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Introduction to Sex Ch. 01

By: Paris Waterman



Chapter 1

Ellie was an eighteen -year-old senior in high school when she met Donny Alfonso. They happened on one another at a Food Lion Grocery store; in the produce section for that matter. Ellie was trying to decide on whether to select the right bananas for the family's breakfast the following day, and was leaning toward a bunch that was slightly green.

"You don't want to do that," a voice over her shoulder said knowingly.

Ellie spun around to confront the voice. Standing there was the handsomest male specimen she had ever laid eyes on. He stood a tad under six foot, with dark, wavy, and oh, to die for, manageable hair. As her eyes widened in shock, she felt her knees melt. A split second later, she knew her voice-box was malfunctioning.

Fortunately for Ellie, Donny didn't notice she was speechless; he was caught up in her recently bloomed breasts, red hair, and oodles of freckles all over her face.

They were smitten, both of them, and with each other.

"What... what I meant by that," Donny said, "was that it's better to select some green bananas, along with a couple ripe, but not too ripe bananas. That way," he continued, forcing his eyes away from her full chest, "some are ready to be eaten right away, and some a day or two later. The total effect is that none spoil."

"Y... yeah," Ellie managed to get out, after remembering to take a breath. "I knew that," she added for effect.

"Of course you did," Donny said immediately.

And they stood there unable to pronounce another word, until one of the store's produce workers, with a dolly full of five-pound bags of potatoes, found them blocking his path, and cleared his throat, saying, "Excuse me, please."

In what might have passed for an adroit ballet move, they both fairly leaped aside -- winding up on opposite sides of the dolly.

Donny gave the clerk a look that failed to faze the worker at all. But he had work to do and moved on. A moment later, Ellie and Donny were eye to eye - well, that's a reach, but they were staring into each other's eyes.

"What else are you buying?" Donny asked after a brief interlude.

"I... I'm not sure," Ellie told him. With her mind gone blank, she couldn't recall any of the other items her mother had asked for.

Thinking quickly, Donny said, "Well, what I usually do is walk up and down the aisles. That way I'll pass just about everything in the store, and going with the old saying, 'I'll know it when I see it, I get just about everything I need."

"That's a super idea!" Ellie blurted out, and immediately regretted it. How superficial. Am I a cow, a stupid cow, that can't for the life of me, remember what I came to the darn store for?' she thought.

"Mind if I walk the aisles with you?" Donny asked politely.

"Yes! I mean, no, not at all," Ellie said, and cursed her ineptitude in handling what had to be a routine conversation.

A moment later, she realized that he was looking at her breasts. This both embarrassed and flattered her. She had become used to the boys at school ogling her boobs on a daily basis. But this was a man... a real live man, and a great looking guy to boot. She had just turned eighteen. Did eighteen-year-olds have the same effect on grown men as they did with eighteen-year-old boys?

"My name's Donny," he said nonchalantly. "Donny Alfonso. I live over on Magnolia Avenue."

"I'm pleased to meet you, Donny. I'm Ellie Jones. I live on Webster Street."

"Why, isn't that a coincidence" We're practically neighbors," he said, and smiled down at Ellie.

"Do you go to college... here in Wilmington?" he asked innocently enough.

"Yes," Ellie said. The lie came quickly to her tongue. "UNCG."

"Oh, what year?" Donny inquired.

"I'm a soph... sorry; I'm in my second year. I don't have a major picked out yet," she said, continuing the lie. Ellie had heard several upper class girls talking in the bathroom about such things. In fact, Ellie picked up a great deal of her knowledge of life eavesdropping on the older girls, and even some boys at school.

"Ahhh," Donny said.

"What?" Ellie quickly asked.

"Well, I almost went to college. But the truth is I didn't. My grades stunk, and I couldn't even get into the Community College."

"Oh, that sucks," Ellie said, feeling very sorry for him.

"I guess I could have, you know, but I would have had a lot of makeup courses, what'd ya call it?"

"Re... remedial?" Ellie guessed.

"Um, yeah, remedial stuff. I couldn't be bothered with it. So I went to work for my Uncle Mike. He's got a construction company. He's good to me. I'm working my way up, you know? In a couple more months, I think I'll make foreman. That pays really good money, you know?"

"That's good, Donny," she said, reveling in her ingenuity in working his name into the conversation. She had been dying to say it aloud, and now that she had, she felt giddy.

'Donny, Donny, Mrs. Donny... what was his last name?' she wondered.

Meanwhile, Donny was wondering if he stood a chance of getting into Ellie's pants.

'I think I do,' he told himself, and checked out her ample chest once again.

Ellie was on to him now, and stuck out her chest so far that she had difficulty breathing.

"Oh, there's the tomato sauce," she said, primarily to distract him enough to fill her lungs with much needed air.

"How many cans you need?" He asked.

"Four," she answered, already thinking about what other arcane items she would be buying just to keep him with her a few minutes longer.

The couple wandered up and down the aisles, selecting some of this and some of that. Any item that Donny pointed out to Ellie that she knew would be unacceptable to her family, Donny placed in his cart. And so it went, until they had covered all the aisles twice, and were forced to stand in line waiting for the cashier to check them out.

Donny cleared his throat, and said, "You, um, like the movies?"

"Yeah, I love the movies," Ellie replied. 'He's going to ask me on a date!' she told herself and found that her knees were shaking.

"Yeah," he said, "Me too. You... err, wanna go with me sometime?"

"Sure, Donny. When?"

"Um, so how's Friday for you? I mean I'm asking and all, but a pretty girl like you probably has a date already."

"I did, but it's funny," Ellie said, "he called and cancelled. His uncle died and he's got to leave town. Raleigh, he has to go to Raleigh," she added, and prayed that she wouldn't panic if he told her he didn't date girls with boyfriends.

And so it was that Donny called on Ellie Friday night, ostensibly to take her to the movies.

But Ellie's mother took one look at him and pulled Ellie back into the house.

"Excuse me; it's Donny, isn't it?" Mrs. Jones said, controlling herself. "May I ask how old you are?"

"Sure, Mrs. Jones, I'm twenty-five, last August."

"Twenty-five..." she repeated needlessly.

"Yeah, old enough to drink without lying about my age," he said gleefully, not realizing how dangerous the ground he stood on was becoming.

"Twenty-five," Mrs. Jones said for the third time. "Donny, do you realize how old my daughter is?"

"MOM!" Ellie yelled. "NO, MOM, don't!"

"Well..." he hesitated before finishing the sentence." I thought she was twenty, but that's obviously not the case... is it?"

"Try just eighteen, Donny... now what?"

"I... I really don't know what to say, Mrs. Jones."

"MOM!"

Mrs. Jones glanced at her daughter and felt a sharp pang in her heart. She recalled all too well her first date, and it was with an older guy. He had taken her virginity, and fortunately had not made her pregnant. But she met him furtively on several occasions and could very well have become pregnant before they broke up.

Mrs. Jones changed course, for she loved Ellie more than life itself. Her husband had died three years earlier, and it was just Ellie and her. She had gotten married at seventeen, and had married an older man. Perhaps Ellie, with her genes, would do the same.

"What movie are you going to see?" she asked, after a slight pause.

"I thought Spiderman 3," Donny replied.

"Have you seen that one, Ellie?"

"No, Mom, it just opened the other day."

"All right, then," she paused again, and then said, "Donny, you have Ellie back here no more than twenty minutes after the movie lets out. I will be checking the newspaper to see when that is. Do you understand?"

Donny, caught between a rock and a hard place, sputtered his answer, "Y... yes, yes, of course."

He was confused, and rattled more so than ever before. The girl was only eighteen, hardly jailbait. She was certainly not off limits to him. And she was beautiful, and had tits that were unfuckinbelievable. She was certainly one of the prettiest girls he'd ever seen, and that meant besides her tits.

So he resolved to take Ellie to see Spiderman, and get her home in time and that would be that, as far as she was concerned.

Having resolved that he would merely be taking her to the movies and home again, he took a moment to look at Ellie judgmentally. He was five-eleven. She had to stand five-seven in flats. He was certain, after meeting her mother, that her red hair was genuine, and that her lips were perfect for kissing.

Something I'll probably never get around to, he thought, and cursed mentally.

Donny was jolted back to reality when Ellie took his arm and began walking him to his car. Ever the gentleman, he opened the door for her and waited until she was settled inside before closing it. As he moved to the driver's side he glanced back at the house and saw Mrs. Jones watching them through the window.

He nodded once in her direction, and started the engine. A block away, he began to talk. "You know, Ellie... I mean, if I knew how old you were... I..." But he was unable to say it, and forced himself to concentrate on his driving.

"Donny?" Ellie said, affecting an innocent tone.

"Yes, Ellie?"

"I'm terribly sorry about the foul-up back at the house. My mother just isn't as understanding as I thought she'd be."

"That's okay, Ellie. She's right, you know. Our ages are too far apart. Why, I'm seven years older than you."

Ellie's mind was racing. He's the catch of the century. I can't lose him just because of a little difference in our ages. I have to do something to get him to ask me on another date. If he does, then Mom will relent a little. She got married young. Why shouldn't I? This and other similar thoughts ran through her mind until they were parking the car a block from the movie theatre.

"Donny?"

"You know... "He began, but the sexually curious Ellie cut him off.

"Kiss me, Donny. I mean, really kiss me."

"All right, but we should get into the back."

"Okay, but why? What's wrong with right here?"

"Because," he said, "it's much easier for someone to see us when they're passing by. In the back seat we can keep our heads down. Besides, then the steering wheel won't get in our way."

"Donny... we're only gonna kiss, right?"

"We're gonna kiss, yeah, sure... but we may want to keep kissing, and we'll be more comfortable back there."

"Oh, you think of everything," Ellie gushed.

She climbed nimbly over the front seat and waited patiently until Donny had done likewise. They began to neck. It was unhurried, slowly turning into open mouthed kisses and dancing, darting tongues. Ellie was soon lost in a blissful haze of lust and romantic desire. Vaguely she realized that their legs and arms were intertwined, and that she was making moaning sounds every time he pressed his hardness against her. Ellie was willing to do anything for him, anything. But to her surprise, Donny ended a kiss and told her that they had better get going or her mother would be on the warpath.

"You mean..." she said haltingly..." that's it? We're not going to..."

"I mean," Donny told her, "that if I want to see you again... and I do want to see you again, that I better have you home on time."

"But!"

"No buts," he said, "I'm getting you home, and on time too."

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In her bed that night, Ellie ran the events of the evening over and over again. She found that she had memorized virtually every word that had passed between them, and several that had gone unspoken. Sleep wouldn't come. Normally Ellie fell asleep five minutes after hitting the pillow, but not this night.

She analyzed each and every kiss he'd given her. She rhapsodized over the texture of his tongue, and how soft his lips had felt on hers. Her hand drifted south, plunging into her panties, and found the wetness of her prolonged excitement. As she relieved herself, Ellie recalled the feel of his hard-on as it pressed against her thigh and after a time as their limbs entangled the several pushes it had made against her already dampened crotch. She was recalling those feelings for the third time when she came, gushing her juices over her fingers and palm.

Only then did a restless sleep sweep over her. But she did dream of him, and their time in the backseat for the remainder of the night.

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The next morning on the school bus, Ellie confided to Margie, her best friend about what had happened with Donny. These girls were good in school and didn't hang out with the 'popular' crowds. But that did not mean they didn't have the same intense sexual longings of other, more popular girls.

"You mean your mom let you! She actually let you go out with this guy?"

"Sure."

"Wow!" Margie had to take a deep breath before she could utter another word. "And so... did you two do it?"

"No!" Ellie said defensively. "We did make out... in the back seat of his car."

"Oh-muh-God!" Margie exclaimed, and, unable to contain her excitement, wriggled her butt all over the bus seat. "I have something to tell you too."

"What?"

"I found my dad's stash of porno magazines!"

"You didn't!" Ellie almost shouted, but managed to catch herself in time.

"Yes, I did, and they are... hot!"

Now, Margie was tall and slender, with long, thin, straight brown hair that hung down almost to her waist, and she almost always had a pleasant, though shy, smile for everyone. Ellie had a shorter, more compact body, with short red hair, and of course, freckles and braces on her teeth. She looked like she would get heavy as she got older, but right now she was beautifully proportioned as only young girls can be.

Both girls had round, nicely developed asses, and large breasts for their age. Their breasts tended to stand straight out from their chests, like ripening melons, starting full, and tapering to rounded points tipped with long nipples. Like most of the young girls around the neighborhood, they seldom wore bras during the summer, preferring to wear halter tops and swim suit tops, or just letting their breasts bounce freely beneath their summer T-shirts.

The school day flew by, and by three o'clock both girls converged on Margie's apartment since Margie's mother was still at work. They curled up on Margie's parent's bed and were poring through several editions of Hustler and Penthouse, when Ellie came upon a pair of young women in a Hustler Magazine, who were masturbating with their hands down the front of their cut-off shorts.

"Oh-muh-god!" Ellie exclaimed. Look at this!"

"Jeeze!" Margie said, enthralled by the sight of the two women jilling off in the company of the other. "I thought..." she said and stopped.

"What?" Ellie asked.

"Nothing," Margie replied.

"C'mon, it must be something."

"Well... it's just that..."

"What? What is it?"

"I thought that... what they're doing was private. You know, I mean, they're doing it together."

"It takes two to fuck," Ellie said.

"Yeah... but two girls..." she left the words hanging.

"We could try it... you think?"

"Here?" Margie gasped.

"Can you think of a better place?"

"No... but what if somebody comes home?"

"When are your parents due?"

"My mother's at five, or so. My dad's... probably eight, or eight-thirty.

"That gives us about two hours."

"Is that enough time?"

"Should be," Ellie said. "But let's take a couple magazines into your room."

"Um, my rooms messed up."

"Perfect. Your Mom won't suspect anything. And we can ditch the magazines under your bed if we have to. You can replace them later, when the coast is clear.

They scurried into Margie's room and closed the door, then hopped on the bed. It was a mess, but the girl's weren't fazed by the mixed array of clothing and personal junk strewn about the bed. They swept most of the items off and onto the floor.

"I heard Deborah Hastings lost her cherry at the Drive-In last week," Margie said shyly, opening the conversation.

"No!"

"She liked it! She said it was a piece of cake," Margie said and followed with a giggle.

"Who was the guy?"

"Vinnie Marsella. They were making out... I think he was fingering her. Anyway, she told me that she bent over, and he surprised her, and shoved it in."

"Oh-muh-God!"

"She said it didn't hurt hardly at all. She said they're soooo in love."

"I wanted Donny to do it to me last night," Ellie said and sighed. "But he wouldn't. Said he promised my mother he'd be a perfect gentleman."

"But he made out with you in the back seat, didn't he?"

"Yeah... thank God."

"So he's not a perfect gentleman."

"Maybe not, but he's a gentleman."

"Can you believe Deborah really did it?" Margie asked, wanting to keep the subject on sex.

"Oh, look at this picture," she said, and held the page so Ellie had a good view of the same two girls, now sans their short-shorts, and fingering one another.

"I can't believe they put pictures like that in a magazine."

Margie nodded, and said, "They make movies of people doing it too."

"Get out!"

"Sure. I know a girl whose parents have some. They call it pornographic... or maybe its pornography."

"Jeeze!"

They fell silent for a time, and contented themselves with looking at other picture layouts, until Ellie came across one of a woman using a vibrator on herself.

"Oh!"

"What?"

"I almost forgot! Cynthia, you know the Cynthia with the big boobs?"

Margie nodded.

"Well, she found her mom's thing in a dresser draw and did herself lying on her back. She told me it took a few tries before she got it in. But after a while she felt kinda comfortable and when she turned it on..."

"What happened when she turned it on?"

"She nearly went through the roof. I mean, she took her own cherry, but that's not the big deal about this... this vibrator. It got her off big time. I mean... you touch yourself, right?"

Margie admitted as much, and Ellie continued.

"Well, me too, but Cynthia said it was a hundred times better than touching herself."

"WOW! A hundred times..."

"Yeah!"

"You wanna?"

"Wanna what?" Ellie asked, already knowing what lay in store for them.

"Wanna jill off?

"What? Right here in front of you?"

"Well, yeah, silly. But you don't have to remove your panties... you can do it inside of them. I'll just watch for now. You can close your eyes, you know?"

Ellie was already touching her pussy through her panties. She didn't close her eyes then, but locked her eyes on Margie's.

Margie sat alongside Ellie, eyes riveted on her friend's crotch. Two, possibly three minutes passed before there was any real change to Ellie's actions, although her fingers did change their motions from time to time, from a straight stroke, to a circling motion, and ranging from full four finger pressure, to a single finger, or the two center ones only.

After a few minutes, during which she hardly seemed to blink, the moisture levels in Ellie's panties increased, and they began to drag more. When the panties began hanging up between her vaginal lips as she stroked herself, her hands changed their positions.



Introduction to Sex Ch. 01



Until now, her left hand had been doing all of the stroking while her right was curled over the edge of her knee. It never really moved or changed position, though the knuckles and fingertips had whitened a time or two as she increased the pressure on the knee.

Margie licked her lips which had gone very dry. To her surprise she discovered that she could no longer keep her hands still, and found herself pinching her right nipple. Moments later, her panties began to trouble her, and she pushed at her waistband with her other hand. 

She too, had a dark spot at the center of her crotch. She glanced at Ellie's crotch and saw the material there was soaked, and plastered to her skin. It revealed a perfect outline of what lay beneath since it had molded itself to her shape and was now partly translucent in the bargain.

Margie squeezed her nipple even harder on seeing the hint of hair at the top of Ellie's slit, and a crease in the center of the material that disappeared between her pussy lips.

Ellie sighed as her left hand finally made it inside her panties, pulling the fold free of her crease and her fingers pushed inward to achieve more direct contact. Her eyes opened again, and she too, reached for her breast, giving it a slight squeeze.

With a shyness that belied her outgoing personality, Margie said, "Maybe we should take them off now."

"Yeah, right," Ellie said in agreement, and promptly began to peel hers off.

Margie followed suit, and both girls were totally nude.

They examined each other, looking for some aberration in the other, and finding none; each girl rested her hands on their upper thighs and waited for the other to renew the masturbating.

Ellie went first, sliding her hand inward, to the apex of her crotch, and the glistening wetness of her pubic hair. A thought seemed to strike her, and she looked down at herself. Her lower lip came out in a pout, and a moan escaped her throat as she used her forefingers to gently spread the lips of her sex. It opened only slightly, revealing the long peak of her clitoral hood and the bright pink of the gash between.

In a voice that revealed its tension from the dry inflection of each word spoken, Margie said, "Can you open it a little wider?"

Ellie's eyes sparkled with excitement as she pressed her fingers firmer, and pulled her labia further apart, opening flowerlike, permitting Margie a glimpse of her urethra, and her vaginal tunnel.

"Gawd!" Margie said, obviously awed by the sight. "You'd like something in there, wouldn't you?"

"Mmmm, I'd like to try. I'd like to find out how it feels with the real thing instead of just the tip of a finger."

Margie excitedly chirped, "Well, we'll have to settle for our fingers for the moment. Watch me."

And Ellie paused to look as Margie began to tease her clit while inserting another finger into her hole.

Margie grunted as she obviously felt a very pleasant sensation ripple through her body.

Ellie copied her friend's movements and was soon grunting happily herself.

Margie moved on. Now she had two fingers from her right hand twirling in a tight circle at the top of her pussy, titillating her clitoris, while the index finger of her left hand was jabbing relentlessly at her cunt. Her breathing was beginning to get a little deeper, and a slight flush had crept into the skin of her upper chest.

Ellie, hearing a squishy sound coming from her friend, glanced at Margie's pussy and saw the juices seeping out of her as they were seemingly stirred by her plunging, jabbing finger.

Once again, she emulated her best friend, teasing her clit and punching her index finger into her own very moist hole. Ellie's eyes widened and her mouth hung open as if not believing the pleasure she felt.

Of course, Ellie had masturbated before. She averaged three times a week, but she had always done so while in a dream-like state, imagining this guy, or that guy; movie stars and fellow classmates; and most recently, Donny. But this time was different and she knew it. She was doing it in tandem with her best friend, watching Margie while she stoked herself, and it was unimaginable how good it felt.

Ellie began to massage her right nipple. She realized that she was panting with excitement, and moaned happily, pressing the stiffened nubbin against her finger with her thumb, then rubbing the tip of her red lacquered nail over the trapped point. This action sent a series of superb thrills directly to her loins, and caused her to cup her other hand so that as her finger surged into her vagina, she was also slapping her palm sharply against her clit.

"What on earth are you doing?" Margie asked, bewildered by Ellie's slapping herself.

Ellie was lost in a wave of pleasure and made no attempt to respond, and so Margie copied her and was soon moaning with joy as she too, shared in the titillating sensations the slapping brought.

A minute may have passed, before it occurred to Margie to add another finger. Doing so increased the sensations and she called this to Ellie's attention.

Ellie went one better, adding not one, but two more fingers into her sopping cunt. Twenty seconds later her eyes were bulging, and her head lolling from side to side as her vagina was spread wider than Ellie had believed possible.

Of course, Margie followed her action, and while Margie did not achieve quite the same sensations as Ellie, hers brought her into a blissful state that she had not encountered before from jilling off.

Soon both girls had their heads thrown back as the breath whooshed in and out of their lungs in ragged surges. Both girls' chests were flushed a bright red, as if badly sunburned.

Ellie was squeezing her left breast, fingers sliding across the sensitive, darkened areola without coming into contact with the rigid nubbin. The very tip of the nipple itself had gone white in its rigidity and excitement.

Between her legs, her thick, protruding outer lips had flushed with color in the past few minutes and the vaginal opening itself now gaped open, ready to accept larger things.

Both girls' hands were moving furiously now, quick hard strokes, each one a slap against the now distended hood shrouding her clitoris. Each was using three fingers, and each inward plunge seemed to not only stretch the hole from side to side, but with the addition of the slaps to their clits, the invading fingers were pulling upwards as well.

Suddenly, a groan sounded in Margie's throat and her head snapped to the left, her body twitched, and her right foot fell off the bed onto the floor. The fingers of her right hand slammed savagely into her pussy again and again, until suddenly, the hand froze there. Her back arched, her breathing stopped. Everything about her seemed to be on hold, and she remained so for what to Ellie seemed the longest time. Then her right foot twitched, once, twice and a third time and she slumped in place, her back slouching against the pillows behind her.

Then Ellie intensified her own fingering and within seconds was replicating the almost violent orgasmatic tremors just undergone by Margie. She could not believe the buzz of ecstasy rampaging through her entire being and was soon lost in the chaotic bliss of it all, collapsing alongside Margie and laying there sizzling until the orgasm started to fade away.

"Jeez," Ellie said, after gasping for breath.

"Yeah," Margie agreed, instinctively knowing exactly what her friend meant.

Ellie's hand slowly drifted over to Margie's cunt and idly cupped the lips of her pussy.

Margie reached out and gently removed her hand, and smiling a little sheepishly, said, "No, thanks, it's a little tender right now."

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A week passed, and Ellie dreamed nightly of Donny and his sweet kisses, only to find that she longed to kiss Margie too. She was careful not to get too close to her friend during school hours, and Margie seemed content to have it that way. Both girls made excuses not to be alone after school as well, preferring to dwell upon what had happened between them for the time being.

Midway through the second week AD, (after Donny) Ellie was convinced that Donny had forgotten all about her.

He's worried about the age difference, she told herself for the hundredth time, as she turned the corner on the way to the pharmacy, and walked right into his arms.

"Oh!"

"Well, hi there, beautiful," Donny said happily.

"You didn't call and..." Ellie began.

"I didn't want to have to speak with your mom."

"Oh," she said and sought desperately to think of something clever to say, but couldn't.

Donny glanced at his watch. It was four-thirty.

"Want to go for a ride?"

"Yes! But let me pick up a prescription and some pantyhose from the drugstore first, all right?"

"Sure. I'll be right outside waiting," he told her.

Ellie ran inside, her heart beating like crazy, and as she made her purchases, her mind went wild thinking of what they might do when he parked the car.

When she came out, he was nowhere in sight. Bewildered, Ellie spun in a circle, looking everywhere for him. She failed to hear the car horn honking until the third beep. Then she whirled around in the direction of the sound and saw him. Ellie's smile revealed both her young age and her determination to do anything to keep this man. Donny saw it and filed it away, as he opened the passenger door for her, and she hopped in, tossing her packages in the backseat.

"When do you have to be home?" he asked. "The truth, now, I don't want to get into trouble with your mom."

"Six-thirty the latest," Ellie blurted.

"I'll have you home at six," he said so sternly that she pouted despite herself.

It was kind of funny. Donny had thought only moments before that there was no way that he was ever going to call on Ellie again. But when she accidentally bumped into him, Donny had different thoughts. He had missed her! He had really missed her.

"We gonna go park someplace?" she asked nervously.

"We could."

"Its daylight, you know? I mean anybody could happen by and see us."

"Would you be willing to come to my place?"

"You have a place of your own?"

"An apartment. I share it with another guy, but he's working now. In fact, he's working until seven, and you'll be home by six."

"Um, yeah, sure, let's go," Ellie said. Donny noted that her hands were shaking. He ran two red lights in his haste to get her up into his apartment. He knew that she was ready to put out for him, and he was horny as hell.

Surprisingly, once they were in the apartment, neither seemed to be in that much of a hurry, and so they started things off with a long, languid kiss. Donny had watched a porno flick the night before, and brought some aspects of the kissing from a lesbian sequence into play, by licking Ellie's tongue once they began to French kiss.

"Mmm, you taste good," he murmured into her ear as they came up for air.

"You must be a mind reader," Ellie whispered back, "I was gonna say the same thing."

Of course, Ellie was at least as horny as Donny, perhaps more, and the kiss really turned her on. Any thought of not giving herself to him evaporated as she melted into his torrid kisses.

Sensing her surrender, Donny began to explore her with his hands, sliding them under her top to play with her young, resilient breasts and then with Ellie moaning with passion, down to the hem of her skirt to slide his hand under and daring to stroke her young pussy through her panties.

There was no rush. He removed her top, and then his T-shirt, while they kissed and fondled each other. But when he reached for the clasp of her bra, Ellie stiffened, and shook her head.

"Not yet..."

Donny sighed, pulled her close, and cupped her ass. She let it go, almost purring in his ear before renewing their kiss. He attempted to remove the bra again, this time there was no resistance. And with their next embrace, her nipples grazed over his chest and Donny felt as if sparks were flying off of his body from the sizzling heat they generated.

After a few more minutes of sharing mouths and tongues, they broke for air.

"Are you all right?" he asked.

"Oh, sure," she gasped.

He renewed his kisses and found himself listening to the tenor of her receptive moans. Finally, he abandoned her sweet mouth to kiss and suckle on her strawberry tipped nipples, stopping only when her pelvis began to jerk upward against his leg.

Donny marveled aloud at the beauty of her breasts, and Ellie's loins grew wetter and wetter. She busied herself caressing his face, neck and shoulders as he gently explored her breasts and then her nipples.

This was Donny's first time having a girl in bed. He had had two girls before; one in the backseat of a friend's car; the other in the local park, hidden in a grove of trees. He knew that he was to be her first lover and took pains with her, holding himself in check for as long as possible.

To Donny's surprise, Ellie's hands moved around his waist until she found his belt buckle. She opened it with no trouble, and then tugged the zipper down, joyously exulting in the feel of his hardness as she did.

He wore no underwear and his erection sprang out.

Ellie moved back with some alacrity then paused to study his manhood. It was the first adult erection she had ever seen aside from the pictures in Margie's magazines.

"You're leaking," she said in wonder.

"You did that to me," he croaked. "Touch it, you want."

The moment her fingers glanced along his rock-hard shaft, her moved to undo her jeans. To Donny's delight, Ellie offered no resistance, allowing him to pull both her jeans and thong off of her and drop them on the floor next to the bed.

For the next minute or so, they were both preoccupied with examining the other's sex. 

Ellie marveled at the silken feel of his cock, and instinctively began to jerk him off. Donny's face was inches from her heavily haired mound, and the aroma of her sex made him dizzy.

He was the first to utter a word.

"You're dripping too," he said.

"Oh?"

She reached between her legs with her free hand and felt the wetness. "Oh, wow!" she gasped, "You did that to me," she said, repeating his words to her moments earlier.

His hands caressed the length of her right leg and Ellie shivered from the delightful sensations.

To his credit, Donny didn't jump her bones just then, but worked his mouth down and across her stomach, her navel, and finally into her thick patch of pubic hair. It was dark, soft and curly, and smelled of soap.

Ellie groaned and heaved her pussy upward, in hopes of finding his mouth. He didn't fight her off, and slowly paid homage to her wet virginity by going down on her. Ellie thought she was going to lose her mind. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't move, and she was unable to think coherently. 'This is fantastic, ' she thought, 'I can't wait to tell Margie how good it is to get laid.'

Seconds later she realized that she wasn't getting laid. 'Not yet, anyhow, ' she told herself, and then giggled.

Donny's tongue surged around her clit and Ellie yelped in gleeful surprise.

"What's wrong?" Donny asked in concern.

"Not a thing," she said. "It's wonderful! You're wonderful! Will you let me suck your cock?"

"Right now?" he asked.

"Um, no... not unless you want me to," she replied.

"Let's wait a little, I... I want to try this for a while."

"Is this the first time for you too?"

"Um, no, I'm not a virgin," he replied hastily. "But, yeah, if you mean going down on you. Yeah, this is my first... I mean; you're the first girl I've ever done this with."

"I'm glad. I'm a virgin," she said shyly.

"I thought so," he told her as his index finger probed the entrance of her pussy.

"I've never even sucked a cock," she said, and regretted the words before they had left her mouth.

"I'll be happy to show you how," he said, and her heart swelled with joy. Ellie was positive she loved him.

And then he was devouring her. His warm, liquid lips made Ellie's legs rubbery. He sucked hard on her cunt, felt her inner walls pulse once, twice, three times; and Ellie exploded with her first orgasm by someone other than herself.

Of all the sensations rippling though her, Ellie fixed on his mouth and hands, and came again.

Donny paused long enough to allow Ellie to regain her breath, and then he parted her legs and mounted her, teasing her pussy by rubbing the head of his cock over her swollen labia.

"Do you love me?" she asked hopefully.

"Of course I do," he replied.

"I had to ask, you know," she said lamely.

"I understand. Now this might hurt, but not so much, or for long," Donny whispered as he kissed her softly on the mouth.

Ellie tasted her juices on him, and almost came again. 'Gawd, I'm so hot and horny, ' she thought and spread her legs even more in anticipation.

His cock spread her labia as he pressed the cockhead against her opening. Ellie moaned with pleasure.

"Let me know if it hurts, now. Don't be a hero."

"Heroine," she said, correcting him.

"Whatever," he said and sank the head into her crease.

Ellie grunted.

"Hurt?" he asked with genuine concern.

"No... keep going," she answered.

He pushed a little harder. She grunted twice, but pulled him against her.

Slowly he sank his cock into her. He paused, listening for any sign of pain on her part. There was none.

Donny raised himself up on his elbows and looked down between them. He was three-quarters inside her. He bent his head and took her left nipple between his teeth and nipped at it.

"Oh, Gawd!" she shrieked. A second later she was humping up at him, with her legs clasped tightly around his waist.

He had no need to look down again. He was in all the way and knew it. He reacted to her humping motions by grinding his hips in to meet hers, pumping his cock in and out of her to the great enjoyment of both.

He went fast, then slowed to deep, long strokes.

She groaned happily, and told him feveredly, "This is great! I can't wait to tell Margie."

Donny nearly panicked. "Who's Margie?"

"My best friend in the entire world; we tell each other everything."

"You're gonna tell her about us?"

"Of course, I've lost my cherry before she did. We both thought she'd be first. I can't believe it."

"I don't think it's a good idea, Ellie, One thing leads to another... and your Mom is all over us."

"Oh, don't be so stuffy. She won't tell on us." A second later, she blurted, "Maybe she'll want you to fuck her too."

"What?"

"Would you? I mean, after I set it up?"

"Are you crazy?" he said and made as if to pull himself from her sex.

Her legs, clamped around his waist prevented that, and to make sure he didn't leave her, Ellie pumped her hips into him as fast as she could.

His cock answered for him, responding in kind, and soon both were clutching at each other, her nails scraping his back, his hands leaving tell-tale bruises that she would have to hide from her mother's view for the next several days.

"I'm coming!" Donny groaned as a drop of sweat fell from his chin and landed on Ellie's neck.

Ellie felt great, but was not about to cum.

Donny unleashed a torrent of sperm into her as he came.

They lay plastered against one another for a minute or two, before he rolled off her, his slimy cock dropping out of its warm hole.

"Can we do it again?" she asked eagerly.

He glanced at his wristwatch. They had at least an hour left before leaving to take her home. "I guess," he said, and she gave him a smile that he would never forget. "But not just yet," he told her and ignored the disappointment that crossed her face.

She glanced down at his flaccid member. "How soon?"

He shrugged.

"We should take a shower first," he said and hopped out of bed.

"Oh, yes! That's so romantic," she chirped.




Introduction to Sex Ch. 01



A second later, she had his limp cock in her mouth, sucking for all she was worth.

Donny gently pried her away. "Let's hit the shower first. I'll show you how to give head before we get you home. I promise."

Ellie surprised him, asking, "Do you really love me?"

"I do, honest," he said, sounding very much as if he meant it.

"But no telling whatshername," he said, recalling her apparent willingness to blab about them having sex so readily.

"Don't worry, if I tell her she won't squeal on us. She'll want you to take her virginity too."

We'll see," he told her and then gave her a light slap on the rump to hurry her into the bathroom, and the awaiting shower.

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Donny turned the shower on and gently soaped Ellie, until she was covered with the bubbly residue. Then she did the same to him. Both were careful to avoid the more sensual parts of each other's bodies, allowing the other to cleanse themselves in those 'secret' areas.

Ellie 'accidentally' backed into him, and Donny grew erect. He pressed his tumescence against her cheeks, and cupped her breasts.

He heard her sigh over the sound of the water spewing from the showerhead. Ellie reached back and found him, cupping his testicles in the process.

"They're so soft... I thought that they'd be hard... like little pebbles."

"You know not to squeeze them, right?"

"Oh, yeah. I won't hurt you. I'd die before hurting you, Donny."

He tweaked both of her nipples in response, and she yelped and inadvertently squeezed his left nut, but not too hard.

"Ouch!"

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Donny! I didn't..."

"Forget it," he said, "On second thought, don't forget it. Just don't do it again."

She had already released his testicles and was now gripping his cock.

"Can I suck it now?"

"Wait a minute, I'm not finished with you yet," he said.

Donny picked up the soap and lathered her breasts as she purred contentedly. When his hand moved downward to her abdomen, he felt her tremble. She came the moment his soapy fingers moved over her pubic hair and delved tentatively just inside her labia. Ellie couldn't believe how easily he was making her cum. When she jilled herself off, it took forever.

When his soapy fingers slipped into the cleft of her gluteus maximus, and just entered her anus, she came again, her knees buckled and she would have fallen had he not held her up.

Donny let the water wash the soap from her body as he supported her. They left the shower each wrapped in a large towel and made for the bed.

He stood at the foot of the bed and gazed at her luscious pussy. Ellie's face was radiant with lust.

Donny moved quickly between her thighs, sought out her clitoris within the thick bush covering her cunt and suckled it. Ellie screamed, and started to thrash about, already in the throes of another, or perhaps the same orgasm. Donny could have cared less. Again and again he allowed his tongue to torment her clit, alternating with the occasional swipe of his tongue along the outer walls of her vagina.

Ellie was lost; nothing she had heard about sex had prepared her for this. And when he moved to suck on her puckered anus, she lost all control and ejaculated several times, covering his mouth, nose and eyes with her juices.

He licked away at her for another minute or two, until she was pleading with him to stop.

Ellie's body was still heaving several minutes later.

"I can't begin to tell you how great that was," she said softly, running a finger over his lips, his magnificent lips.

"I should be getting you home," he said kindly.

"Yeah," she agreed.

"But wait," she cried out.

"What?"

"Show me how to suck your cock," she demanded. "Remember, you promised me."

He ignored her, and asked, "Are you sore?"

"No... not at all." She waited a moment, then added, "Well, a little. But it didn't hurt at all. I think it was more your mouth than anything else.

Donny sat up on the bed. His prick stood up straight from his groin, lined with thick, angry looking veins. It was bobbing gently, but insistently, as he watched Ellie's changing reactions.

"Take hold of it, Ellie," he said quietly, and she did.

"The main thing is to watch your teeth."

"My teeth?"

"Oh, sorry. I meant for you to watch your teeth with regard to my dick. If you scrape them over it, or get too excited, or something, you might bite it."

Ellie burst into laughter at the thought.

"Hey, I'm serious. It's happened, and the girl was always saying she was sorry, but the guy had to go to the hospital and all."

She was still laughing, but held her hand up as if to say, 'All right, I do understand. I won't bite it.'

"So, ready?"

"Yes, but really, what do I do?"

"Take it your mouth... um, maybe you should kiss it a few times. You know, familiarize yourself with it. Then start to suck on it. Use your tongue some as well. You needn't do all of that at once, kinda go from one thing to the next."

Ellie sort of wriggled between Donny's legs, and slowly lowered her head toward the already glistening target. She placed a tender kiss on the purple crown, and felt firm, young tits pressing against the inside of his thighs. She looked up and met his eyes. Donny thought it was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen.

Parting her pearly white teeth, and mindful of the warning about them, Ellie allowed perhaps the first two inches of Donny's pride and joy into her mouth.

The head of his cock lolled uneasily on the top of her tongue. From Ellie's perspective, it seemed an awfully large appendage to have in her mouth, and she had fleeting thoughts of choking to death on it. As the third inch made its way into her mouth, Ellie's lips were being stretched, and although she had started to suck him, the fear of choking was foremost in her mind. Seconds later, she removed him from between her lips and asked, "Are you certain I won't choke to death on it?"

"Yes, I am certain. I know it feels dangerous... well, sort of. But I'm not going to ram it down your throat. I should mention that there are girls who have no trouble taking the entire thing down their gullets."

"You're kidding!"

"No, I'm not. Haven't you heard of 'Deep Throat'?"

"Well... no. I can't say that I have."

"It was a porno movie, back in the day. It started a kind of revolution among women here in the states."

"What kind of revolution?"

"A cock sucking revolution; women everywhere, women of all ages wanted to see if they could do it. I mean that film was a mega hit for those days."

"So?"

"So they found out that they could do it. Not all of them, of course, but a huge number. Millions of women now take pride in deep throating their boyfriend, or husbands.

"Well, I have no intention of swallowing the darn thing!"

"I don't expect you to! Just suck it."

"Okay, let me have it again."

This time Ellie sucked the tip of his cock into her mouth and kept his penetration at about two inches. After a minute or two, she discovered her mouth was producing a great deal of saliva, and this made it much easier to handle the prick between her lips. Little by little, she attempted to service the rest of his six inch cudgel.

Donny leaned back and relaxed as she improved her technique minute by minute. She was experimenting with her tongue at this point, wrapping it around his cockhead. Each stroke of her tongue was now driving him crazy. Donny started moving on his own, rocking gently back and forth, gradually feeding more of his cock into her mouth. At that point, Ellie was having no difficulty in accepting his meat.

"Oh, you're doing it perfectly, baby," he cooed into her ear. Ellie responded by sucking hard and her tiny hand circled that portion of Donny's cock not in her mouth and began to jerk him off. It was instinctual on her part, and more importantly, Ellie was enjoying it. She felt a strong satisfaction in returning the favor to Donny; after all, he had eaten her to a couple of magnificent cums, and now that she was a real woman, she wanted to return the favor.

Ellie was so engrossed in her mastering the art of sucking cock that she didn't hear him the first time he spoke to her.

Taking him from her mouth again, she said, "What?"

Donny patiently replied, "Keep it out of your mouth for a moment. I want to see you licking it."

Ellie licked the head as if it were an ice cream cone.

"That's great," he said. "Now, just run your tongue up and down it, all the way. Then take it into your mouth and suck hard. Maybe do that a couple times, okay?"

Eager to please, and anxious to learn, Ellie said, "Oh, yeah, for sure."

Donna gripped his shaft by its base, and sent her wet, pink tongue out to flicker over the sides of his cock from the base to the crown, reveling in the sound of his groans of pleasure.

'If this is all it takes to make a guy happy, I've got it made, ' she thought, and then attacked the head of his member as his body began to tremble.

Her tongue was moving like a snake, coating every inch of his velvety soft, yet hard as steel cock with a fine patina of sweet, warm saliva. So attuned was she at this juncture that she could feel the blood throbbing through Donny's cock.

"Do my balls," Donny gasped, no longer trying to control his voice. "Lick them, just like my cock."

Without the slightest hesitation she moved to his testicles, holding the soft globes in the palm of her hand and examining them carefully before applying her tongue to them, licking softly, knowing they were delicate beings, and feeling the joy of having him trust her to handle his 'crown jewels.'

She took his groans to mean that she was doing it right and soon became a little more adventurous with his love sacs, opening her mouth wide, and taking both balls into her mouth.

No one had done this for him before. Actually, he had had only two blow jobs before Ellie's, and neither one could match hers in its intensity and innovativeness.

"Suck my cock again, hurry!"

Reluctantly, she relinquished his balls and took him into her mouth.

Donny reached down and fondled her breasts as she sucked him off, surrounding his aching-to-cum cock with her clinging, pink lips and drawing him inward, tickling his balls as her cheeks from the effort. Her jaw was getting tired, and while she thought it would be nice to suck him for hours, she knew intuitively that the moment was near at hand.

Ellie brushed her long hair out of her eyes, sensing somehow that Donny would love watching his cock slide in and out of her oval shaped mouth. The first four inches of his prick slid into her hungry mouth easily enough. She realized that if she inclined her neck a certain way, she wasn't gagging when he went in a little deeper.

'Deep Throat, eh, ' she thought and shivered when the head of his cock nudged the back of her throat. Her hand reached for him and found his balls. 'I've got all of it down there!' she told herself and gloated. 'Wait 'til I tell Margie about this; she'll have a pissy fit.'

She also realized how nice it felt to have Donny playing with her tits while she blew him.

"Ellie!" he called out.

"Ellie! I'm almost there!'

She renewed the intensity of her sucking.

"No! Please stop!"

"What?" she asked after plopping his cock out.

"I... I want to try something. That is if you don't mind."

"What is it, Donny?"

"A tit fuck. I want to fuck your tits."

Ellie didn't understand and blurted out, "There's no fucking hole there. How are you gonna fuck them?"

Donny managed a weak laugh, and Ellie grinned at him questionably.

"Rub it between your tits," he told her. "Go on, squeeze it between them."

"Oh," she said, beginning to understand. She took his highly heated dick and pressed it against her chest, using her other hand to press her breasts together. Glancing down, Ellie saw for herself how her breasts formed a nearly perfect channel for his slimy cock to ride.

Every now and then his prick would protrude all the way to her mouth, allowing Ellie to make further use of her talented lips and tongue.

"Take it into your mouth again," Donny croaked a few seconds later. "I'm ready to cum now. Don't be scared. I'm going to shoot off in your mouth, just like you did to me."

Ellie didn't like the idea of something being emptied into her mouth, but it was far too late to protest. She would have to go through with it and hope that he had not been lying. After all, everything else they had done together had been more than pleasant.

Soon her tongue was dancing over the taut skin again and she could feel the blood rushing its way to the tip. Donny held off as long as possible, though Ellie was driving him crazy with her lips, teeth and tongue, using varied, almost expert combinations of pressure, smoothness and friction.

Ellie was wondering what it would taste like when Donny squeezed her shoulder and groaned. She felt a fresh drop of something warm and salty in the back of her mouth, but ignored it for the moment. Donny's face was red as a beet, and his body was so taut that she thought he was going to snap in two.

His prick began to move with even greater speed; a few short strokes put him over the edge, and then he was releasing his long pent up fluids. He felt two strong spasms of delight, each launching an incredibly thick stream of hot cum into Ellie's up-to-then virginal mouth.

Ellie gagged. It was hot and salty, and much too much for her. The sperm rocketed to the back of her throat then flowed forward, spilling out of her mouth and onto her chin and trickling down her slender neck to form a sticky puddle between her heaving breasts. Yet Donny continued spewing his cum into her until Ellie was sure she was going to drown in his spunky stuff..

Terrified, she yanked her face away from him. His jerking member fired its last salvo and caught her at the bridge of her nose, with a small amount managing to find its way into her left eye, causing an immediate burning sensation.

Ellie got up from the bed as quickly as possible, groping for a towel. She wiped the sperm from her eye, and then tried to clean it from the rest of her face, embarrassed at letting Donny witness her lack of composure. Mortified, Ellie felt certain that a more experienced woman would have handled the situation a lot better.

But she was soon reassured by Donny that what she had experienced was fairly common, especially when giving head for the first time.

"Why didn't you have better aim?" she asked petulantly.

He started to laugh, thought better of it, and replied, "At times like that I really have little control over my cock. Think back to when you were coming. How much control over the situation did you have?"

She thought about what he had said, and had to agree with him.

Donny was also thinking about what he had told her, and added, "You know, maybe I could have aimed it away from your face. Yeah, I should have, but Ellie, I... I've never felt that way before. I mean, no one has ever made me feel anywhere close to the way you made me feel."

Ellie, having recovered most of her composure, and realizing that there was no real damage, was in a forgiving mood, and did so. She also knew for a fact that she was in love with him, and he with her. Her eighteen-year-old heart was telling her so with every beat.

"I guess we better be getting you home now. "

"What time is it?" Ellie asked, not wanting to leave the security she had found lying there in his arms.

"Ten after six."

Ellie leaped from the bed, and began dressing.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!" she cried. I gotta be home before Mom."



Introduction to Sex Ch. 02



The following day, Ellie told Margie everything, down to the last detail, and Margie was beside herself.

"You did it! You really did it?"

"Yes, I told you, we did it all."

I can't believe it. I mean, you thought... you told me you never expected to see him again."

Ellie shrugged, "I did think it, but when we ran into each other... it just happened."

"Can we get together at my house after school?" Margie asked excitedly.

"Why?"

"Cause..." Margie paused, "we can um, you know."

"No, I don't know. What are you up to Margie?"

"I was thinking maybe a sleepover?"

"A sleepover?"

"Yeah, you know..." Margie ended lamely.

"Found more magazines under the bed?"

"No... Oh, shit! C'mon, Ellie, we can jill off an..."

"You want me to tell you all the dirty details while you jill off imagining it's you under my Donny," she said accusingly.

"Well, I wouldn't put it that way," Margie said defensively.

Knowing she had the upper hand, Ellie played her cards well. "What's in it for me?"

Margie squirmed in place. Her mouth twisted into different shapes as she struggled to form her answer.

"Okay, okay! I'll do you! There, are you satisfied?"

Ellie's grin was smug and satisfied. But she persisted in pinning her friend down.

"How are you gonna do me?"

"How do you want me to do you?" Margie replied her face had reddened in embarrassment.

"I want you to do everything to me," Ellie said with growing confidence.

"Everything? Even...?"

"That too," Ellie said emphatically.

"But I've never..."

"There's always a first time. Treat me right and maybe..." she paused before going on. "You do want to meet him, don't you?"

"You'll let me meet him?" Margie gasped, her hopes soared. This wasn't a boy they were discussing. It was a man... in his twenties, and he knew what to do, and how to treat a girl. Margie would be a real woman if Donny took her virginity.

As if reading her mind, Ellie added, "Maybe he'll do the both of us. You could lose your cherry, you work it right."

"I'll... do it," she said, "anything you want."

"You won't back out at the last minute?"

"No way, I'm in all the way," Margie promised, and her flushed state of arousal was now full bodied. ________________________________________

The girls had arranged a sleepover at Ellie's house. They acted like typical teenagers until certain that Ellie's mom had fallen asleep. Then both Ellie and Margie stripped off their PJ's and underwear. 

The smell of aroused pussy filled the air, and Ellie saw that Margie's pubic hair was glistening with juices from her excited state.

Ellie, feeling empowered after Donny's lovemaking the previous night, moved quickly to take advantage of Margie's arousal, and shoved her foot into Margie's crotch, only to have Margie push it away.

"Don't do that!" she snapped at Ellie.

Ellie just smiled at her. Margie felt the shame of her desire flood her body and flushed a deep red from her face down to her breasts.

"Don't?" Ellie said with a sneer in her voice.

"I thought you were going to do me," she said softly and calmly; then waited for Margie's answer.

"I... um, I am," Margie mumbled quietly. "I will... just..."

"Just what?" "Let me get ready, okay?"

"Ready? Hey, get ready for this!" and Ellie pushed her right breast into Margie's face, and with Margie sputtering a mild protest, rubbed it over her nose, mouth and chin.

Margie felt the yielding flesh of a breast against her mouth. Instinctively she massaged the underside with her lips, and found her way to the hardened nipple. She pulled at it gently with her teeth, dragging a moan from Ellie's throat. Ellie, breathing heavily, said, "C'mon, suck it for me, Margie."

Ellie continued rubbing her other breast over her friends face until Margie managed to capture the breast, and fed that nipple into her mouth. Seconds later, Margie moaned, "Ohhh, Ellie!" and shifted into a half-sitting position that gave her better access to both of Ellie's breasts, saying, "I love you, Ellie."

"You do?"

"I'll do anything for you! Oh, yes, oh, yes," she cried, as her mouth and tongue slobbered over Ellie's tits.

"I love your tits. Let me suck them forever!" 

That said, Margie opened her mouth and pulled as much of Ellie's breast as she could manage into her mouth. Her tongue rapidly flicked over the nipple, and then she pulled back until just the tip was in her mouth again and she nibbled.

Ellie reached down and pulled her head back gently. Margie looked up at her, a little alarmed that she might have done something wrong, but Ellie just smiled and took Margie's hand and brought it to her other breast. The skin was hot to the touch, soft and smooth. Margie lifted the flesh, squeezed and kneaded it, then descended upon it with lips and tongue.

Ellie's hand slid into Margie's hair and encouraged her attentions with pressure changes, and stroking and rubbing. Both of Ellie's legs hooked over Margie's hips, and she arched her back, and groaned, trying to devour what she could; sucking, nibbling and flicking her tongue over the hard pebbled center. Ellie kept grinding her pubis against Margie, her head flung back, and eyes closed, breathing fast, almost desperately.

"Bite them, bite my nipples!" Ellie moaned, for she hadn't realized how good Margie's mouth and teeth would feel on them.

Margie obliged, chewing roughly on Ellie's stiffening teat, and then began to suck greedily. Ellie felt the thrill shoot from the nipple to her cunt and stiffened momentarily, unaccustomed to the pleasure Margie was wringing out of her.

Soon Ellie realized that at this point Margie would do virtually anything she told her to do. She wrested her breast away from Margie's lips, and lay face down, legs spread in a Y, displaying her ass and red furred pussy. 

Ellie's toes clenched and wiggled in excited anticipation.

Moaning at the loss, Margie let the nipple slip from her mouth and quickly moved to kiss Ellie's collarbone, and then her throat, drawing a whimper in response. She raised herself up and claimed Ellie's lips, licking at Ellie's luscious lips and before closing the last distance and sliding her tongue into the other's open mouth. Their tongues wrestled, their gasping breaths mingled with saliva, and when the kiss finally broke, it was Ellie who pulled back, shaken, flushed, and breathing heavily.

Through half-lidded eyes, Ellie scanned Margie's body. Margie's breasts were smaller and higher than Ellie's, with dark areolas that were pulled tight around their centers just then. She brushed over them with her palms, sending shivers through Margie's body. Then, with great deliberation, Ellie bent forward and kissed the nipple of Margie's left breast, then flicked her tongue over it, as she attempted to repay her friend in kind. She gently took the swollen tip in her mouth and began to suckle. Margie groaned and trembled, and it was her turn to pull Ellie tighter against her.

Ellie slid forward and onto her knees, not relinquishing her prize for a second. She kneaded the mass of the breast with one hand, pushing the nipple forward, deeper into her wet, hot mouth. She drew Margie's pleasure up, centering all of Margie's attention on that one set of assaulted nerve-endings.

Margie was amazed at how Ellie had found the key to her most sensitive parts. It took her a moment before recalling that only moments earlier she had done essentially the same thing to Ellie. So Margie tried grinding her hips against Ellie's, and Ellie rocked back, eventually settling on the bed, sitting on her heels. This allowed her to set the stage whereby she was able to intertwine their legs.

With Margie's arousal continuing to rise, it wasn't long before she found herself rubbing against Ellie's thigh, luxuriating in the sensations felt when Ellie's hips moved back against hers.

Incoherent moans and whimpers came from Margie's throat, and their mouths met again in a blind, savage kiss. They shared their breath, gasping and moaning into each other's mouth.

Margie felt the heat spreading from her groin into her thighs, from there the heat surged to her stomach, chest, legs and arms. Her muscles locked, and she screamed into Ellie's mouth. She felt a loss when Ellie's withdrew her thigh; and a sudden elation when Ellie's hand darted between her legs.

Ellie pressed her palm against her best friend's spasming clit, and made it vibrate rapidly against it. This action triggered the pounding waves of Margie's orgasm, causing the young girl to scream into Ellie's mouth as she was washed away in an electrical current of ecstasy.

It went on and on and on; with Ellie holding her close, continuing to grind her hand against her, pressing her flesh into Margie's flesh, until as the waves began to fade away, Ellie took the next step, and sent a finger into the juicy, hot tunnel of Margie's cunt.

The added surprise of this penetration, along with Ellie applying pressure to the place she herself called 'her secret spot' with that finger -- a place Margie only vaguely knew she had -- set Margie to screaming and spasming, and only the quick action of Ellie forcing her friends face into the pillow prevented Ellie's mother, just down the hall from rushing to their bedroom to see what horror had befallen them. Still, Ellie was so frightened that Margie's incoherent shrieks would alarm Margie's mother or father sleeping so close that she almost smothered her friend.

Eventually, Margie came back to her senses, and, sobbing and whimpering, curled up in Ellie's arms on the bed. Ellie's hand was still massaging Margie's pussy, but she had decided to let Margie to fully recover. It occurred to her that this process might be sped up if she took her hand away from Margie's cunt, and she withdrew her hand and hugged her friend tightly.

"Shhh," Ellie whispered in her ear. "It's all right. Everything's fine. Just hold on to me."

They lay together for a while, until Margie sighed and relaxed, nuzzling her face into Ellie's neck. As Margie's awareness returned, she realized they were both lying on the bed, and that her arm was falling asleep. She tried to shift a bit without disturbing Ellie.

Ellie smiled, and rolled up to her hands and knees, straddling Margie's hips. "Shall we move this to the next level?" she asked with a pixyish smile.

Margie nodded wordlessly, and Ellie turned, and with her head thrown back in an imperious come hither mode, gave Margie her first unlimited full-length view of her naked body.

"You're beautiful, Margie," Ellie murmured into her ear.

"So are you," Margie whispered hoarsely. Margie's eyes gaped widely. She had never seen another girl's cunt displayed in such a wide-open and excited state. True, she had seen her own cunt like this, when she had spread her legs in front of a mirror and jerked off while watching herself.

"Does it look good, girl?" Ellie asked. Margie blushed, but kept her eyes on Ellie's throbbing juicy pussy.

"You look really hot," Margie managed to say after a while.

"Take a real close look," Ellie said, breathing hard. "Sniff it a little. Maybe you'll wanna lick it."

Margie's vision blurred. Her head was swimming with all sorts of depraved visions. Her heart was pounding wildly as she squirmed between Ellie's parted legs and took it all in; the smell, the lightly red beard surrounding the coral colored labia.

She did sniff as prompted by Ellie, and found it both repulsive and exciting. She felt her nose make contact with Ellie's sex, and then with a groan of lust, she buried her face and mouth in Ellie's gaping cunt.

"Oh, yeah!" Ellie moaned, wiggling her ass so that her pussy was rubbing against Margie's mouth and lips.

Margie found herself breathing heavily through her nose as she ground her mouth and tongue into the morass of Ellie's cunt, licking, sucking and swallowing her own saliva along with Ellie's juices.

"You've done this before," Ellie said accusingly, both hands holding her friend's head in place.

Wresting her mouth away from the succulent hole, Margie groaned, "No, never!" and quickly returned to the throbbing pulse emanating from Ellie's hot pussy, sending her tongue deep into her girl friend's clutching, quivering cunt.

Ellie squealed as she writhed on the bed. Both girls froze, realizing the noise might have awakened Ellie's mother. They waited several minutes. It seemed an eternity, before Ellie felt secure enough to whisper for Margie to continue.

Margie was thoroughly enjoying herself, half the time imagining Ellie's boyfriend fucking her, and the remainder of her time relishing the varied tastes that Ellie's cunt was providing her.

The pair slowly moved into an embrace and, through motions that neither properly remembered after, Margie lay atop Ellie, head nestled between her breasts again, one leg over one of Ellie's legs. One of Ellie's hands rubbed idly across Margie's back, the other held onto Margie's shoulder. 

After a few minutes, Margie shifted slightly to take the nipple that was facing her between her lips. Ellie shuddered and moaned, and her back arched involuntarily. Margie rolled her tongue over it, and then sucked, applying a slow, inexorable pressure as she drew the nub of flesh deeper into her mouth. She flicked her tongue over the tip quickly, and then returned to the rolling motion. Ellie spasmed in response and emitted a low mournful cry as her nails raked lightly over Margie's shoulder blades, sending a shiver down Margie's spine.

This play continued for several minutes, until curiosity more than anything else, caused Margie to put any reticence she might have had about tasting her friend's pussy from her mind; and allowing the trapped nipple to slide from her mouth, she let the impulse inflame her until, with an almost savage growl, she began nipping her way downward across Ellie's stomach.

Needless to say, Ellie jumped at each nip, and looked down with surprise as Margie worked her way closer to her destination. Ellie gave a little moan, and laid her head back on a pillow. Margie reached the gingery colored triangle and kissed it. She felt the soft curls brush her face, and smelled the sweet aroma of scented soap. She lowered her head scant inches and kissed the moist flesh found there.

Ellie's thighs parted, whether voluntary, or involuntary will never be known. Margie encountered a musky, exciting because it was so familiar, yet altogether alien. She felt the heat between her own legs surge she parted the swollen labia and leaned forward to kiss Ellie's fully exposed clitoris. When her lips make contact, Ellie's body arched and then convulsed.

For Margie, the power of having this virtual goddess writhing in ecstasy because of her kisses banished any last minute reservations she may have had. Her tongue darted forward, sliding beside the sensitive nerve, up one side and down the other, tasting the salty wetness. 

Ellie shuddered and tightened her legs a bit.

Margie continued this motion, slowly expanding the length of the strokes until she reached Ellie's cunt, which had parted revealing the secret entrance. Seeing her opportunity, Margie drove her tongue inside. The tight, muscular walls contracted and Margie pulled her tongue back until realizing that it was a natural phenomenon and not a trap to capture her tongue. She sent her tongue in again, and marveled at how heated and slippery Ellie felt.

Ellie drove her hips up, and whimpered at the hitherto unexpected sensations.

Margie withdrew her tongue, placed her lips over Ellie's clit, and began to suck. Ellie's powerful thighs tightened on her, and Margie struggled to remember the tricks that had been used on her that she had enjoyed, and then decided to improvise.

Still sucking on the clit, she began to flick her tongue rapidly over the nub, dragging full-throated cries from Ellie. Margie, inexperienced but perceptive, thought better of changing her technique as Ellie's hips bucked happily under her attentions. But when Ellie's writhing slowed, she changed course. She maintained her suction, but began driving her tongue in different patterns.

In no time at all, Ellie arched her back and began to scream. Margie reached for a pillow, but before she could do anything with it, Ellie's entire body went rigid. Margie dropped the pillow and returned to licking Ellie's cunt. Ellie's hands were ensnared in Margie's hair. Ellie's orgasm arrived.

Margie kept sucking and tonguing her friend, until just when she thought her jaw would fall off, Ellie released her hair and slumped back, hips pumping at an imaginary cock, or tongue while she gasped for air.

After what seemed an eternity, Ellie caught her breath and turned to Margie with a catlike grin of satisfaction on her face. She slid her hands up Margie's back, pulling her down to kiss her. Ellie's tongue sought hers and tasted deeply of her friends teeth and gums and tongue, and of course, of herself.

"God, you really are beautiful," Ellie groaned as their lips parted a thousandth of an inch.

"And you are amazing," Margie replied.

Ellie pulled back, bracing herself up on her elbows over her. "Oh? Why?"

"I never expected you to go down on me."

"Why?"

"Because, you've never even been with a guy before."

Margie blushed. "Um, no, but you knew that."

"I didn't think you'd do it."

"Why not?"

"Why didn't I think so?"

"Yeah."

Ellie smiled and stretched, "It's so unlike you. The you I've known forever."

"Well, you knew how much I wanted to get laid by this guy, right?"

"Yes... but,"

"No buts. I've been horny. You've been horny. All of a sudden you got to do something about it. And you offered him to me."

"Yeah, but only if you'd do the dirty with me."

"True, but you did the dirty with me first. I had to return the favor." Ellie gave her a wry, appraising look, then smiled and motioned her closer.

Margie smiled, and lay her head down on Ellie's chest. She could hear Ellie's heartbeat still slowing down from all the exertion. She toyed with the shape of Ellie's collarbone. Ellie's hands roamed over her body, comforting and arousing at the same time. 

"Does any of this have to end?" Ellie asked, dreamily.

The girls slept contentedly and were awakened by Ellie's mother. It was Saturday, and they went shopping at the mall, spending a great deal of time at Victoria's Secret, but not buying anything there. The sensual garments they touched and held against themselves only served to whet their sexual appetites for later that afternoon. Their plan was to tell their parents they were headed back to the mall around four and to the movies afterward. They promised to be home by ten or ten-thirty the latest.

At four ten, having changed into their most sluttish outfits at the mall, they made for Donny's apartment, giggling all the way.

Donny was waiting for them and threw open the door. "Ellie," he said, and stopped, "and this is?"

Ellie didn't answer him, but jumped unto his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. Donny was forced to carry her into his apartment while she kissed him all over his face and neck, and ground her pussy into his groin.

Eventually, Donny managed to extricate himself from Ellie's clutches. Both girls were giggling uncontrollably. Ellie with her new found feelings of possessing an older boyfriend. And Margie, from her highly excited state at meeting Donny; and from a continuous series of covert glances at him, from his hair to his bulging crotch.

"I still don't know your name, or for that matter, anything about you," Donnie said kindly.

"That's Margie," Ellie chirped. "She's my best friend in the world. We tell each other everything," she finished with a rush.

"Everything?"

"Yes, everything," Ellie replied and realizing that she might have overstepped her bounds, reddened in embarrassment.




Introduction to Sex Ch. 02



"It's all right," Donnie said, "am I correct in that Margie wants some of what you got?"

Both girls nodded affirmatively and erupted in a fit of embarrassed giggling. As their giggles subsided, they stood nervously close to him; posing in what they both thought to be sexy stances. They were both dressed in their usual outfits; skin-tight shorts, with cropped tops.

Margie, had her long, straight brown hair hanging down her back, and her shorts seemed to cling to her hips like a second skin. They barely reached down to cover the sharp curves of her tight, firm ass. What's more, her slut-like shorts were pulled so snugly up between her legs that Donny could see the outline of her pussy's lips. He took in the long, slim, pale legs extending from her compact behind, and ending in little sandal-clad feet. A sleeveless T-shirt hung just inches below the bottom swell of her full, bra-less breasts, and her nipples reacted to the cooler air from Donny's air-conditioning unit.

Ellie, shorter and more compact than her friend, was wearing shorts that, while loose and billowing around her legs, were also pulled up tightly into her crotch forming a nice 'V' shape that met on the front of her pubic mound. 

Once, when she turned around, Donny could see the material of her shorts riding high up into the crack of her ass, and he wondered if she was wearing any panties. He smiled to himself, and hoped he would find out. She was wearing a top similar to Margie's, and her large, still developing breasts pushed her T-shirt out and away from her chest like the poles of a tent.

"It's kinda hot in here," he said as they stood just inside the entrance to his apartment. "Come on in, girls, grab a seat." He followed that with, "How about a cool drink?"

"Sure," Ellie said, with a grin, and then exchanged looks with Margie as to where they should sit. Donny's living room had three armchairs in a semi-circle in front of the television. Instead of sitting down and putting a distance between them, the girls docilely followed him into the kitchen where he fixed a pitcher of lemonade and, after handing them each a glass, took them downstairs to his "lair," a room he had recently finished in the basement.

Ellie quickly and possessively busied herself checking out the room. It was cool and a little dark, but comfortable and, most of all, private. A couch, an over-stuffed chair, several tables and lamps, a make-shift bookcase, and the requisite TV and stereo unit furnished the room. 

Donny was looking at Margie's lithe body when they both heard a smothered squeal of delight from Ellie. "You have a bed!" She had discovered the Murphy bed against the wall.

After the excitement of her discovery died down, they sat together on the floor, backs against the couch, sipping their drinks and talking, the girls next to each other and Donny on the end, next to Ellie.

"So, tell me about your summer so far," Donny said, hoping to break the ice.

"There's not much to tell," Margie answered. "We just kinda hang around, lie out in the sun and go swimming sometimes. It's really boring."

"What," he teased, "no boyfriends?"

"We've never had a boyfriend," said Ellie. "Boys don't seem interested in us."

Donny looked at them frankly, and openly took in their young, nubile bodies.

"That's hard to believe," he said, "two girls like you, with those really incredible bodies. The guys you hang with must be blind or stupid. I mean, how do you feel about that?"

"It's frustrating," Margie said. "We listen to the other girls at school talk about the boys they go out with, and the things they do. Lots of times we wish we had a boy we could, you know, do some things with..."

"Like what?" he asked, almost euphoric at having opened the door to a sexual conversation without even trying.

"Well, the girls get together, usually in the bathroom or in the hall by the lockers and talk about, you know, kissing... and stuff."

"Stuff?"

Margie looked a little embarrassed. Ellie jumped in, saying, "Um, like, kissing, and... having a boy, you know, touch you... on your breasts, that kinda stuff."

"So, Margie, you've never kissed anyone, nor had anyone play with your breasts?"

"Well..." Margie began, but stopped.

Donny took a swallow of his lemonade, and said, "You were saying?"

"I don't know," Margie said and looked nervously at Ellie.

"Its okay, Margie, go on, tell him."

Both girl's nipples had hardened to diamond points from the cool air rushing down from the overhead vent as well as their excited state, knowing they were about to open a door that wouldn't close again.

"Well," Margie said, "sometimes I sleep over at Ellie's house and we pretend." She looked over at her friend, and smiled.

"What do you mean?" Donny asked, puzzled.

"Well, when we go to bed at night, one of us pretends she's a boy and we kiss, and stuff."

"You mean kiss and play with each other's tits?"

Margie smiled shyly. Ellie's face reddened. "Uh huh... it's fun. It makes us feel good," Margie said with a rush.

Donny put his empty glass down on the floor beside him.

"When you do it, do you feel good down between your legs... you know, in your pussy?"

Neither girl was capable of answering his question. Ellie spilled some lemonade on the wood flooring. It was ignored by everyone.

Donny wanted them to hear the words, and not be afraid to use them. He looked over at Ellie, who hadn't said much.

"What else do you do?" he asked her.

"Well, when Margie slept over last week we touched each other... you know, between the legs. It got so wet... I guess it's supposed to, huh?"

"Tell me."

Ellie took a deep breath and said, "We sleep in my big bed and usually wear panties and a shirt. We lie together face to face, and practice kissing and using our tongues. After a while we get pretty excited, so one of us will put our hands underneath the other's shirt and play with her breasts... and nipples. Usually we'll take our shirts off after a while... that makes it easier."

"We know that boys like to use their mouths and lick and suck on girls' nipples. So we do that, too. It feels really good. We usually take turns with each other, you know, being the boy and girl so we each have our nipples licked."

Ellie smiled at Margie. Donny could tell they enjoyed playing with each other.

"Then," Margie began, "whoever's playing the boy will lie down on top of the other, between her legs like a boy does, and pretend they're putting their... you know, thing... into the girl."

"You mean his cock, or penis," Donny said, wanting them to use the correct sexual terminology.

Both girls nodded and took furtive glances at his crotch.

The more they talked the more open the girls became.

"Yeah, cock," Ellie said with a shy smile. "We kinda rub our... pussies together and that feels really good, too."

Margie quickly added, "Last week we tried using our fingers on each other, and while we were kissing, Ellie put her hand on my panties between my legs, and started rubbing me there. God, it felt soooo... good I didn't want her to stop. I started to do the same thing to her. She got really wet there... so did I," she laughed.

Donny slowly moved his hand to Ellie's thigh. Ellie took over, saying, "So we took our panties off and put our fingers inside each other's... pussy."

"It's called 'finger-fucking'," Donny explained patiently, "and boys like to do that to girls. Girls like to do that to each other, too. It makes them feel good. I want both of you to say it."

They did. Then there was no stopping Margie. "Well, we found out we like to do it. We kinda did it all night, finger-fucking each other. Even in the morning, I had this funny feeling when I woke up, and found Ellie with her hand between my legs, making me feel good. I did her, too."

"Did her?" Donny asked, pretending he didn't understand.

"Well, finger-fucked her," Margie corrected herself. "We know it feels really good when we kiss and pretend with each other, but I've never had a guy do it to me."

"And Ellie has?"

"Yeah," Margie said pensively, and looking at Ellie as if for confirmation of a known fact, "with you, right?"

He smiled at her, and then moved between the two girls and placed a hand on each of their thighs. "Yeah, we did it." he said quietly. 

"Would you like to try it with me?"

The girls were still for a minute, and looked at each other. They knew what he meant. Ellie gave Margie a slight nod.

Coming fully alert, Margie, said, "Sure."

Donny leaned his face toward hers and their lips met. Maggie's mouth was closed at first, but opened when it felt the insistent probing of Donny's tongue. Highly aroused, Margie pushed her face hard against his, connecting their mouths forcefully, her own tongue pushing past his in her haste to explore his mouth.

Donny casually caressed the side of her face as they kissed. He sensed her eagerness, and gave Ellie's thigh a little complementary squeeze. 

After a minute or so, they pulled apart.

"Mmm... that was good," Margie said, a wide grin on her flushed face.

"Umm, now, my turn," Ellie said as she crawled up onto Donny's lap.

"Ewe, you got him really hard," she said to Margie.

"I did?" Margie said, in surprise. But Ellie was kissing Donny, and neither of them heard her. Ellie really threw herself into the kiss, closing her smoky, lust filled eyes and opening her mouth. Donny ground his mouth against hers and their tongues played a nifty game of tag. Ellie twisted her fingers in his hair and made exciting little sounds in her throat as her tongue flickered over his gums. 

When the kiss melted away they tried another. When it ended, his hand was under her top, squeezing her right breast, and she was breathing heavily.

Donny turned to Margie and said, "Let me see your tits, honey."

"Okay," she replied shyly, and peeled her top off. Her young resilient breasts sprang out from her chest.

"Have you played with lots and lots of titties?" she asked.

"Depends on what you mean by lots," he said, cupping one of her magnificent breasts and tweaking the nipple with his thumb.

"Six, or seven," Margie said primly, and then hissed with satisfaction when he gently squeezed her nipple.

"Would that be three girls, or seven breasts?" he asked, teasing her. They both laughed and then he kissed her again, squeezing each of her breasts in turn. 

When they finally broke it off she waited until she caught her breath and asked, "So how old are you, Donny?"

"What do you think?" he replied, smiling at her. "Twenty-five?"

"Close enough, Margie, close enough."

"So, Ellie how was it you told Margie here about us?"

Ellie squirmed uncomfortably before replying. "Well, normally we make a game of kinda dissing people, you know?"

He nodded, and she continued.

"But after what happened between you and me... I... I had to tell someone, I mean it was the greatest thing that ever happened to me... and, well, Margie being my best friend and all..."

"She told me how she could hardly walk after doing it with you and that you came inside her enough to give her a zillion babies," Margie put in quickly.

"I also told her that no matter how sore I was down there I still wanted more."

Margie's head was nodding in support of Ellie's explanation.

"Really?" he said. He looked at each girl in turn, then stood up and unbuttoned his fly, and shook his dick out. "Check this out, Margie."

Both girls stared at his erection.

"Want to touch it, Margie?"

"I... better not."

"Ellie, wanna give it a kiss?"

Ellie remained silent. Both girls' eyes were riveted on his cock.

"Well... do you or don't you?"

"You know I do, Donny," and with an intake of breath she dropped to her knees in front of him and took him in her mouth while Margie stood there, mouth agape. After sucking languidly on the bulbous knob for a while, Ellie asked, "Do you want her to leave?"

"Fuck, no!" Donny exclaimed, "She's here, she stays and takes her chances."

Margie was petrified. It was obvious to Donny that she was in heat and at the same time terrified by her sexual emotions.

"Margie, come here," Donny said brusquely. Slowly Maggie rose from the floor and moved to him. Donny put his arm around her and kissed her, dragging it out for several minutes, while unbeknownst to Margie, Ellie had discontinued her blowjob and knelt at their feet, awaiting his next move.

When his mouth reached Maggie's neck, her legs buckled and he half-carried, half-dragged her to the couch.

"Wow!" Margie gasped, "I never..."

"You will today." Donny said, interrupting her reverie. He bent toward her and took her earlobe into his mouth and sucked it. Margie shuddered. He glanced down at Ellie and caught her fingering herself as she watched from her knees on the floor.

He bent to her, and took the closest nipple in his lips and sucked gently.

Margie moaned giddily. 'This was the real thing, ' she told herself. 'A man is finally doing me!'

She allowed herself to relax as the buzz of sexual exhilaration flooded her breasts, and quickly moved to that delicious place between her legs. Donny slipped his thumbs back and forth over her puckered nipples, causing them to grow hard and firm.

Ellie had taken him from her mouth. She wanted to watch Margie with Donny. She was absentmindedly jerking him up and down, but Donny left off Margie's tit for he knew this was probably a once in a lifetime opportunity, and gently removed Ellie's hand.

"You've each kissed me," he said, "Now I'd like to see you kiss each other."

The two girls looked at each other, puzzled. This wasn't expected. He was supposed to fuck them. But they lacked experience, and went with the flow. If he wanted to see them kiss it wasn't a problem for them, not at all. They leaned across his body at first in a clumsy embrace, and licked one another's tongues. Donny wriggled out from between them and helped them get closer together. "I like kissing," Margie said, grinning. 

"It don't matter, boy or girl."

"Mmm," Ellie moaned in agreement, "me too." 

Margie's hands moved under her top and caressed her breasts. They both continued to lick and probe with their tongues for several more minutes, and Donny wished he had a camera to record what they were doing.

Ellie pulled away from Margie's mouth. A string of saliva maintained the erotic contact between them. Donny had a hand on each girl's breasts, tweaking one nipple, teasing the other's areole. "You both have incredible breasts," he told them.

"Could you squeeze mine a little harder?" Ellie asked, dreamily.

"Oh, yeah," Margie agreed, "mine too, it feels so good."

She tilted her head back, and added, "I've always wanted a guy to feel my tits like this," and closed her eyes in order to concentrate on the erotic feelings generated by his fingers plucking at her nipple.

Donny turned to Ellie, sitting next to him. She needed no further inducements and presented both breasts to him for his visual enjoyment. Donny could see she was breathing faster. He abandoned Margie for a moment to place a hand over each of Ellie's supple breasts, and heard her gasp as his rough palms made small circles over her nipples.

"I'm going to suck you both off, but it will take time for me to get around to the two of you. If you don't mind, Ellie, I'll start with Margie."

Donny leaned down and took Margie's left nipple between his teeth and gave it a light squeeze. A rocketing sensation arced from the nipple to her cunt, causing the young teen to groan with satisfaction. He was pleased to find that her hand had found his cock and was squeezing it feveredly. He worked both breasts in turn, and after about two minutes he left her saliva covered breasts and motioned for Ellie to bring her breasts to his mouth.

After paying similar homage to them, he leaned away from Ellie and said, "Girls, we have a very small problem. There's only one of me, and two of you. Don't get me wrong, I'm going to do the both of you, but I have to say this... we're not going to spoil this afternoon with any hard feelings over who gets laid first, are we?"

Ellie spoke up first. "I don't think so, but why" What's the problem?"

"After I cum, there's going to be a short waiting period while I recharge my batteries, so to speak."

"You can do Margie first," Ellie said brightly. "I can wait."

"That's very considerate of you, Ellie." Donny turned to face Margie, "Margie, you're a virgin, right?"

The young girl hesitated, and then answered, "Yes."

"Are you scared?"

"Yes... sure I am."

"It won't hurt, I promise. You might bleed a little, so we'll put a towel under your cute behind, okay?"

Margie was about to answer, but didn't because Ellie was slipping the towel under her rear. Margie automatically raised her ass to help position the towel.

"Oh, I should add that when we finish I'd like you to go down on Ellie while I watch. It will help me recuperate a lot quicker that way."

Donny moved vampire-like to Margie's pale white neck, and left a trail of kisses downward; leaving a series of what would be hickeys the following day in his wake. He lifted a breast, hefted it in the palm of his hand as if weighing it, or comparing it to that of Ellie. Margie moaned contentedly.

He saw that her hand was twitching uncontrollably. Perhaps she meant to stop him, but couldn't.

"You have lovely tits," he told her perhaps for the second or third time, and took a strawberry tip into his mouth, making her groan loudly. Ellie continued to finger herself, and was very close to coming.

He continued to fuss over Margie's breasts, and was driving the poor girl crazy.

"I love that," she told him, as he popped a nipple from his mouth.

"Oh!" Maggie gasped in surprise, and Donny saw that Ellie had run her fingers up Margie's thigh and was lightly tracing a path along the elongated lips of her labia. "Oh, God!" Margie gasped. Involuntarily her legs began to move, responding to the tender ministrations of Ellie's fingertips. Donny couldn't take any more of this, and quickly removed his clothing. Margie was shaking and twitching as the two conspirators worked their seductive wiles on her.

"Margie?" Ellie asked softly.

"Huh?" the dazed teenager responded.

"Don't you want to have Donny's thing in your mouth?"

Maggie's response was low and dull, "If he wants."

"Do you want Margie to blow you, Donny?" Ellie asked mischievously.

"That would be very nice. Here, take my dick in your hand, Margie."

She did so and looked longingly at it.

"Now kiss it."

She kissed the tip.

"Have you ever given a blowjob before?" he asked gently.

"No. But I know I'm not supposed to bite it."

"That's right," he told her, "no biting... at least not there."

She gave his cock a tentative lick. "I don't understand, it's so hard and all how will my teeth hurt it?"

He placed a hand on the top of her head, and let it rest there. "It is hard, but it's also tender and all the friction you're going to create when you bob your head up and down while sucking... well those teeth would rub it raw."

"I think, I..." but she stopped in mid-sentence, and took him into her mouth. She and Ellie had practiced sucking cock with bananas and a hairbrush, and Margie managed to absorb his entire head into her mouth, and then, popping it from her mouth, she exclaimed, "I think I understand now. Please let me know if I don't do it right, okay?"

"I will. Now please, suck it!"

But something went wrong. Margie began to gag and his cock fell from her mouth as Margie choked and then burst into tears.

"Cut the crying!" Donny snapped impatiently, "Ellie, show her how, and then she can join you. I've never had a double blowjob before."

Ellie moved in and, cupping his testicles, swallowed about three inches of his dick right off. She jerked his cock several times, and then removed it and spoke to Margie. "You watching?"




Introduction to Sex Ch. 02



"Y... yes, of course."

"Good, see how my throat is in line with his cock?"

After sniffling several times Margie nodded.

"Good, now you try it."

Woodenly, Margie approached Donny's rampant cock, opened her mouth wide, and moved her head down his shaft. She managed to get past his cock-head, but it was a tight fit, and she gagged after a moment or two.

"C'mon, Margie, for crying out loud," Ellie complained and pushed her aside. "It's not sword-swallowing, it's cocksucking! Suck the fucking thing!"

Donny was silently laughing and there was a smirk on Ellie's face as she berated her friend.

"Open your mouth as wide as you can. I'm going to go slow. Just lick it with your tongue and give a suck once in a while. If you're gonna choke, pull away. But just a little until you recover, then start again, understand?"

"Okay."

Ellie tendered Donny's cock to Margie's mouth, but when he crammed his tool down her throat, the teen's eyes rolled in panic. To her credit, however, she managed not to gag on him.

"Nice," he grunted, "much better."

Margie heartened at this and for the first time, began to actually enjoy what she was doing. Donny picked up on it too, and complimented her.

"Nice! You're catching on. Soon you'll be as good, or almost as good as Ellie."

To her credit, Ellie took this well; offering some positive remarks as well, and soon Margie was slurping like a pro.

"Great!" Donny told her. "Now... try licking my balls."

Margie promptly released his cock and took Donny's right testicle into her mouth, and gazed upward for his approval.

"Yes!" he groaned happily, "that's fucking great, baby. Now the other one!"

"Like this?"

"Oh, yeah... just like that."

As an afterthought, Donny did not forget Ellie, "Ellie, baby?"

"Yes, Donny?"

"Play with Margie's pussy a little. Make her feel really good again."

"Okay!" she said gleefully, happy to be involved in the action.

"Do you like it if I do this, Marge?" she asked, as her finger gently strummed Margie's cunt.

"Mmmm," Margie sighed.

Ellie slipped a finger inside Margie's pussy and began to giggle.

"What's so funny?" Donny asked, puzzled by her giggling.

Ellie asked him, "Are we lezzies?"

"Probably not," he replied. "Although I think she's gonna eat your pussy out before we're done, and maybe, just maybe you'll do her too."

"And we won't be lezzies?"

"No, not lezzies, only bi-sexual. That's because you both like cock a little more than pussy.

"Oh, that's right." Ellie giggled, and stuck another finger into Margie's twat causing Margie to writhe and moan as she sucked eagerly on his throbbing cock. Suddenly, Donny yanked his cock from her mouth.

"Sorry, Baby," he said, sounding truly apologetic about it. "Don't you want something bigger than Ellie's fingers in your pussy?"

"Huh?" Margie asked, confused.

"It's time you got laid, baby!"

"Oh! But I'm..."

He finished the sentence for her. "Right, you're a virgin on the verge."

"Ohhhh!" Margie gasped as Ellie resumed her frigging at a frantic pace.

"Ellie, move over!" and she did so.

Donny knelt between Margie's thighs and rubbed his cock up and down her already moist opening, adding lubrication to her moistness. She jerked her hips in excitement and nervously laughed at her own reaction.

"Ellie, I can't believe this is happening."

"You're gonna love it, Margie."

"Will it hurt?"

"Only a little, and then... pure heaven!"

"You swear?"

Ellie giggled, "Sure, I swear to God you'll love it. You'll want to do it all the time."

"All right then," Margie said, and she closed her eyes.

Donny carefully presented his cock to her entrance, and tentatively slid inside her. Margie hissed, and held her eyes tightly closed. 

Instinctively, her pelvic area arched upward to him. To Donny's credit, he took his time, slowly moving his hips. He glanced down between their legs and saw his cock slowly disappearing into her. Ellie was helping out by caressing Margie's face and breasts, and it wasn't long before Margie was gasping in excitement and sliding her hands agitatedly up and down Donny's shoulders. Donny supported himself on his arms and knees as he straddled Margie, who lay beneath him, her head turned to one side, knees spread wide, enjoying the feel of his length inside her.

She was tight, but the wetness allowed Donny relatively easy access. He met no real resistance as he edged slowly into the deeper recesses of her cunt.

He pulled back, then shoved inward, each time moving incrementally deeper.

"How's it feel?" he asked with a little grin.

"Feels good... so good," she answered, her voice coming from low in her throat. She had a dreamy, faraway look in her eye.

"Like my cock in you?"

"For sure..."

"Then say it. I want to hear you say it."

"I... like your cock... inside me."

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

"You're not gonna stop, are you?" she asked, terrified that he was ending their fuck.

"No, baby, I'm not gonna stop," he said reassuring her. "Oh... then fuck me, yeah, fuck me... fuck me..."

As Margie uttered the sexy, dirty words, he pulled his member out a little, and then slid it back up to the hilt, and finally moved into high gear, intent on fucking the pretty, young eighteen-year-old senseless.

Donny looked over at Ellie, kneeling next to him, watching the torrid scene. Her eyes were glowing and she was breathing hard.

"She feels so good on my cock, Ellie. Her pussy is so wet, so tight, oh, Christ!"

The base of his cock began to collide with the top of her mound. Margie's incredible wetness made the movement easy, and Donny was pulling out almost the entire length of his shaft before ramming it back up into her, letting the full length slip through the delicious grip of her tight teen opening.

They fell into a slow, easy rhythm, and he could feel her legs pulling him harder and harder as he pumped into her hot little pussy.

Ellie came closer, watching with wide, lust-filled eyes. She knelt down on the floor near them, listening to the squishy, wet sounds, absorbing the musky scent of sex that filled the room.

"Don't forget me, Donny," she moaned near his ear.

In answer, he halted his thrusting, but remained deep inside Margie, and reached over to run the palm of his hand over both of Ellie's nipples; she smiled and moaned a little at the sensual touch, pressing her breasts against his hand as he played with her creamy mounds. 

After a moment, Donny's hand moved over her and between her thighs. He cupped her pubic mound with his hand, firmly running his fingers back and forth over the front of her slit while the palm of his hand pressed firmly against her clit.

"Margie, how're you doing?" Donny asked.

"Wonderfully," she answered dreamily, and then, "are we finished?"

"No way, baby. I just need to give Ellie some lovin' too. Do you mind?"

"Oh, no. She's my best friend. And she introduced us... she deserves you too."

"Did losing your cherry hurt?" he asked considerately.

"Didn't feel a thing," Margie replied, and then giggled, "except your thing, your wonderful thing." Donny was already busy kissing Ellie, whose tongue was shooting in and out of his mouth as he continued rubbing her pussy.

"Margie?" Donny said softly.

"Mmmm?"

"I'm gonna take my dick out of you, and fuck Ellie for a while. You don't mind, do you?"

"Awww," she mewed, and he saw a tear coursing down her cheek.

"Hey, hey... we're not done. I'll be back to you in no time at all. We'll have a really big cum together."

"We're gonna cum together?" Margie said dreamily.

"Of course," Donny said to reassure her.

"That'd be super," Margie replied and leaned back allowing his cock to slide from her vagina with a soft pop. It was speckled with her blood.

Ellie noticed it, but decided she would rather have Donny inside her now, rather than waiting for him to clean up. 'What's a little blood in my pussy? I bleed every month anyway, ' she told herself as she spread her legs for Donny.

Donny forced her legs back against her shoulders, and plunged into her without examining himself.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Ellie shouted, as her cunt convulsed around his cock.

Margie sat next to them, obviously enjoying Ellie's excited state.

"Hard! Do it hard!" Ellie yelled, holding her knees back to afford the deepest penetration. Donny was impressed at how proficient she was after only fucking him the one time. He was going all out, and Ellie was gasping raggedly with each thrust as he pounded relentlessly into her. He started to cum, and she clung to his neck while her cunt tried to milk him dry.

"Oh, Donny... I love you so much," she gasped as she continued to hump up at him. Donny decided to try something different and wriggled his fingers along her spine until he came to her anus, which he rubbed in little circles.

Ellie yelped delightedly, pushing back against it; and at the same time, dug her nails into his back. Donny had no difficulty sliding the first joint of his middle finger into her rectum.

"Whoa!" she shrieked, "Margie... he's fucking my ass!"

Margie was confused by Ellie's statement. She was positive that he had entered Ellie from the front and not the back. She leaned against them and peered behind Ellie's shoulder and saw his finger plunging in and out of Ellie's anus.

"Does that hurt?" Margie asked.

"Fuck, no!" Ellie responded. "It feels almost as good as his cock in me."

Donny's spent cock flopped from Ellie's cunt and he positioned Margie so that she was alongside of her friend.

"See how you like it up the ass, Margie," he said, and without waiting, sent a finger from his other hand into Margie's rectum.

"JESUS!" Margie exclaimed.

"Did he hurt you?" Ellie quickly asked.

"Um, yes... um, no! I don't know... aw, I guess not," Margie giggled.

"I think I caught her off guard," Donny said, "how does it feel now?"

"Okay, a little weird, maybe, but it don't hurt, ya know? I thought taking it up the ass hurt."

"Taking my dick up your ass might hurt, but not a finger. It should feel good, especially if my dick's inside your pussy.

"Donny," Margie whined, "you gonna fuck me now?"

"Look at my dick, Margie," he said. "See how it's all shriveled and all?"

"Can't you make it hard?" she asked.

"Yeah, sure. But it takes a couple minutes, you know?"

The girls looked at each other.

"Tell ya what," Donny said, "I'd like to see you do it to each other. That should hurry my dick up for you."

Without any hesitation, Ellie squiggled next to Margie, her breasts jiggling with the movement, and knelt facing her friend. Their hands went to each other's breasts and Donny watched as their eager fingers pulled at each pink and erect nipple, smiles of pleasure slowly spreading over their faces. Busy little hands circled and caressed each other, creating pleasure and making them even hornier than they had been while with Donny as their tongues roved back and forth from wet mouth to wet mouth.

He watched for a few minutes as the two young girls delighted in having sex with each other. In less than four minutes, his cock was pulsing, and rock hard. He moved closer to them; let his hands slide down over the gentle curve of their firm, round behinds and then underneath between their legs applying pressure into each girl's crotch, pushing fingers up into their pussies and reveling in the warm wetness already there. The girls continued their kissing, adding a moan here and there as he titillated their respective clits.

Ellie was the first to push against his hand. Margie followed seconds later. The oily wetness of their juices ran down his fingers and over his palms.

Both girls came on to him, offering their mouths and tongues in turn, until Ellie moved down and took his cock into her mouth and laved her teenaged tongue over the head of his cock in an expert fashion.

'How quickly they learn, ' Donny thought fleetingly.

"My twin beauties," he rasped, meaning the girls and not their tits. Both girls smiled up at him, their faces flushed with sexual excitement.

"Do Margie, now, baby," Ellie cooed after releasing his shaft from between her ruby red lips. "She needs a really good cum."

Nodding obediently, Donny put his arms under Margie's legs, and slid them up to his shoulders. He recalled later just how smooth the skin of her calves felt against his neck, as he prepared to batter her pussy with his tumescent cock.

Margie's legs were angled back, and her pussy tilted up, as he started slamming into her again. In this position Donny was fucking almost straight down into the teenager, while his cock rubbed over her clit with each thrust, arousing her even faster than would be expected under the circumstances. Donny was practically bouncing up and down on her and with each inward thrust the breath hissed from her throat.

"Oh, yeah," Margie grunted, "Oh, yeah... this is it. This is it."

Ellie looked on in wonder. She wanted to be Margie more than anything at that moment. She made herself a promise to have him do her exactly that way the next time they got it on, and she memorized the positions of both Donny and Margie so it would happen just that way.

Margie's head was turned to one side, her eyes closed, as the constant barrage of pleasure built between her legs and spread throughout her body until finally exploding in her head.

Everyone knew Margie was going to cum. Her mouth open in a silent scream as her fingers grabbed at the rumpled bedding. Her legs were squeezed together, her body was rigid, and she was groaning non-stop as the climax came over her and then overwhelmed her, sending her to a height of sexual pleasure she'd never thought possible.

Even as Margie screamed the words, "I'm coming," Donny pushed deeply down into her a final time, grunted, and threw his head back as he jettisoned his load into her pussy, filling her insides with his creamy seed.

Ellie had trouble believing that her friend's body bent nearly in half as the tremendously intense wave of sexual pleasure surged through her still connected body.

As her orgasm began to subside, Donny moved backwards and felt Margie's legs begin to relax. Seconds later they unfolded from around his neck, and dropped listlessly to the bed, where they lay open, her cunt fully exposed.

"That was fucking great," Donny sighed to no one in particular.

Margie seemed completely overcome by her first cock generated orgasm. Donny gently backed away from her, his softened cock pulling out of her, releasing a small stream of jizm from her pussy. Margie lay still, breathing deep and even, eyes still closed - her legs splayed open.

Ellie came over, and settled next to them. She waited patiently until Donny turned to her and then she kissed him. She quivered at the first touch of his hands on her flesh.

Donny thought, 'It's true, the younger the girl, the more unblemished the skin, their innocence... I can't describe it... they have a special feel, a special smell, a radiance that's filled with sexual energy. There is nothing to compare them to, nothing in the world.'

Margie began to stir. She pulled her legs together and opened her eyes, that far-away 'just fucked' look filled her eyes. She smiled as she looked at Donny and Ellie.

"That was the greatest. I've never felt anything like that before," she purred.

"So you enjoyed the fuck, eh?" Donny said. "Can we do it again?" Margie asked.

"Sure, but not right away. I have to rest up a little."

"Aw," Margie said with a little pout. "I see you're playing with her tits and all," she said, clearly hurt at being left out.

"Listen," he said sternly. "Ellie wants to get laid too. But I'm not a fucking machine. On the other hand, the two of you can amuse yourselves a couple of ways while I recover. "

Clearly, he had both girls attention. "You can masturbate, or finger each other," he said with a smile. "Or, you can go down on one another."

He glanced at the clock on the bedside table. "Um, but I think not."

The girls looked at him as if he were crazy. "I think it's time for you two to think about getting those sweet little asses home. We don't want Ellie's mom calling anybody, or coming looking for her."

"You're a party pooper," Margie said and faked a frown.

Donny ran his hand up between her legs and teased her pussy.

She shrieked happily.

He did the same to Ellie, who reacted in similar fashion.

The girls remained on the bed, refusing to get up until he started to swat them on their behinds. Only when the slaps began to sting did they hop off the bed and start getting dressed while Donny sat and watched them, admiring their full, young bodies in the dim light, and he had to hide the fact that his cock had risen and was ready for action from them.

"Can the two of you manage to come over here again tomorrow?"

Both girls said, "Yes," at the same time.

"Same time?"

The girls agreed, and left being careful to concoct similar stories about what they had done for their parent's consumption.

Needless to say, both Ellie and Margie slept like babies that night.

Early the next afternoon, Margie and Ellie were knocking on Donny's door with eager, willing smiles on their faces, as they anticipated the excitement to come.

They were dressed much like they had been the day before. Both wore tight cut-off jeans and bikini tops that tied with a string around behind them. Their swimsuit tops could barely hold in their nicely full, bouncing teenage breasts.

It had taken the two girls over an hour to finalize their appearance. This involved leaving their homes wearing one outfit, and changing into their junior slut outfits once they had reached the mall.

To Donny's hungry eyes, they looked very young, very sexy, and very horny, as he ushered them into the house, and closed the front door. "God, you girls look great, today," he told them, "really sexy."

Being young and naive, they ate the compliments up and smiled appreciatively.

Ellie was flouncing into the living room with Margie right on her heels when Donny called out, "But you'd look even sexier if you took those tops off."

Needing no further encouragement, both girls quickly put their hands behind their backs and pulled at the knots holding the material up. Their tops disappeared, leaving their bare, young breasts jiggling in the sunlight while their pinkish, puckered nipples grew hard in the cooler air.

Donny stepped close to them and let his hands caress their naked mounds in turn, pulling at the nipples with his finger tips, causing them to harden even more.

"God, you girls have great tits. I love playing with them."

Margie spoke first. "We like having you touch 'em and play with 'em, too, Donny. We talked about what we'd done yesterday, and think you're a great guy, you know, teaching us about sex and stuff, and making us cum and all."

"You come over anytime. I'll be glad to make you feel good," he told them, as he peeled off his own shirt. "It's kinda sexy having you walk around the house topless, so when you come over, if there's no one else around, you can just take your tops off, okay?"

The girls giggled, and said they thought it sounded like a great idea. They liked the thought of being free and sexually open.

Donny told them that he had a few last minute things to do on his computer, and encouraged the girls to roam around the place while he finished.

The two topless teens seemed completely comfortable being topless, occasionally touching each other and giggling. Donny filed that away for another time.

Their combined horniness was obvious, and he knew that they were anxious to get started with him, but he had a deadline to meet and managed to control his own lust.

"Why don't you two pretties go upstairs to my bedroom and wait for me. I'll be up in a few minutes. You can ... you know, get comfortable..." The girls went upstairs without a word, and Donny finished what he had to, and then quietly made his way up the stairs. He paused at the open doorway to the bedroom, listening, and then he peeked into the bedroom, and watched silently. Margie and Ellie sat on the edge of the bed, facing each other, their hands manipulating each other's breasts. As Donny peered in at them, they brought their mouths together, their tongues swirling and poking urgently in each other's mouth.




Introduction to Sex Ch. 02



Ellie dropped her hand down on Margie's bare leg and slowly crept along her thigh, coming to rest in the denim covered area of her crotch. Donny clutched his cock as he saw the muscles of Ellie's arm and hand tighten as she pressed her fingers up into Margie's groin, rubbing firmly over the mound of her pussy. Margie helped, opening her legs a little wider, allowing Ellie easier access to her cloth covered pussy.

Soon Margie was returning the favor, her own hand pressed tightly up between Ellie's thighs, sliding along the cleft of Ellie's pussy through her shorts. The two girls seemed completely unaware of his presence, and Donny was content to watch as the eighteen-year-olds aroused one another Eventually, the girls stood up, and holding tightly to the other, enjoyed a torrid kiss. Following the kiss, both girls were panting they spent another minute fondling one another's breasts, and then moved down to the waist bands of their shorts. Donny watched their fingers fumbling with snaps and zippers, as they urgently worked to free themselves from the inhibiting clothing; anxious to delve fingers and tongues into that warm, wet secret place that brings young girls such primal pleasure.

Ellie undressed Margie, and then stood still while Margie returned the favor. It was obvious that both were enjoying each step of the intimacy created by the anticipation of further sexual arousal and release. Once they were naked, they set about stimulating each other; caressing, kissing, stroking and pinching each and every intimate place on the other's body.

To Donny's surprise, it was Margie who first attacked Ellie's pussy, first cupping her mound, and then tentatively sending an exploratory finger into her.

Ellie spread her legs further apart, giving her friend room to play with her pussy, and after a moment's hesitation, she began to return the favor. Each girl now had one hand between the other's legs while toying with the other's nipple with the remaining hand.

Highly aroused with their sex play, the girls sank down on Donny's bed, and lay facing each other, legs apart, fingering the other's pussy as Donny looked on.

Small moans of delight occasionally drifted from their throats as they looked down between their open legs and watched themselves being fingered. "Wonder when Donny will come to us?" Margie asked idly.

"I dunno. Ohhh ... that's so nice!" Ellie moaned pleasurably. "Could you add another?"

Margie nodded and sent a second finger in to join the first. Ellie stared in wonder as the two fingers sluiced in and out of her very wet pussy.

"Christ," she groaned happily. "Imagine, all that time and we've never thought to try this on our own. Oh, it feels so good, baby..."

Margie was delighted to hear her friend say this, and wanting to pleasure her friend even more, with a horny smile, said, "Lay back. I want to do you like Donny did me yesterday."

Ellie lay back, knees up and spread wide apart, the slit of her already wet pussy open and waiting. Margie moved around and knelt between Ellie's legs, dipping her mouth down and giving Ellie's cleft an exploratory lick with her tongue. Ellie shuddered.

Margie ran her tongue up the slit again, this time delving deeper into the pink, wet slot. Ellie's loud groans, and the thought of how nasty this intimate, sexy act she was performing on her friend was aroused Margie even more.

Donny bit his tongue to quell the groan that welled up in his throat. He wanted to see them finish one another before he joined in. His cock was throbbing unmercifully in his jeans, but he didn't dare remove them for fear of alerting the girls.

He took in Margie's shapely ass sticking in the air, her face buried between Ellie's legs, and knew he would fuck her first. When both girls began to groan in tandem, he knew it was time to shed his remaining clothing, and did so, and then walked into the bedroom with his throbbing shaft tilted at the ceiling, a drop of pre-cum juice clinging to the tip.

The girls barely noticed him as he climbed onto the bed with them.

Ellie lay on her back, with her hands on her knees, holding them back and open as Margie's tongue slipped and probed in Ellie's pussy, her long, brown hair swirling around the smooth, pale insides of Ellie's thighs.

Donny listened to the wet licking sounds as Margie contentedly lapped away at her friend. Suddenly it occurred to him to become involved to some extent, and he whispered, "Margie, use your fingers in her pussy. That'll make her feel even better."

Margie turned her head and looked up at Donny, and smiled. Her face was covered with the moist juices already pouring out of Ellie's cunt. "Hi," she said, and promptly sent two fingers into the warm wetness and began finger-fucking Ellie.

"We thought you'd never come upstairs, so we started without you. I hope you don't mind."

"Use your tongue on her," he said, ignoring her comment.

He watched her face as a look of uncontrollable lust came over her, and Margie began teasing Ellie's clit with the tip of her tongue. To Donny, there was no doubt that she was relishing this opportunity, and Donny's imagination ran wild as he thought of several depraved ways that he might introduce them to in the near future.

"Yeah ... oh, yeah ... I love that," Ellie cooed.

He slipped his hand over Margie's pert ass perched so invitingly in the air beside him. He ran his fingers down through the crack of her ass, found her wet pussy, and slipped his middle finger into her, and began finger-fucking her just like she was doing to the moaning and groaning Ellie.

Margie moaned, and her ass quivered with excitement. Her pussy lips grasped at his probing digit, and each penetration of the finger began building an intense feeling in her loins. He felt the young girl start to rock back slightly against each inward movement of his finger, as if she was fucking herself on his hand.

Donny was about as hard as he'd ever been, and marveled at the fact that he had yet to seek his own release. It was then that he realized that he had subconsciously decided to take these girls on for as long as they would stay with him. 

It was with a casual, almost blasé attitude that he spread the seeping wetness gathered on his finger up and down the deep, narrow crack of her ass. With her butt pushed up in the air he had easy access to her asshole, and decided to break her in as he had Ellie the day before.

He made certain his finger was thoroughly wet with her juices, then located her puckered ass hole, and slowly twisted and turned his finger into the opening while firmly pushing forward. He was met with fierce resistance, and pushed harder.

Margie stopped fingering and licking Ellie, and turned to look at what he was doing. "You did that to Ellie..." she said, without accusation.

"Yeah ... yesterday," he said.

Margie added matter-of-factly, "She said it didn't hurt."

"Am I hurting you?"

"No ... keep going. I'll tell you if you do."

Having given him the green light, she bent her face back into Ellie's pussy and resumed eating her out.

With a little more lubrication, and some additional twisting and turning, Donny's finger moved easily into her rectum. Margie made no sound other than that caused by her slurping away between Ellie's thighs. Donny felt the pressure on his finger as her anal walls closed down upon it and smiled happily as she pushed back against his finger.

'I'm going to ass fuck this bitch, maybe not today, but it's going to be soon, ' he told himself, but his train of thought was distracted when Ellie began jerking her hips as Margie brought her to her first climax.

Margie kept at Ellie's cunt and Ellie began to sob, enthralled by the exquisiteness of her orgasm.

It took Donny a moment to reorient himself, but soon he had his finger completely up Margie's ass. When Margie shifted position, having tired of eating Ellie out, Donny quickly tried adding a second finger to her ass, but that failed, and he set out to have a finger in her pussy as well as her ass, and was soon fingering her in both holes.

"Whoa..." Margie exclaimed.

"Like it?" he asked.

"I am liking that!" Margie chirped happily, her mouth and nose were covered in a light cream from Ellie's pussy.

Donny heard Ellie speak for the first time since he'd paused outside the bedroom.

"Oh, God, Margie ... I'm so far gone," Ellie keened.

Margie's hips were no longer passive, but sprang into action, pumping furiously against Donny's hand.

"Margie," Donny whispered, ""Do Ellie now. You know ... finger her asshole too."

Margie followed his suggestion enthusiastically, almost shoving her slender finger into Ellie's anus. It went in rather easily, and Donny guessed it was because he'd loosened it up some the day before.

Margie's tongue began to lick up and down the length of Ellie's cunt, while at the same time, she pushed and pulled her finger in and out of her friend's asshole. The increased moans of pleasure from Ellie told Donny that she too was enjoying the nasty, very intimate act as much as Margie was.

"How's it feel?" he asked.

Both girls replied that it felt wonderful. Ellie pulled her knees further back and to the side, opening herself up even more to the erotic stimulation from her friend's mouth and finger.

Donny decided it was time to put his dick to work, and slowly removed his fingers from Margie's pussy and rectum. Moving around behind her, he got up on his knees behind her raised ass. Pushing his cock down, he angled the tip into her pink, wet slit, and then pushed his hips slightly forward, watching as his cock pushed aside the rubbery folds and disappeared inside the eighteen-year-old girl.

Margie moaned happily, and with the cockhead firmly inside her, Donny gripped her hips and pushed forward, while at the same time gently, but firmly, pulling her back onto his cock.

He was careful to take his time, allowing her to get used to the thickness of his tool before forcing himself too far into her. He slid in a little, and then pulled out, repeating the process several times, before finally burying his dick all the way inside her tight, little pussy. He felt the warm softness of her ass checks against his stomach, and used his fingers to gently rub over her tight asshole. The horny young teenager liked it, too, pushing back against him, craving even more.

"Don't neglect Ellie, now, baby," he cooed in Margie's ear, once he'd sunk his entire length into her. He waited until Margie demonstrated that she'd heard him by sealing her youthful mouth to the swollen lips of Ellie's cunt and sucked hard. Seconds later, Margie remembered Ellie's abandoned asshole, and sent a finger back into it, dragging a loud moan from Ellie.

Donny bent over, and ran his fingers lightly over Margie's back, then down around her sides and underneath her body, caressing her full, firm breasts as they hung beneath her, and pulled at her long, hard pink nipples. She moaned, and pushed back, wanting to build the sensations between her legs even more.

With his fingers still playing with her breasts, Donny moved his hips back and forth, leisurely pumping into the eighteen-year-old girl from behind. He wasn't in a hurry and took his time, enjoying the feel of her tight, wet, cunt lips pulling and sucking at his prick as it slithered in and out. Soon his balls grew wet as the moisture dribbled down out of her opening onto them.

With her free hand, Margie used her fingers to spread the outer lips of Ellie's snatch enabling her to lick and suck the moistened, pink inside. As Ellie's moans of pleasure rose in intensity, Margie concentrated the action of her mouth and tongue between the top of Ellie's labia, and on her clitoris.

Donny was flabbergasted to see Margie do something he'd never even dreamed of doing. 

Evidently, her tongue and jaw had tired, and rather than bringing her cunnilingus to a halt, she began rubbing her chin against Ellie's vaginal lips. The result was that Ellie's labia were spread, and when Margie rotated her chin slightly and ground into Ellie, Ellie went wild, writhing on the bed, as a series of concentrated, seemingly unending waves of pleasure washed over her, each one greater than the last.

In Ellie's highly aroused state, she thought that her head had become detached from her body, and was floating in a sea of sexual lust, which she didn't want to end. She sensed the build-up of erotic energy between her legs, and knew she was going to have a magnificent cum.

As the dam burst inside her, Ellie's head jerked back, her eyes rolled back in her head, and both her cunt and asshole spasmed. Subconsciously, she tried to pull her legs together, but Margie's head and shoulders were still there; still working their magic; still sending thrill after thrill of orgasmic delight through her.

Feeling Ellie's shuddering climax, Margie pulled her head up and away.

Donny saw the lewd smile appear on her wet and shiny face, as Margie watched her friend cum. Ellie's legs closed, and she seemed to be rubbing her inner thighs together, wringing every last particle of pleasure out of her orgasm.

Satisfied that Ellie was out of play for the moment, Donny resumed his copulation with Margie thrusting then pulled his cock almost completely out of her cunt before pushing in to the hilt. The girl was incredibly wet, and though she had the tight, inexperienced pussy expected of a young eighteen-year-old, he still found it easy going, as he surged in and out of her.

Margie was babbling a litany of, "Oh, yes!" and "Don't stop, please don't stop!" as she grew closer to her orgasm.

Ellie was transfixed, as she lay there listening to the slap, slap, slap of their sweaty thighs clapping next to her. Moreover, the pungent odor of all their fucking was driving her crazy with lust.

Margie was now chanting, "Fuck ... fuck ... fuck!" each time their bodies collided.

Ellie shifted her body, leaning on her right elbow, and watched the couple next to her with renewed interest.

"Oh, God ... no!" Margie shrieked as Donnie pulled his cock out of her pussy.

But she shifted to, "Oh, God, yes!" when he swiveled about and had her mount him, facing away from him.

"YEAH!" she groaned with satisfaction, as she impaled herself upon his glistening shaft. He laughed aloud as her ass squirmed on his lap, and unknowingly to Margie, her cuntal muscles began a kegeling action on him.

Donny put his hands around her front, and rubbed his palms over her hard, little nipples. Margie was using the fantastic energy that only teens seem to possess to hump him, and her pussy muscles intensified their contractions as her climax arrived. She tilted her head back onto his shoulder, and Donny felt her body tense, and then shudder, as the wonderful release of her orgasm swept over her.

He kept toying and pinching her nipples as she continued to cum, until hearing a low moan, he realized her climax was subsiding. Seconds later, her body relaxed, and she rolled off of him to lay spread eagled on the rumpled sheets. The glow of her climax radiated from her body.

Donny, still erect, continued to play with her breasts, enjoying both their firm elasticity and the rate of her heavy breathing as she came down from her high.

"You're hard!" Ellie shrieked happily, and pounced upon his cock, absorbing the throbbing, red tip between her swollen lips. She blew him for some minutes, alternating her licking and sucking by playing with his balls. 

But Donny couldn't, or wouldn't cum for her, and Ellie quit trying, and began to kiss Margie's mouth, bringing her to a fevered pitch in a short time. Donny let them play for a while, but then interrupted them and ushered them out of the bedroom and into the living room, ostensibly to get something to drink. 

Both girls were compliant, but remained highly aroused. Their eyes remained fixed on his cock as it swayed back and forth as he walked around making the drinks.

Finally they all sat down on the floor with their drinks, and he encouraged them to discuss their feelings about what they had just done, and what they had enjoyed the most.

"I love sex," Margie said, looking at her friend, Ellie. "I can't believe I waited this long to start fucking like this. It's so fun, doing it."

"Which part did you like the best?" he asked.

"Shit ... all of it! I mean, I couldn't believe I was letting Ellie ... even if she is my best friend and all ... do what we did to each other. And ... and you, Donny ... God, I loved it when you shoved your cock into me. And, Ellie, you with your finger in my ass ... I thought I'd die for sure."

"How 'bout you, Ellie?" he asked.

"Me? I thought today was better than yesterday. I know I came more times today, thanks to Margie here," she gave Margie's thigh a light squeeze, and Margie teased her nipple until it hardened.

Donny decided to push the envelope. "What would you two think about adding some more people to our little sex games?"

"Like who!" Ellie asked immediately suspicious of his intentions and fearful of anyone else learning about what they had been doing. He saw Margie reading her mind as she too, tensed up.

"Well, before we ever met, girls, I partied some with these two guys and their girl friend."

"That would be three guys and one girl," Ellie said pensively, her apprehensive expression hardened.

"Sounds like the girl had a great time," Margie chirped nervously. But Donny sensed that she was tempted by the concept of fucking two more guys ... or men, as she saw them in her mind's eye.

Ellie looked at Margie; saw her willingness to experiment further, and the prospect of adding others to their group took on a different light. "Are they clean?" she asked.

"Huh, what do you mean?" Donny asked, confused by her question. It had never occurred to him that his friends might be capable of transmitting STD's to him. He blanched at the thought, but made a mental note to ensure that they were clean before inviting them to join him and the teens.

"Disease free is what I mean," Ellie said, sounding more adult than Donnie at that moment.

"Well, sure they are," he replied, putting a false confidence into his tone. "It's just the four of us. Always has been the four of us, ' he told them, and saw Ellie relax a little.

"What's her name?" Ellie asked. "Do we know her?"

"Paula ... her name is Paula. The guys are Manny and Ritchie."

"And Paula's the only girl you've ever made it with besides us?" Margie asked, pouting as if the world would end if it weren't.

"No," Donny said, softly, holding his right hand up to ward off any outburst from the girls. "There was a girl in the eighth grade, and two more in high school. But, please don't hold that against me," he said beseechingly, "It was long before I ever met you two lovelies."

The girls looked at each other for a few seconds and, mutually reassured, smiled up at him.

"I think it sounds okay. Kinda like a party, you know?" Ellie gushed, relieved that the perceived threat to their older boyfriend had vanished.

Margie said, "Sounds like there'd be enough people so everyone could ... you know, have fun ... lots of fun."

"Oh, there will be plenty to go around ... if you mean cock, that is."

They all laughed at that, and Margie found herself asking, "Can we do it again?"

"Sure," Donny replied. "Why don't both of you sit next to each other on the love seat, here," and he pointed to a loveseat a few feet away. They got up and then sat down as he had asked them to.

"Mmm ... that feels nice," Ellie purred as he lightly ran his fingers over her inner thigh. A moment later he did the same to Margie, and she also moaned happily.

It wasn't long before he found himself diddling both girls at the same time, enjoying the purring sounds they made as he drilled a finger into each of them.




Introduction to Sex Ch. 02



'They are so adaptable, so willing to go along with anything I suggest, ' he thought.

And, as he fingered them, he told them a little about Paula, Richie and Manny.

Let's see," Donny said, "I met Manny in high school. We didn't go to the same high school, but met at an ice cream place. We were both looking for girls, and struck up a conversation. We didn't meet any girls that day, but we became friends and hung together. Are you sure you want to hear about this?"

"Yes!" both Ellie and Margie hollered.

"Okay, okay," Donny said, "Let's see - we, that's Manny and me - met Richie and Paula at the movies. Turns out, Richie had picked her up in the lobby when he was buying some popcorn. They sat a row behind us, and started making out as soon as their asses hit the seats.

"Manny and I had brought a six-pack in with us. It was March, and our coats hid the beer from any inquisitive eyes.

"When Paula began to moan softly, we turned around and saw them kissing and swapping spit. I nudged Richie's leg and he looked up at me. 'Hi, ' I said, 'you guys want a beer?' "Richie was dumbfounded. I mean, here he was on the verge of getting some, and we offer him a beer. But Paula ... she was something else, even then. She pops out of the clinch and reaches for a Coors, popped it open and started to chug it down.

"'You might as well join her, ' Manny suggested, and Richie did. We were all a little high in a few minutes, and then we were all sitting together. We finished the beer in no time at all, and Paula asked if we could get some more.

"I said, 'Sure, but I'm not paying a second admission to get back in here.'

"So we all trooped out of the movie theatre, and got into Manny's Chevy.

"Twenty minutes later, we were tooling along, drinking and fucking around, playing a little grab-ass, you know, just fooling around.

"I remember Paula reaching across my shoulder trying to grab another beer, and Manny, who was driving, holding it just out of her reach. She was in the backseat with Richie, and had to lean over the seat and press her tits into Manny's arm to get near the beer that he held away from her.

"'Gimme the Goddamned beer!' she demanded, and fell over into the front seat trying to get the beer he was holding. The car slewed wildly to the wrong side of the road. Richie grabbed her around the waist and tried to pull her back, but her center of gravity was more in the front seat than the back and ever so slowly, Paula wound up in the front, sprawled across the bucket seats.

"I know I was paralyzed with fright. All she wanted was the fucking beer, didn't care if we all died while she went for it. Manny dropped the beer can on the floor and she fished around for it, found it, and opened it. Of course!

"'Come on, Paula, cool it, will you?'

"Paula flounced back down in the seat and chugged away at the beer.'Fuck you guys, ' she said, and then burped.'You want all the beer for yourselves.'"

"'Where we going?' Richie asked, trying to change the subject.

"Manny said, 'I thought maybe we'd pull into the lot at the end of Jordan Avenue.'"

"That was a neighborhood lover's lane, known to everyone locally.

"'I lost my virginity there," Paula chirped happily as Richie handed her another beer.

"'Who'd you lose it to?" I asked, trying to get a rise out of her.

"'Joey Del Monaco," she replied with almost no hesitation.

"'I know Joey," Manny said. "He takes it up the ass."

"He's queer?" Richie said, not sure if Manny was kidding or not.

"'Yeah, he's queer,"' Paula said genially.

"'But he took your cherry?"' I said, not wanting to believe she lost her cherry to a queer.

"'Well, he wanted to change his luck. He told me so. I guess I wanted to change mine too. So we did it in the backseat of his Pontiac."'

"'Was he any good?"' Richie asked.

"'I dunno. The first time's usually a bummer from what my girlfriend's told me."'

"'Don't girls remember the first time the rest of their lives?"' Manny asked.

"Paula laughed and popped the lid of her beer. "'Do you remember everything about your first time?"' she asked, answering his question with one of her own.

"'Hey, I'm a virgin," he replied with a shit-eating grin. "We're all virgins. Wanna take our cherries, Paula?"

"She started laughing at us, and then took us all by surprise, saying, 'Sure, why not?' She took Richie's hand and placed it on her tit.

"Manny watched them in the rear-view mirror as they moved into a torrid kiss. I saw where his eyes were and turned around as Richie's hand went between her legs. She was wearing jeans, and moaned into his mouth.

"I couldn't believe it when Manny called out, 'Hey, I got a blanket or two in the trunk. We could all get out and then everyone can get in on the action."'

"Richie started to say, 'No way, man' But Paula cut him off, saying, 'That's a great idea,' and she opened her door and hopped out, cupping her crotch and moaning, 'I'm really, really hot for some virgin cock."'

"None of us were virgins, and I couldn't believe she thought we were. I still don't. I really think she wanted to get laid by a couple guys at once. But to this day I don't know for sure.

"Manny opened the trunk and pulled out two old army blankets. I helped him spread them out on the ground a few yards away from the car. Richie was trying to pull her jeans down, but proved inept at it. Paula had to shove him away and sit down on the blanket, and then wriggle out of them. To my surprise, she wore nothing in the way of underwear.

"For the first time I got close to her. I could smell the shampoo in her hair. I think I was as hard as I've ever been in my life.

"'Here's what we can do," Paula said matter-of-factly. 'I'll get down like this.' She dropped to her hands and knees. 'Ritchie, you get in front of me. Take it out and kneel down. I'll blow you. Manny, you wanna fuck me doggy-style? If not, I'll jerk you off until Ritchie cums then I'll blow you. Or, you fuck me; I'll jerk Donnie off then suck him until he cums. That okay with all of you?"'

"We were dumbfounded. Finally, Ritchie took his dick out, and tendered it to her mouth. Manny slapped her on the ass, dropped his pants, and then mounted her.

"I stood there for a moment then as the sound of her slurping away on Ritchie's dick reached my ears, I whipped my dick out and placed it in her hand. She gave me a squeeze and slowly jerked me off.

"Ritchie came quickly enough, and I quickly replaced him in Paula's mouth.

"To make a long story short, we all fucked her once and received a blowjob from her that night. We were fuck buddies from that day on." ________________________________________

Both girls were creaming over his fingers and hands as Donnie continued fingering the two of them while he finished regaling them with the story of how he had met Paula and the guys.

"Gonna fuck me now?" Ellie asked huskily.

"Sure, why not?" Donnie replied.

"Hey!" Margie said in protest, fearing she was about to be left out.

"Take it easy, Margie," he said, "I'm gonna drill you too."

"All right!" Margie chirped, suddenly happy as a lark.

Ellie lay on her back with her knees drawn up, presenting her pussy to Donnie's quivering cock. Margie looked on, seemingly fascinated by the entire process, and reached out to fondle his cock while Donnie ran his hands over Ellie's lithe feminine form.

"You can put it in me anytime, Donnie," Ellie whispered. Her breathing had quickened and she was trembling a bit. She arched her back, angled her pussy toward him as he pressed his shaft into the mouth of her pussy.

The angle was not quite right, and Donnie pulled back out, made a slight adjustment and slid into the liquid velvet of her young cunt.

Ellie moaned happily.

Turning from one girl to the other, Donnie gasped, "God damn, I'll never feel better than when I'm slipping into your pussies."

"It feels good for me too, Donnie," Ellie said and then giggled.

"Me too," Margie said, just to be part of the conversation.

"Margie, why don't you squat over Ellie's face? She can eat you while I fuck her. Then we'll switch. How's that sound?"

Neither girl responded, but Margie moved with an acrobatic grace, swinging her limbs in a wide arc over Ellie's head and dropping into the squatting position Donnie had asked for. Ellie's hands moved up to take hold of Margie's behind and brought her pussy within reach of her outstretched tongue.

"Whoa!" Margie gasped at the first touch of Ellie's soft, pliant tongue.

Donnie pumped vigorously, until he felt himself touching what he thought to be Ellie's cervix and his belly slapped lightly against her ass.

Ellie emitted a fairly loud, "Mmmm!" But she kept lapping away at Margie.

Donnie, holding her by the hips, pushed his pelvis into high gear, pummeling Ellie's cunt so hard that she lost her position with Margie and started to cum, grunting wantonly with each and every thrust, her internal muscles tightening and relaxing in rhythm to his onslaught.

Fearing that he would cum from her very obvious climax, Donnie pulled out and mounted Margie. His cock was slick with Ellie's juices and he had no problem filling Margie's twat with his entire length.

Margie, heavily stimulated by Ellie's talented mouth, immediately felt the stirrings of her orgasm beginning. Donnie started off fast, but quickly tired and was reduced to a long series of slow, but forceful strokes.

Margie accepted this, for it appeared to her that he was striving to prolong both their climaxes and she was all for that. She urged him on, "Go deeper!" And a second later, "Go faster!" And then to, "Hold it, right there!"

He attempted to oblige her and must have succeeded, for within a minute she was reduced to a babbling wreck, uttering incomprehensible gibberish that he could only take as praise for his fucking abilities.

Recovered from her orgasm, Ellie was laughing at Margie's antics and hoping that Donnie was up for even more fucking after Margie.

Donnie slipped out of Margie's pussy and put his hands behind her knees, pushed her legs back, and held her completely open with his thumbs. Her pussy tilted up slightly, and he sent his shaft fully into her with one forceful thrust that obliged Margie to begin her orgasm in an almost violent fashion.

He heard Ellie laughing next to him as she watched her friend enjoying sex.

"We're a lot alike," she said to Donnie. We both want to fuck all the time now."

"You think?" Donnie gasped.

"I know I can't wait to meet your friends tomorrow," she said happily, and reached between Donnie and Margie to rub Margie's clit and bring on another wave of pleasure to her friend.

"Well, now the two of you know how to have some fun together," he replied. "That'll keep you happy when you don't have a guy around."

He pulled out of Margie and remounted Ellie. He let her legs drape over his arms and moved his body forward a little, tilting her pelvis up until he was plunging almost straight down into her sex. Revitalized with a fresh cunt, he began to move faster, fucking her harder, his loins slapping against her ass and the backs of her thighs. With each deep penetration she let out a little moan. He felt his climax roiling and decided to let it burst out. He thought about pulling out, decided to fill her with his load and grunting from the intensity of the pleasure produced, promptly began to spurt it out into the deepest recess of her sex, and, although neither of them knew it at the time -- impregnated her.

Ellie was grinning from ear to ear, and fully satiated she lay back enjoying the feel of the coating of liquid warmth on the walls of her vagina and the pulsing of his sex as it throbbed continuously while emptying his sacs.

After a few minutes Donnie pulled his softening cock out of her. It was wet and sticky from the residue of his climax and Margie quickly took it into her mouth and cleansed him.

"I could feel your cum inside me," Ellie said and sighed with pleasure. "It felt so good. Can you do me again?"

"You two lovelies have worn me out. But think about tomorrow. Right now it's time for you to get your little asses home. You will stop by tomorrow, right?"

"Definitely," Margie said and kissed him on the lips.

"Tomorrow," Ellie said and waited until Margie made room, and then kissed Donnie in exactly the same spot that Margie had.



Introduction to Sex Ch. 03



Ellie's mother, Mavis Jones, had grown suspicious of her daughter's furtive actions of late, and now found herself eavesdropping on Ellie's phone conversation with Margie.

She was stunned at what she heard.

Margie: "Do ya think Manny and Ritchie's cocks are as big as Donny's?"

Ellie: "I hope so. I can still feel Donny inside me."

Margie: "Um, me too."

Mavis Jones had her hand over her mouth, and her eyes were wide with shock. Her daughter, her baby, discussing a man's penis like that. Why ... that meant that she'd... Mavis was incapable of further thought on the matter, and perhaps a full minute passed before she registered what the girls were saying.

Ellie: " ... our first orgy. I can't believe it."

Margie: "I can't wait to have two in me at once!"

Ellie: "Me too! How do you think they'll do it?"

Margie: One in my mouth and one in my puss, I guess."

Ellie: "Oh, I thought there'd be one up your behind and one in your puss."

Margie: "I hadn't thought of that. That sounds good too."

Ellie: "Maybe we'll do both."

"Margie: "Ewe! I don't see myself sucking their things after having it up my behind."

Ellie: "Silly, you do the behind thing last."

Margie: "Oh, yeah. That's right."

Mrs. Jones was incredulous. She had to put a halt to this. But how? She knew the girls were devious. They knew how to gauge an adult's perception to a very high degree, and if she tipped them off they would only find a more circuitous means of participating in the orgy. 

How could she prevent it from happening? She continued listening, hoping to learn where and when this orgy was to take place. But the girls gave her nary a clue in that direction, and so Mavis had no choice but to wait ... and hope.

Trying to be as unobtrusive as possible, Mavis watched Ellie like a hawk, and following school the next day, saw Ellie putting an outfit on over the one she was wearing.

'I did that myself, back in the day, ' Mrs. Jones thought, and had to suppress a smile, until she realized just why her daughter was dressing secretly.

When the phone rang, Ellie raced to get it. Mavis waited, counting to ten before lifting the receiver and listening in again.

"Margie: "... this green dress, why, if I sit or bend, my panties show."

Ellie: "The tight, tight green one?"

Margie: "Yeah, and no bra."

Ellie: "I'm wearin' my blue slutty thing. You know the one cut real low in the front, and way down to my butt in back?"

Margie: "Ewe, yeah! You do look so sluttish in that dress, Ellie."

Ellie: "Oh, thanks, doll face, I'm sure you look marvelous too. And by the way, I'm minus a bra too."

Shortly afterward the girls ended the conversation. Mrs. Jones hadn't a clue as to where the orgy was going to be held. ________________________________________

Mavis Jones was amazed as her daughter; with as innocent an expression as she'd ever seen on her angelic face, maneuvered her into letting her to stay out with Margie until 9:30 that evening. Ellie told her that she was meeting Margie at her house and they were going to the movies. She stressed that her homework was finished and it was Friday, and she would be home at a decent time. Mavis was trapped; there was no reason to deny her a night out.

Mrs. Jones was as discreet as possible, using her Toyota to follow the girls -- who met -- not at Margie's, but two blocks from Ellie's house.

Ellie and Margie walked to a small boutique on the boulevard and used the dressing room to remove the top layers of clothing. Mrs. Jones waited a block away, the Toyota idling nervously while she worried the cuticle on her wedding ring finger.

Margie and Ellie walked another block arm in arm. Mrs. Jones hung back, giving them ample space, fearing that should they look back they would spot her.

In that regard, however, her fears were groundless. But moments later, Donny and Richie pulled up alongside the girls in Ritchie's Ford Mustang convertible.

The girls were surprised at both the stylish convertible and Richie's Latin good-looks. He was a little over six feet and weighed about 180 pounds. Ellie's mother almost went into shock, for to her eyes; both males appeared to be men in their mid-twenties, and not high school seniors as she had supposed they were.

Both Margie and Ellie were captivated by Richie's black, wavy hair and his deep brown smiling eyes. As Richie held the door open, the girls hopped into the convertible, Margie into the rear, followed by Richie, leaving the front seat for Ellie, who wriggled her butt across the leather seat and gave Donny a smoldering French kiss. "Gonna let her out-do you?" Richie said with a wicked grin.

"Not on your life," Margie yelped and squirmed onto his lap and kissed him feveredly as he groped her lush breasts.

Mavis Jones watched in dismay as her daughter prolonged the kiss. She saw that the man behind the wheel was attempting to pry her away from his mouth, not wanting to attract unnecessary attention. 

Her eyes widened as the couple in the backseat remained in a tight clinch, and then when Margie gaily waved her panties in the air, then released them and watched as they sailed away to the side of the road, Mavis lost control of her vehicle and swerved sharply to the right before regaining control and bringing her car to a stop.

"You're crazy, Margie," Richie laughed.

"You think?" she responded, and then joined his laughter. "The car behind us almost crashed when I waved them in the air."

"Cool it back there," Donny said although he was giddy with sexual excitement. "Don't need to get pulled over by the cops with all this luscious pussy in the car."

"Pussy!" Margie scoffed.

"Ain't no other word for it, my lovely," he replied. "You are prime tender pussy, and I'm not. It's that simple. Now will the both of you be good girls ... at least until we get to my place ... please?"

Ellie and Margie giggled in unison, and agreed to behave the rest of the way, settling back into their respective seats. Richie's hand fondled Margie's pussy, but not so it was noticeable to the casual onlooker.

Ellie half turned to face her girlfriend in the backseat and saw Richie's hand caressing Margie's twat. "Really in heat, eh, girl?" she called out. Margie opened her eyes and giggled. "Aren't these guys the handsomest men you ever laid eyes on, Ellie?"

"Laid being the operative word," Donny said, tossing the words over his right shoulder.

"Right on," Richie said agreeably.

"So ... are Manny and Paula waiting for us at your place?' Margie asked Donny.

"No, but they'll be by in a while," he answered. ________________________________________

Mrs. Jones, back on the road, pushed the speed limit as she sought to catch up with her daughter and her friends. Unfortunately, Donny made a right onto his street and parked the convertible in his driveway. The foursome piled out of the car and entered Donny's apartment just as Mrs. Jones drove past the intersection in pursuit of what now amounted to a ghost car.

The guys wasted no time once they were all inside. Ellie curled up alongside Donny and Richie pulled Margie onto his lap on the loveseat across from the couple on the couch.

As Ritchie's hand rubbed the inner sides of her thighs, Margie groped his thick cock and heavy balls through the material of his jeans.

Donny let his right hand traverse the length of Ellie's leg until he reached the juncture between them. He pulled her panties to the side and sent a finger to explore the thick lips of her opening. Ellie had to spread her legs before she died of want.

His middle finger sank into her wetness.

"Oh, Donny!" she squeaked happily, "I love it! I feel so wicked. Am I a really bad girl?"

"Oh, yeah," he sighed and added a second digit to the first. "You're a really nasty, nasty bad girl."

"Did you hear that, Margie?"

"Huh?" Margie replied dreamily, as she pulled her mouth reluctantly from Ritchie's mouth.

"He said I'm a really nasty girl. Really N.A.S.T.Y!"

Maggie giggled and turned to face her partner. "Oh, that's so cool. Richie, am I nasty too?"

He laughed and said, "You're the perfect slut. Is that nasty enough?"

"Oh, you!" she yelped happily and promptly fished his thick cock from his jeans and took him into her mouth, sucking and licking vociferously.

Manny and Paula pulled into the driveway on a motor scooter and walked into Donny's apartment without bothering to knock or ring the bell. "Started without us, huh?" Paula shouted and laughed lewdly.

Margie removed Richie's penis from between her lips and called out, "Hi, Paula, right?"

"Right, hey, gimme a kiss so I can say I sucked Richie's cock by proxy."

Both Richie and Margie laughed and a moment later, Margie was extending her arms out to embrace the slightly older woman.

Ellie sat back, greeting the new arrivals with a bright smile, but said nothing as she apprised Paula, whom she felt might be a rival for Donny's affections. Ellie took in Paula's long, slim legs, found her to be about the same height as Margie, which meant she was at least an inch or so taller than herself. Paula's hair was casually messy; a process Ellie knew took time to achieve. Her hair was dishwater blonde, her breasts without benefit of a bra jiggled slightly as she moved into Margie's arms and tongued the young girl's mouth.

Ellie wanted her immediately, and was delighted that Donny had brought them all together. Manny sat down in the only vacant chair remaining in the room and watched the others getting acquainted, knowing he would have his fill sooner or later. He reached into his vest pocket and removed a small package of marijuana and rolled himself a joint.

Ellie found herself on her back and nude from the waist down with Donny between her legs. Now how did that? she thought, momentarily pondering the loss of her lower clothing. The aroma of sex was already thick in the room. Then she realized Donny's head was resting on her sweaty stomach.

The kiss between the two women ended and Margie shrieked coarsely, and Paula's eyes lit up as Richie made his hardon twitch before their eyes. "Why don't you both suck me?" he inquired, his smile revealing his flashy teeth.

"Really?" Margie blurted, excited at the thought.

"You're on," yipped Paula, who took the tip of his erection between her teeth, while handing his balls to Margie. ________________________________________

Mrs. Jones came to a red light and slammed her palm into the steering wheel.

"Damn it to hell, where did they go?" she screeched in frustration.

Mavis knew they had not come this far and that at some point they had turned off, but where? That was the question. She sat there fuming, until the car behind her honked his horn. Galvanized into action, she turned into a 7-11 and when traffic allowed, headed back the way she had come.

She fought off the panic that threatened to overwhelm her. "I've got to get them out of there before its too late," she said aloud. "They're only kids. My God, Ellie, what have you gone and done?"

Mavis turned left at the next major intersection. She had decided to drive several blocks in each direction in hopes of spotting the mustang convertible. Four blocks later, she made a U-turn and reversed direction. Passing the intersection, she drove another four blocks but saw nothing close to Donny's convertible. She made a left, and a block later made another left then proceeded eight blocks before making a right, going one block and repeating the eight block search.

Ellie's mother was sweating profusely; her eyes began to ache as she combed the driveways and streets for the elusive convertible. 'Maybe they're still driving, ' she thought, and then gripped the wheel even tighter. "And maybe they've started their little orgy," she thought as she ground her teeth so hard it became painful. She came to the eighth corner and turned, eyes focused more on her search than actual driving. ________________________________________

Richie twitched when Paula's tongue grazed gossamer-like over his velvet tip. He moaned when her lips applied their pressure to his cockhead at the same time Margie tickled his balls.

Donny was lapping away at Ellie's crotch and she was already moaning deliriously, having anticipated a number of orgasms on her way to the party.

Manny took another long hit on his joint and put it down in the ashtray next to his chair. He had been watching the others and decided to join Donny and Ellie. He staggered as he made his way over to the couch where they lay, causing him to take a silent oath not to drink so many beers before partying the next time.

"Oh, yeah ... suck it ... suck it, baby!" Richie moaned.

Paula bathed his shaft with her tongue, and then sank her lips lower and lower on his hardness before moving back up his cock and licking the tip. "Margie? That your name?" she asked the teen beside her.

"Yeah, I'm Margie."

"Have a suck on him. We'll blow him and his mind," she cackled lewdly.

Margie was still laughing at Paula's comment as she took Richie's thick cock into her mouth and tried to deep throat him. She managed half of his length before gagging and relinquishing his cock to Paula, who promptly did what Margie could only hope to do in the future.

Richie had an ecstatic expression on his face as he reached out to maul Margie's perky tits.

Paula deftly slid his penis in and out of her throat. She knew he wouldn't last long, for she began to taste his precum as it oozed from the eye of his cockhead.

Wanting to be generous to Margie, an obvious neophyte to orgies, she handed him back to her, saying, "Suck it hard and fast. He's ready to cum!"

Margie readily accepted Richie's boner and almost immediately felt his thighs tense. A moment later, the cock twitched in her mouth and he began to spasm.

"Ugh! Yeah ... here it cums!" he gasped.

An overpoweringly thick jet of semen discharged from his prick, filling her mouth. Margie tried tightening her mouth around his shaft, not wanting to let any of the creamy fluid escape before she swallowed it.

He grunted again and a second rope sent more than Margie imagined possible into her throat, forcing her to relax her lips around him in order to gulp down the bountiful amount of cum he'd given her.

Paula, caressing his balls, used her free hand to grab Margie by the hair and pry her mouth away from the glorious cock she was sucking.

"Kiss me," Paula moaned. "Share him with me."

Margie thought that was the most erotic suggestion she'd ever heard and did exactly that, depositing most of the sperm from her mouth to Paula's.

Margie climaxed the second Paula's tongue entered her mouth to return some of the sperm back to her. Manny stood over the couple on the couch watching as Ellie humped her pelvis up at Donny's questing tongue. 

A moment or two later he took his semi-hard penis from his jeans and smiled evilly as Ellie's hand came up and wrapped her fingers around him and slowly brought it to her mouth.

He glanced at Donny's face, but Donny was totally absorbed in Ellie's cunt.

After hesitating a moment, Manny asked, "You, um, okay with this, Dude?"

Donny glance up at him through lust filled eyes and grinned. Barely taking his mouth from Ellie's snatch, he answered, "Be my guest, Dude."

Knowing Donny to be prone to moments of violent acts, especially when provoked, he asked again.

"You sure you're okay with this, man?"

Donny nodded his approval and Manny fed his still rising cock to Ellie's hungry mouth.

After the first minute of Ellie's superb blowjob, Manny's knees weakened and he had to support himself by kneeling on the couch. 

Donny obligingly shifted his body to make more room for him and Manny smiled, knowing that he and Donny would be double fucking this hot little bitch before long.

Ellie felt the climax rushing in upon her. Manny's cock flopped from her mouth and slapped her face twice before she grabbed it and gave it a heartfelt squeeze.

"Damn, you gotta sweet pussy, girl," Donny whispered. Ellie grew more excited at the sound of his dirty talk.

"Fuck me, Donny! Fuck me hard," Ellie moaned. It felt good to talk dirty back to him. He must have liked it too, because he pushed himself up, grabbed his erection and stuck in into her hot little furnace. Never pausing, but pumping furiously from the first stroke.

She came the second time his cock ground down against her swollen clit. It was an orgasmic tsunami that seized control of her nervous system and shook her until she passed out briefly.

Donny continued fucking her, burying his face in her neck, as he pumped himself into exhaustion and finally spewed his load into her unprotected vagina.

Ellie emerged from her momentary blackout; and feeling the tremendous effects of her climax, screamed aloud.

Satiated, Donny rolled off of her and fell to his knees on the floor.

"Finish her off," he sighed, and Manny mounted the semi-conscious teen.

With each slow thrust of Manny's prick, semen from her last partner squished from her cunt. Ellie was infused with lust and happily wrapped her legs around Manny's waist, fucking him harder than he was her.

He didn't last long, but to Ellie, the flow of semen from his throbbing prick was so long, so intense, that she was preoccupied in thinking he was pissing into her rather than coming inside her.

Consequently, Ellie was the only one in the house who failed to hear the heavy pounding on the door and the woman's voice screaming, "Let me in, you bastards, let me in!"

Paula sat up, the self-satisfied grin on her face faded away. "Who the hell is that?" she asked, it came out a mumble for her mouth was full of Richie's cum.

The yelling and pounding on the door continued, but Paula ignored it to lean toward Margie, who opened her mouth to receive the pearly white string of jizm hanging from the older girl's tongue.

Donny shook his head trying to figure out who else he might have invited to the little orgy and went to the front door and opened it, naked, only to stumble backwards as Mrs. Jones stormed into the house.

Eyes wide and nostrils flaring, Mavis took in the scene before her. Margie appeared to be kissing another woman and was that ... it couldn't be, she told herself, then looked for Ellie. She saw her daughter lying nude on the couch. A man's cock pressed against her cheek. It was not erect, and for a split second Mavis took it as a sign that she had arrived in time. Then reality sank in and she knew that Ellie had already done the deed with the man on the couch with her.

Donny turned around and took a step in Mavis' direction, but thought better of it. This is an outraged mother, he told himself. She told me to leave her daughter alone. She can make major trouble for me.

"Ellie!" Mavis said loudly, but with calmness she didn't expect to have under the circumstances. "Mom!" Ellie screeched and attempted to cover her nudity.

"Get dressed! Margie, get dressed. We're leaving. We're leaving right now!"

Ellie scrambled to locate her clothing. Donny found an item or two, and tossed them to the young girl.

Margie sat on the floor, seemingly confused and not attempting to cover her body.

"C'mon, Margie, get dressed," Mavis said again. Ellie was almost decent, but Margie reached for Richie's cock. He slapped her hand away, for he was uncertain as to Margie's actual age and wanted no part of being involved with a possible underage teen.

"Better get dressed, doll," he said, and began to pull on a pair of jeans only to recoil when he realized they belonged to Manny.

Mavis faced Donny, and said, "I told you to leave my daughter alone. I have every right to have you all arrested." She was bluffing and hoping they wouldn't call her on it.

Donny paled, even though he knew Ellie was of legal age. There might be some law... he thought and awaited the rest of her verbal barrage.




Introduction to Sex Ch. 03



"I don't want my daughter's reputation ruined, but if you ... if any of you, get within 50 feet of her again, I'll use the political connections I have in this town. Things will get very difficult for you. And I mean all of you!"

"Don't worry, Mrs. Jones," Donny said, finally finding his voice, "I won't ... we won't. Right, guys?"

"Um, right," Manny whispered, still stunned at the entrance of Ellie's mother. Richie didn't seem to care one way or the other, his philosophy being, 'In for a penny, in for a pound.'

"I'm not going, Mrs. Jones. I'm eighteen and can do what I want. And I want to suck this guy's cock!" That said she took Richie's cock back into her mouth.

Paula surprised by Margie's response to parental authority, laughed and gave Margie a friendly swat on her rear end as she recalled her own rebellion several years earlier.

Mavis, her hair a mess, took Ellie by the arm and gave Margie a last disdainful look and herded her daughter out the front door and into her car. ________________________________________

On returning home, Ellie was sent to her room and told she was grounded for a month. Her mother would drive her to school and pick her up. If this were not possible, other arrangements would be made. Ellie accepted this at first, but when her mother failed to mention Margie's actions to her mother; she began to brood, thinking the punishment unfair.

She broached the subject to her mother and was told that Margie's parents were responsible for her actions, not her.

"So she goes unpunished and I'm grounded?"

"That's right, Ellie. You're grounded. Want to try for two months?"

Ellie spun on her heel and skulked off to her room.

Mavis sighed and resumed her household chores. Of course Ellie and Margie conversed; emailing one another when phone conversation was not considered safe. So Ellie knew that the orgy had resumed, and that Margie had had all three men in her body at one time and that she and Paula had done the nasty with each other, while Manny jerked off over them, finally coming in her hair.

But what drove Ellie to distraction was the fact that they were going to get together again that weekend. Margie's parents were leaving town and she had lied and said she was having a weekend sleepover with a girl from school.

"Didn't they ask you about me?" Ellie protested, feeling left out of the most important time of her life.

"Of course they did. I told them you were grounded for fucking up the kitchen. They bought it, the sillies."

"So, like you're gonna do it with all of them again?"

"Sure, why not? I like them, and they sure can fuck."

Ellie hung up a few minutes later and had a good cry. She didn't sleep that night, but began to formulate a plan.

The first plan didn't work. She had thought to ingratiate herself with her mother by helping out around the house. While Mavis welcomed Ellie's volunteering to help, she was well aware that her daughter was up to something. She had a reasonably good idea what it was, and so when Ellie broached the subject she was met with a prompt, sarcastic refusal.

Ellie tried several other means of preempting the month long grounding, but Mavis stood firm. The weekend came and went. And when Margie regaled her with her adventures of the weekend, Ellie resolved to run away. ________________________________________

Ellie knew enough to bide her time, and waited until her mother left the house to go the drugstore to pick up some Tampon's for Ellie.

The young woman, went into high gear and threw what she considered to be her essentials into a small suitcase and dumped her cosmetics and some frilly undies into a cloth shopping bag, and left the house, fighting the compulsion to run.

She got lucky and caught a ride with an older couple who took her to the outskirts of Rocky Mount, a city about 100 miles from home. Enroute they told her that she reminded them of their own daughter who had died of a drug overdose in the '80s.

Ellie assured them that she had never done drugs and that she never would. They accepted her at her word and wished her well. The woman pressed a twenty dollar bill into her hand as they said their goodbyes.

Ellie counted her money and realized that she only had fifty-eight dollars to her name. 'I need to get a job, ' she thought, and was puzzling over what type work she could do when a black Audi pulled off the road and, as the window was lowered, a hand beckoned her to approach the Audi. Not totally naive, Ellie moved to the car, but was ready to run at the slightest sign of danger.

"Need a lift?" A handsome black male, perhaps in his mid-twenties asked.

"Maybe," Ellie answered.

"Hey, yes or no!"

"Yes," she blurted, throwing caution to the wind.

"Get in," he said. "Toss your baggage in the back."

She did, and then hopped in the front seat, admiring the leather seats and the black man at the wheel.

"My name's Jared," he said, and smiled.

Ellie felt herself begin to melt. This guy is handsome with a capital H, she thought. Wait until I tell Margie. And then it occurred to her that she might not be conversing with her friend Margie for quite a while.

Jared took the Audi through its paces, hoping to impress the young girl beside him. It worked. 

They were past the city and out on the open road before Ellie realized that her destination, at least her initial destination was miles behind. She giggled, as Jared made easy conversation, actually telling her nothing about himself while extracting all sorts of information from the guileless teen.

Finally, Jared said, "So, Ellie, are you hungry?"

"Famished," she laughed, and the thought of sucking his cock flashed across her mind.

"Well I've got a picnic basket in the trunk. There's a great spot about a mile ahead. Care to join me?"

"Of course, I'll join you," she replied and giggled again.

"What?" he said, glancing at her; letting his eyes run over her body.

"Like, did I have a choice?" Ellie chirped happily. "It's your car. You stop and start whenever you want, right?"

"I'm in charge, right," he said. "But all the same, it is a great spot for a picnic. There's a waterfall," he added, and noted her excited expression.

"Really?"

"Really," he said and took a turnoff a few seconds later.

He hadn't lied to her. Ellie couldn't believe how beautiful the view was. The waterfall, while not anywhere near the size of Niagara Falls, was a joy to behold, and the lake it poured into was certainly inviting enough.

Jared opened the trunk and produced a picnic basket with ham and cheese sandwiches, some peanuts and a bottle of wine. He carried them to a grassy slope a few yards from the shoreline of the lake. There was no sign of anyone else.

"We've got the place to ourselves," he said, a wide smile on his face.

"That's the best way, isn't it?"

"I guess," he replied not wanting to alarm her. Chidingly, Ellie said, "Bet you forgot the bottle opener."

"Hah!" he said, and reaching under a napkin, he took out a corkscrew and began opening the chilled bottle of white wine.

"Are you old enough to drink alcohol?" he asked, teasing her in turn.

"Sure," she said a bit too quickly, and he knew immediately that she was not yet twenty-one.

They ate and drank, making almost idle conversation, then Jared sighed, and said; "Let's see how cold the water is."

He removed his shirt, kicked off his shoes, loosened his belt, and let his shorts fall to the ground. He wore a pair of skivvies.

"You're not shy, are you?" Ellie said, pausing before removing any of her clothing.

"Nope," he replied. "Are you?"

"We'll see. Tell me, how cold is the water?"

Jared waded into the water and stopped short of diving in. "Not too bad," he told her. "Are you coming, or are you chicken?"

"Am I chicken?" Ellie laughed. "That's so passé."

"Well, are you passé then?" He smiled as he spoke, and she felt herself heating up, wanting him.

Ellie began to unbutton her blouse. He probably has a huge dick, she thought. And chocolate, I love chocolate. Well, we'll soon see, won't we? Jared licked his lips as Ellie's breasts came into view.

"Very nice tits," he said.

"Thank you," she replied as she cupped them and flicked each nipple with her thumbs.

"C'mon in," he said and she saw his bulge starting to swell.

"Why don't you lose the shorts before you pop out of them?" she said with a nervous laugh.

"You first," he answered but began to lower his skivvies as he spoke.

Ellie stood there for a long moment, savoring the cool breeze on her naked chest. Her nipples hardened as her thumbs hooked into the sides of her panties.

They watched one another as they lowered their last remaining garments. Jared's erection sprang out into view and slapped against his stomach.

"Damn it, Ellie, you're something else," he croaked.

"You're hung like a horse," she countered, recalling Donny, Manny and Ritchie's penises and how they measured up against Jared's.

"Fuck this water's cold," he said after a moment of quiet between them. "I'm getting out."

He strode purposefully out of the water and took her hand and led Ellie to the blanket.

Jared pulled her to him and kissed her mouth and after a moment kissed her ears and then the hollow of her neck. Ellie moaned, and guided his mouth to a turgid nipple. As he sucked on each bud in turn, they slowly sank down to the blanket. Eventually, he began kissing her pussy.

Ellie spread herself as wide as possible so as to open herself to his questing mouth and tongue. She lost control and began to writhe under him the second he sent two fingers into her hole.

"Don't you dare stop!" she gasped.

Jared had no intention of stopping. As far as he was concerned he was just beginning.

"I'm not gonna stop, girl, that's a promise," he said, and then rubbed his oozing cockhead against her swollen labia.

Ellie thrust her hips towards him, felt the head pop into her pussy and in an instant they were rutting like animals in the wilderness.

Ellie, hot and approaching an orgasm, croaked, "Yeah, yeah! Give it to me!"

Jared's cock seemed to swell in size, and he groaned loudly. Ellie felt his cum sloshing against the walls of her vagina and started her own climax.

Later as they lay side by side on the blanket, he fed her some chicken and wiped her mouth with his little finger.

"Tell me the truth, Ellie, how old are you?"

"Eighteen," she replied, looking into his deep brown eyes.

"But you're a runaway, right?"

"Hey!" she cried out. "What the fuck! I just fucked you and now you're a judge and jury?"

"No, no!" Jared said, hoping to calm her down. The last thing he wanted was a white teenager crying rape on him.

"Then what the fuck is the matter?" she said, and began crying.

"Well, in case you hadn't noticed, I'm Black."

"So?"

"People tend to take out their hatred and frustrations on Blacks," he told her matter-of-factly.

"I'm not prejudiced," Ellie said, wiping her tears away.

"I know that, Ellie, but other people don't. Besides, I'm concerned about you. So tell me, why the fuck have you runaway? Did your father molest you?"

"No... nothing like that!" she said fiercely. "My mother... her rules were to... to stringent. I wanted to date this guy... she didn't let me. "Oh, I don't want to talk about it. And I'm not going back to that... that prison!"

"All right," Jared said. "So tell me, like where do you plan on sleeping tonight?"

"I don't know. I'll ... I'll think about it later on."

"Now that's silly. Think about it now."

"No, now I want to fuck you silly."

She laid her head on his chest and lazily began sucking on his left nipple. After he had groaned and sprang erect, Ellie knelt across him and lightly kissed her way across his stomach to his curly pubic hair.

"Ellie!"

"Shhh!" she murmured, "Want to know something?"

"Mmmm?"

"At first I thought your dick was gonna taste like chocolate. Isn't that crazy?"

"You mean it didn't?"

She giggled in spite of herself, and said, "Oh, you!"

Then her youthful mouth enveloped him, licking and sucking him until he was cleansed. Jared's erection renewed itself as Ellie nursed on him like a baby on a pacifier. And as Jared grew to his fullest, she bobbed her head back and forth; pumping her hands along the shaft with a twisting, spiral motion, occasionally taking nearly all of his lengthy manhood into her throat.

Jared caressed Ellie's hair as she worked. After some minutes had gone by, Ellie moaned and gasped, "Put it in me, man. Do me good!"

Jared positioned her on her hands and knees and, holding her left hip with his hand, he used the other to rub his cock over her juicy labia, causing her to groan and beg him to put it in her. 

Placing both hands on her hips, he permitted his cock to find her cunthole and entered her. He was amazed at how silky smooth her pussy was, and how easily they fell into a rocking rhythm. 

Almost from the first stroke, Ellie was lunging back to meet his every thrust, her head hung down and her pussy started to spasm. Jared stood behind her, pumping away and wondering just what he was hitting inside her from that position. 

Whatever it was, it was driving her wild.

Feeling himself tiring, Jared left his cock buried inside Ellie, holding it there while he leaned forward and reached under her to caress and tease her breasts and nipples.

"Rub my clit!" she groaned.

"You do it, baby, get yourself off," Jared teased.

"Can't ... I'll fall over. I don't want to lose your cock. Please ... rub it for me?"

Her clit was easy enough to access, protruding out of its usual hiding place in an overly excited state. He rubbed it gently at first, tracing circles around it, purposefully not touching it.

Ellie began to huff and he gave her several short thrusts of his cock. "God, you don't know how good that feels!" she squealed happily.

Jared laughed, and then brought a hand to his mouth and spit on it. Still teasing her clit with one hand, he sent the other in quest of her asshole, and finding it, applied a light pressure to it until her sphincter relaxed and his thumb popped inside.

"OH, YEAH!" she shrieked happily. "I love it!"

Making sure that his thumb was firmly lodged in her rectum, Jared abandoned her clit and gripped her by the waist with his free hand and began to pump hard and fast into her juicy cunt.

"Oh, Jesus!"

He wriggled his thumb and pumped harder.

"I'm ... I'm ... oh!

"Cum for me!" Jared yelled, yanking his thumb out of her ass and grabbing her hips with both hands and slammed deep into her, and with a loud groan, released his sperm into her cervix.

To his credit, Jared realized that Ellie had yet to cum, and he leaned forward to tug at her nipples.

Ellie grunted, trying to hurry her climax.

With his cock still inside her, Jared sent the fingers of his right hand down to her center and found her pleasure button. Ellie clamped down on his rapidly deflating penis, causing him to slam it back and forth a few times finally bringing her to a smashing orgasm.

He lay on her back and she eventually sank down so that she was laying flat on the blanket with Jared still on top of her. Then Ellie started moving her hips again indicating that she wanted to continue. Jared was more than willing and, after working her thighs further apart, and changing the angle at which his erection entered her, he fucked her to another climax.

"You're the best," he told her.

"You too," she sighed, thoroughly satiated, and pleased with her new-found lover.

Ellie lay back with her head in the crook of his arm, looking into his eyes.

Jared felt himself starting to rise once more, but glanced at his wristwatch, and groaned as he disengaged himself from Ellie's arms.

"What is it?" she said, obviously startled.

"The time!" he said nervously. "Look at the fucking time!"

She did, and said, "So, it's six-thirty?"

"My wife will kill me!" Jared explained lamely.

"Your wife? You mean you're married?"

"Yeah, sure, I'm married."

"You never..." she began then realized she had never asked.

"So, stay awhile longer. We can do it again," she said hopefully.

"I can't, Ellie. You don't understand..."

"I understand that you're married, probably have a couple of kids..."

"Two boys, actually," he said completing her question.

"Where can I drop you, Ellie?"

"Where? Gee, I don't know. I don't even know the name of this town."

"Got any money?" he asked, fishing for his wallet.

"A couple dollars," she answered, not willing to reveal just how much she had with her, fearing that he might take it from her.

"Here," he said, handing her twenty-five dollars, which was all he had on him.

"Get a motel room. There's one a mile or so down the road. They charge $19.95 a night. It's a flea-bag, mostly used by couples wanting a quick roll in the sack, you know?"

Ellie digested this information while at the same time coming to the realization that her time with Jared was coming to an end.

"Don't leave me!" she pleaded, holding back the tears that wanted to fall.

"I got to, Ellie. I may fuck around, but I do love my wife.

He thought for a minute, and then said, "Tell you what. I'll take you to the motel and register you. If you tried it yourself they might ask embarrassing questions, maybe take you for a hooker and call the cops."

She knew he was right. By now her mother would have told the police that Donny or one of the others had kidnapped her just to have them put out an all points bulletin on her. 

Dejectedly, she got into the car and kept her head down, staring at her feet while Jared tossed the blanket and several other items into his truck.

He pulled into the motel's parking lot a few minutes later and turned off the engine.

"Better gimme back that twenty, Ellie. I need to pay the man."

With a forlorn expression on her pretty face, Ellie dug into a pocket and produced the twenty and gave it back to him.

Jared got out of the car without looking at her, and went inside to register as a couple intending to spend the night. He returned moments later, "There's a diner a half mile in that direction," he said, pointing to his left. "Be sure to get something to eat."

"Will you pick me up tomorrow?" Ellie asked hopefully, only to have her momentary dream crushed when he shook his head.

"We're history, Ellie."

"What'll I do?" she asked as she started to cry.

"You can always go home."

"I can't do that," she sobbed.

"I don't know what to tell you. But you be careful. There are lots of girls that run away and wind up in deep trouble. Try not to be one of them, Ellie."

He opened the car door and helped her out, making sure she took her suitcase and other items that she had had when he picked her up. Then, placing the key to the motel room in her palm, he turned and walked back to his car and started the engine.

He didn't hear Ellie's soft "Goodbye, Jared," as he pulled away from the motel and headed home, already thinking of an excuse to explain his tardiness.



Introduction to Sex Ch. 04



Ellie woke up after a night of tossing and turning, of thinking of her old bedroom and the comforts it offered. She began to cry; partly blaming her mother for driving her away; yet knowing it was her own choice in seeking the freedom to do as she wanted.

"Well, I'm on my own now, for sure," she said aloud as she wiped her tears away.

After counting her money, Ellie realized that she would have to get a job in order to have a place to stay and food to eat. Knowing she had to vacate the motel room by eleven that morning, she showered, dressed and headed for the diner Jared had recommended the day before. She took note that Interstate 40 was several blocks from the diner, and that she was now in a town called Cary.

She entered the diner and found a booth away from any of the customers and filled her stomach with pancakes and bacon. She chatted briefly with the waitress, a girl not much older than herself, then left the diner and wandered into a nearby park, sat down on a grassy hillock to figure out what to do next. It wasn't long before she realized that teenagers without homes have few options. 

'I have to do whatever is necessary to get by, ' she told herself, and began to cry once more. 

Around two in the afternoon, she left the park and determined to explore the town of Cary.

One of the first things she found was that Cary was cleaner than any town she had ever been to before. Another thing that shook her to the core was the number of police cars patrolling the streets. None stopped to question her, but from the corner of her eye she saw them looking at her and shivered.

Finding a shopping mall, Ellie took refuge in it, feeling she could lose herself among the many shops and customers. She was right, discovering that she blended in with all the women and teenagers already trolling the shops for bargains and items that were far from bargains.

To kill time until dark, Ellie took in a movie and saw it twice. It was getting dark when she wandered from the mall, and began walking along the less traveled streets. When hunger pangs could no longer be put off, she ventured into a greasy café and ordered a hamburger and French fries.

After taking a bite of the burger, Ellie felt someone watching her. She used the window beside her to good advantage and in its reflection saw that a young woman was watching her as she ate. Ellie decided to ignore her, and finished her meal. But when she stepped outside she found the woman was waiting for her.

"Hi," the woman said in greeting.

"Hi," Ellie replied, but refrained from saying anything else.

"I haven't seen you around," the woman said.

Ellie studied the woman. She really wasn't that old. She wore a little too much makeup. Her clothing was tight, giving her a sexy look.

"I'm Vivian, but most call me Viv."

Ellie nodded that she had heard, but said nothing.

"Not going to tell me your name, huh?" Viv said sardonically. "I don't blame you. Shouldn't talk to strangers ... my own mother told me that. She was wrong about that as well as a lotta other things. But suit yourself. Let's see if I'm right. You're on the run. You have some dough, not too much, and you're looking for a job."

"So?" Ellie replied defiantly, "What of it?"

"I knew it!" Viv said gleefully. "I just knew it!"

Ellie turned away and began to walk, only to find that Viv had settled in beside her.

"What do you want?" Ellie said, prepared to fight if necessary.

Viv recognized this and sought to calm her fears. "Wait a minute, girl. I'm trying to help you out, you being on the run and all."

"I'll say it again, what do you want?"

"Like I said, I want to help a girl in distress."

"I'm not in distress, ' Ellie replied hotly.

"Them cops come around the corner and see us hollering at one another you'll have plenty of distress, honey."

"What cops?" Ellie said, suddenly quailing before the woman.

"Didn't see the sneaky bastards, did you?"

"No, I..."

"They'll be coming around the corner in a second, so let's start walking like we're girl friends, okay?"

Ellie fell in beside the woman and sure enough, a squad car drifted by them moments later, hardly giving them a glance.

"Thanks, I guess," Ellie said, glancing at the woman.

"Viv, call me Viv," the woman said with a generous smile.

"Ellie," Ellie admitted with a shrug of her shoulders.

"Ellie, huh? Well, Ellie, us girls got to help one another. It's a tough world out there."

They wandered into the park Ellie had spent some time in earlier. "Aren't you afraid of being in the park after dark?" Ellie asked Viv.

"I make my money here," Viv said easily. "This place has been very good to me."

"I don't understand."

"This is where the john's come. The cops can't drive in here, and they're too damned lazy to walk. I suspect they're probably afraid to walk in without a support team right behind them."

"John's?"

"I'm a hooker, Ellie, plain and simple. Man comes by, I offer to suck him, fuck him, or whatever else the man might have in mind. As long as he has the money to pay for my services, I'll do him and then we go our separate ways."

Ellie took a step back, and then smiled. Getting laid was fun enough. Getting paid for it sounded great to her young ears.

"Can I make enough to afford a place to live?"

"Sure, and you can move in with me until you have enough to go out on your own. I mean to get your own place. We could work as a team, maybe offering some john's a two for one deal."

"Oh... " Ellie gulped.

Thinking that she had frightened Ellie, Vivian quickly added, "What I mean is, once you get into the trade it won't seem that bad. After a while, you'll have done everything there is to do sexually. I really mean that."

"I thought I'd get a regular job, you know, waitressing, or something."

"Kiddo, you're not making any real dough waitressing. Plus before they hire you they want phone numbers and an address, work experience and references, and education. Got any of that stuff?"

"No ... no, I don't."

"Maybe you see my point then. Why, you can't even cash a check if someone paid you."

"Then it's hopeless..." Ellie said and began to cry.

Taking the teen into her arms and embracing her, Vivian soothingly whispered to her. "Work with me. Everything will turn out just fine."

"I guess..." Ellie sniffled.

"All right then," Vivian said, as if the matter was settled. "A john will be coming along soon; it's just dark enough for them to feel safe."

"Viv, is it difficult finding these men?"

"Hell, no! They come here looking for it."

"Would they want someone like me? You know – someone on the run?"

"You're a sure thing, Ellie. You ain't a virgin, are you?"

Ellie giggled, "Not hardly."

"Good. Tell you what. When the first john strolls by here, you hide behind the bushes there. You watch how I handle him. Most are all the same. They say something like, "Hello," you smile at them. They ask how much ... usually they want a blowjob, or whatever. You just tell then the price."

"What do you charge them?" Ellie inquired.

"Whatever you can get. For instance, you say fifty for a blowjob. If they haggle with you, you might come down to twenty-five. Getting laid is something else. I charge a hundred for that, more if the guy looks like he can afford it. One time I got three hundred from a john."

"Wow!" Ellie exclaimed. "That's big money."

"I want you to understand something, Ellie. I'm setting you up and all, so I think I should get some of your earnings."

"How much?" Ellie asked, warily.

"Fifteen percent, and that's not all that much for teaching you the tricks of the trade and keeping you out of trouble."

"Sounds good to me," Ellie said, and the two shook hands.

"What do I do?"

"Nothing, just watch me and how I handle them. You can see good from behind that bush over there," Viv said, and pointed to a spot behind them.

Ellie went to the spot indicated by Vivian and promptly told her: "I can't see shit from here."

"I won't be standing out here when I take on the john. I'll be..." and she took five steps toward Ellie, then turned in the opposite direction so that she too was hidden from view of any stray passersby. "... right here!"

Ellie began to understand what was about to happen. Viv would meet her john and after agreeing to have sex, they would hide in the bushes just as she was doing.

"Hush, I think someone's coming this way!"

Ellie went into a crouch trying to make herself less conspicuous, and Vivian stepped out into the pathway they had just left.

"Hello. Nice night for a stroll isn't it?" she said, trying to sound as innocent as possible.

The man was in his fifties and extremely nervous. "Yeah ... hello yourself."

Viv approached the man, until she was standing right next to him. He couldn't help but see the swell of her breasts as they lolled happily in the peasant blouse she wore to entice her customers.

"I ... I've got fifty bucks," he said nervously. 

"What'll that get me?"

"How does a blowjob sound?"

He laughed, although still nervous. "Um, where? Not right here where anyone could come by and see us."

Taking him by the arm, Viv gently led him into the area she had told Ellie she would.

"Here, now. Look around, sweetie. Is this good enough?" And without asking, Viv got down on her knees and began to unzip the man's fly.

After his cock was exposed, Viv said, "I'd like the fifty now, you don't mind."

"Oh, sure," he said, handing her several bills, which she counted, and then tucked away in a pocket with a zipper.

"I ... I've never done this before," he said, still very nervous.

"Relax, sweetie, I'll be very nice to you. Here, see?" That said, she took his penis into her mouth and laved him with her tongue. The man was small and still not fully erect. But Viv kept sucking him and gently rubbing his balls. Taking him from her mouth, she looked up at him, "Are you liking this?"

"God, yes!" he exclaimed.

From her hidden vantage point, Ellie could tell what was happening, but did not have a clear view. Still, it seemed easy enough, especially the way Viv had gotten him to pay her up front. 'Always get the money first, ' Ellie chided herself.

Within another minute the man had expended himself and was hurriedly zipping his fly.

"Did you enjoy it?" Viv inquired innocently.

"Oh, yes," he replied. "It was very good. I only wish my..."

"Wives tend not to do those things," Viv said kindly enough. "That's why I'm out here waiting almost every night for a fine gentleman like you to come along. Will I be seeing you again?"

"I think so," he answered. "Thank you, and good night."

And he vanished into the darkness.

"Ellie?"

Ellie sprang from her hiding place and Viv handed her five dollars.

"What's this for?" the teen asked.

"You give me 15%, I give you 10%. Not quite even, but I've got the experience. Later we may work out different terms, okay?"

"Okay," Ellie said staring at the easiest five dollars she'd ever earned.

"Now the next trick is all yours. Are you ready?"

"Um, yeah, I guess."

"No fucking around now. You're either ready or you're not."

"I'm ready, Viv. I'm ready. Fifty for a blowjob, right?"

"That's right. Now I'm going to make myself scarce. You stick around until a john shows. Got it?"

"Got it!" Ellie said although her knees were trembling.

Viv disappeared into the brush, and Ellie waited for a john to appear. As the minutes crept by without anyone coming down the path, Ellie felt herself growing wet with anticipation. Finally she heard someone approaching and tried to straighten her clothing by brushing it with downward swoops of her hands. Then, with the man almost abreast of her, Ellie remembered to greet him.

"Hello. Nice evening, isn't it?" she inquired.

The man, a rather young man, was caught off guard by her greeting and stepped back from her in alarm.

"I won't bite you," Ellie said, and then, unable to help herself, she giggled.

"I know you won't bite me," the young man said. "Are you ... are you by any chance, a working girl?"

While the term was unfamiliar to Ellie, she understood him and responded, "Yes, I am. What can I interest you in?"

"I'd like a ... a blo ... a blowjob," he stammered.

"I can help you there," Ellie said. "But it will cost you a hundred dollars."

"A Hun ... hundred dollars!' he exclaimed, seemingly shocked.

If the young man was shocked, Viv was stunned. 'She'll ruin everything!' she thought, and cursed herself for getting involved with a rank amateur.

"Yes, a hundred dollars," Ellie said, feeling a kind of power come over her. Instinctively, she knew he would pay her what she was demanding.

"Okay, okay, but you better be good."

"Have you taken a good look at me?" she asked.

"Err, yes, err, no!" he said, confused.

"Well, look at these," Ellie said, and lifted her sweater, revealing her pert breasts.

"Jesus!"

'Jesus, indeed, ' Vivian thought. 'The girl's a natural, ' she told herself, contradicting her earlier thought.

"Want to taste them?"

"Jesus, yes!" he gulped.

And, cupping her breasts with both hands, she moved closer to him, allowing him to suck first one nipple and then the other.

"Now," she said abruptly taking her breasts away from him, "the money, please."

The young man removed a wallet from his hip pocket and fished out five twenty dollar bills and shoved them into Ellie's hand. Putting the bills into the bottom of her shoe, she replaced the shoe, and knelt before him.

"I can't believe this is happening," the young man said.

"What's your name?" Ellie asked.

"Freddie," he answered.

"Well, Freddie, I'm gonna give you the best blowjob ever."

That said, Ellie took his rapidly rising cock in both hands and rubbed it as if trying to start a fire.

"Oh, God!"

Satisfied that he was fully erect she licked the precum from the tip and kissed her way down his shaft.

Freddie groaned.

Ellie had to reach into his trousers to find his testicles, then withdrew them into the open air and popped his cock from between his lips, announcing, "Now I'm gonna lick your balls, Freddie."

"Jesus Christ!" he exclaimed, and if Ellie had not been holding his manhood by the root as she lapped away at his balls, he would have cum then and there.

Releasing his balls, she sighed and whispered loud enough for Freddie to hear, "They're so sweet. I'll get back to them, I promise but I have to suck your big ole cock for a while."

"Oh, yeah, can you lick it?"

"Mmmm," and she did just that.

"Oh, oh, careful of the teeth!"

"Mmmm," and removing him from her mouth, Ellie apologized, "I'm sorry, it won't happen again."

"Sweet Jesus!" he groaned. "That's soooo fuckin' nice!"

Taking him from her mouth again, she bent her neck in order to lick his testicles as she had promised.

"No! No! Don't stop!"

"Whatever," she said, and took him back into her mouth and swirled her tongue over his swollen glands.

"You are great at this," Freddie admitted.

Holding him tightly, she took him out again and asked,"You're not just saying that, are you?"

"No, no! I mean, I've only had one before, and that was..." Freddie left the sentence dangling like his dick would have been had Ellie not had a tight grip on it.

"Some guy, huh?" she said, taking a guess.

"How'd you know that?" he asked, showing alarm about his secret being revealed.

"Don't worry about it. We all have to start somewhere," Ellie said soothingly. "But I'm better, huh?"

"A thousand times..."

"I'm glad," she purred.

"What ... What's your name?"

"Ellie," she replied without hesitation.

"L. E.?"

"No, Ellie, as in Ellen, or Eileen."

"Oh," he said, placing his hand on her head, wanting to help her to finish him off.

"Hey, you want me to bite?"

"No!"

"Don't go pushing my head. I'll only take as much as I want to, understand?"

"Yes, sorry," he said, removing his hand and placing it on her shoulder just to put it someplace.

When she resumed blowing him, Freddie groaned, 

"Oh! You're so warm around me. Can ... can I kiss you... after?"

"Mmmm," she replied.

"Oh, yes!" Freddie exclaimed, "Move up and down, yeah, like that."

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" And a moment later he was exploding into her mouth. Ellie swallowed some, but remembering his request for a kiss, saved some ... for him.

"Oh, Jesus, that was awesome!" he gasped, as his cock dropped from Ellie's ripe mouth.

"Still want that kiss?" she asked coquettishly.

"S ... sure," he said tentatively, pursing his lips.

'The little devil,' Vivian thought as she watched from her hiding place, knowing what Ellie was about to do.

Ellie brought her mouth to his and sent her tongue, liberally coated with his sperm, into his mouth, then sucked his tongue into her mouth.

Freddie never knew he was swallowing some of his semen, so lost was he in the throes of kissing this beautiful girl.

A few minutes later, Freddie, after promising to be back the following night with at least three hundred dollars, disappeared into the darkness.

Vivian wanted to provide a few more pointers to Ellie, but another 'client' happened along and she drew him into the bushes for a quick fuck.

When he left, the two women gave each other the agreed upon percentage from their respective 

'tricks'. Then Viv decided to call it a night, for she had information to impart to the young runaway about the do's and don'ts of fucking a John.

They went to an all night diner, and Viv had coffee and Danish; Ellie a vanilla shake. Viv complemented Ellie on her ability to size up the john's after only a few brief words with them. "But I'm telling you," she said, "there're johns and there's johns. Some are different as night is too day."

Dabbing at her lips with a napkin, Ellie said, 

"I don't understand."

"Some men are easy to read, like your Freddie. But I'm warning you, be careful of all of them. Some are predators, and dangerous to a working girl. You've heard about serial killers, right?"

Ellie's eyes widened as she nodded her head.

"I thought so," Viv said, also nodding. "It just so happens they like picking on us working girls; making us their victims."

"God!" Ellie gasped, shocked by the news.

"Yeah, better to be careful around them. All of them. That's why it's good to work together, like we did tonight. You know if someone tries something the other can come and help, or get help. Screaming is good. I've got a police whistle that I keep with me. I'll pick one up for you in the morning. Blow that and the police will come running. The pervert will take off, not wanting to risk having to explain himself to them."

"I had no idea," Ellie said, obviously shaken by Viv's information.

"Most johns are okay. Some are weird, but most are normal, if wanting a perfect stranger to blow you is normal."

Ellie giggled into her straw, obviously feeling better.

"Tell me something, Ellie. How did you know the john would pay you what you asked?"

"He was dressed in expensive clothes, spoke like a college guy, and smelled nice."

"I've had some like that wouldn't meet me halfway on price. I had to walk away."

"Really? It never occurred to me," Ellie told her.

"Maybe you were lucky, maybe not. Just keep what I told you in mind at all times."

"I will, and thanks Viv. So what kind of perv's have you met?"

"In this business, over time you'll meet all of them. There are guys who want to pee on you, or worse."

"Ewe!"

"Some want you to do it to them."

"You did this in the park?"

Vivian laughed a deep hearty laugh. "No, Most of the time I use a motel, or hotel room. It's really too cold out here in the winter, and then, the vice squad occasionally comes around and makes things uncomfortable for us hookers."

"Do you have a particular place you use? I ask 'cause I'd guess you'd get a good rate and all, using the place every day."




Introduction to Sex Ch. 04



"Good question. I have two places that I frequent. One I get half price."

"Wow!"

"No wow about it. It costs me a blowjob later on that evening. Still, it's worth it considering the money saved. Sometimes I even get the john to pay for the room. Then my 'friend' splits the cash with me after the john leaves."

"You think I should take Freddie to one of these rooms tomorrow?"

"Not a bad idea, Ellie; if he's paying three hundred, why not? You never know if he'll turn out to be a cash cow."

"A cash cow, gee, I never heard that one before."

"I should fill you in on the cops."

"What about them? I mean, they catch me doing it, I get arrested, right?"

"Not necessarily. See, if the john you're with is somebody important, they may let you both go. Or, they might take the john's money ... and yours too, for that matter. And before they let you go, you'll have to give them a freebie or two."

"That's it?"

"Oh, no, it's never that simple. They'll ask you questions; all kinds of questions. They do this to see if you know anything about any crimes committed recently, or to see if you know anyone they happen to be looking for. In other words, they try to make you an informer. Whatever you do, don't give up any information too easily. They won't believe you. Let them slap you around a little, or threaten you with serious time first."

Ellie didn't care for the part about getting slapped around at all, and said so.

"Its life, sweetie, think of the alternative - jail time."

"Oh, yeah," she said simply. "That is worse."

The two talked for another hour before calling it quits and left the diner. It was two in the morning, fairly early for hookers to knock off work.

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Ellie met Freddie the following night in the park, and sure enough, he had the money, handing it to her as soon as they met.

"I've never done it with a girl as pretty as you," he said right off.

Ellie flushed. She was not used to compliments from men. Usually she was gaga over them and so horny she couldn't wait to spread her legs. But Freddie was different; she found herself growing sweet on him. She was well aware that Vivian had stressed that she not get involved with her johns, but still, there was something about Freddie.

She brought him to the room Vivian recommended; she would blow the desk clerk afterward. That had already been established. She did not gouge Freddie for room money, thinking three hundred should entitle him to a warm bed. 

To her surprise, he was shy at first. She chided herself for not rubbing his dick and making him hot right away, but she was enjoying her time with him, wanting to prolong it as long as necessary. Part of her reasoning was that Viv would have her out walking the park as soon as she finished with him. The other reason, of course, was her liking him and wanting to have him return again, 'And,' she told herself, 'Viv can't bitch about that.'

They started off sitting in the only chair in the dingy hotel room, a rickety armchair. Ellie coaxed Freddie into a brief necking session, kissing him on the mouth, encouraging him until he sent his tongue out to meet hers.

"Touch me, Freddie," she cooed, and he ran a hand along her leg, up and down and Ellie found herself growing aroused.

'Hmmm, ' she thought, 'I think I'm liking this," and she began to work the zipper of his fly.

Once his reasonably sized cock came into view, Freddie suggested they get on the bed.

"Sure, baby," Ellie replied. "Want me to get on top?"

"Sure," he said, "you lead, I'll follow."

"Oh, you're so cute!" she giggled as she fitted a rubber on his weenie.

Settling down on him and drawing his dick into her recesses, she began to rock to and fro. Freddie came quickly, jetting a full load into the tight fitting rubber. Ellie took pains in removing the rubber from his limp dick. She had never used one before, and marveled at the amount of life-forming fluid contained in the skin-like sac.

Freddie started to put his underwear on, but Ellie touched his thigh and shook her head. "We're not finished lover boy," she said in a husky tone.

"I thought..." he began, but Ellie put a hand round his neck and pulled him to her and kissed him. They necked for almost thirty minutes, Ellie thoroughly enjoying every minute of it. Freddie couldn't have been happier and he was rock hard when her mouth closed over him; and as she blew him, he explored her finely toned body, ending up by fingering her pussy, already wet and receptive to his single digit entry.

Then, to Freddie's delight, Ellie began to buck against his finger.

"Are you gonna cum?" He asked, almost frightened at the prospect.

"Yeah..." she gasped, having taken his member from between her lips. "I'm gonna cum all right. Keep that up Freddie, just like that!"

Ellie couldn't believe it when instead of proceeding, he stopped.

"What ... Freddie!" she cried in way of complaining. But Freddie, highly inflamed by her words, picked Ellie up and brought her back to the armchair and bent her over the chair so her face was buried in the cushions, her behind up in the air. Freddie roughly pulled her legs apart, and Ellie offered no resistance as she was breathing heavily, turned on by his actions, and caught up wondering what he was up to. 

She found out soon enough, for Freddie started feeling her ass with one hand and her pussy with the other.

Ellie liked it and said a few encouraging words to that effect. He responded by slipping two fingers into her sodden snatch, while his other hand clutched at her ass and gave it the hardest squeeze she'd ever had. Several finger thrusts later, Ellie felt her orgasm building.

Freddie had no idea of the response he was extracting from his rented lover. So when he experimented with trying to send his thumb into her asshole and she went over the edge and screamed with pleasure, poor Freddie thought he'd done some type of damage to her cunt and stopped cold.

"No! No! Keep going!" she screamed even louder, thinking her climax was about to be taken from her.

Then his cock was pushing into her cunt, and with one thrust she cried out, "Yes! That's it! That's it!"

Each subsequent thrust forced her face deeper into the chair's cushion, muffling her cries and moans, sounds that mingled with that of his stomach slapping against her dampened flesh aroused Freddie all the more.

Ellie was into it in a big way, and looped her feet around his legs and bore down, shoving her ass back to meet his thrusts. They continued in this fashion until Ellie remembered how wonderful his finger had felt in her as. 

Twisting her head to one side, she called out to him, "Freddie, do my ass again ... you know, with your finger!"

Freddie had a way to go before he came a second time and so was happy to oblige her. He had never experienced anything like this and didn't know what was right or wrong. His fingers moved to her rectum and two of them pushed against her tight hole.

"One, Freddie! One finger!" she yelped, feeling the pain from his anal intrusion.

Glancing down, Freddie realized his mistake and pulled away, only to send his middle finger into her as she had asked. This time his finger slipped deep inside and Ellie had to stifle another scream of pleasure. Of course the sudden penetration of his finger hurt some, but the subsequent exhilaration far outweighed the minor discomfort.

"Now fuck me!" she cried out, and he began pounding away at her, his finger finding an accompanying rhythm that revived the swell of Ellie's orgasm. This was much deeper than the one she had experienced earlier.

"Freddie! I'm coming!"

Freddie doubled his efforts and within seconds her orgasm hit her so hard she was overwhelmed and appeared to blackout. Freddie slowed down but did not stop his thrusting. He did extract his finger from her ass and tendered it to her mouth, and like a baby accepting a mother's nipple, she took it between her lips and gave suck.

She laid there, her ass sticking up, face buried in the cushion, breathing hard. Freddie stared at her puckered asshole, now partly open, making it as erotic an invitation to an anal fuck as one could imagine. Reasoning that she wanted him in there, having demanded he stick his finger in, he took careful aim, centered his cock on the quivering pucker and sent it into her ass.

"Freddie, stop. It's hurting me," she yelled. And to his credit and her surprise, he halted.

Ellie felt sorry for him, he was the john, yet he'd gotten her off and here he was trying to cum and she was denying him. 'What the hell do I think I'm doing?'

"Fuck my pussy, Freddie," she cooed in her sexiest voice, "My pussy."

He was into cunt instantly, fucking her harder than ever. She started to cum on his fourth thrust and clutching his cock with her vaginal muscles, kept coming until after Freddie had emptied his balls into the rubber he had on.

When they had both calmed down and cleaned up. Ellie thought to ask him why he'd gone after her asshole.

"You ... you" he stammered, reverting to the shy young man he had been when they first met, "... told me to stick my finger in. I ... I thought you wanted it back there. I never... I'd never hurt you, Ellie, it seemed like you wanted it and I...."

"It's all right, Freddie. I forgive you. I was a bad girl asking you to finger me there. I don't know why I did it. I never have before. Maybe I'll let you do me back there someday. But I'll have to use a lot of lubrication first."

"You'd let me do you there ... after what just happened?"

"Sure, I'm a professional, but I'm new at it."

It occurred to her that her next trick might want her ass, and she changed her mind, thinking, 'If it's going to happen sooner or later, so why shouldn't he be the one to do it."

She studied him, an n innocent as far as she was concerned. She decided to let him have her ass if he wanted it.

"Freddie," she said, "you know, I copped your cherry, so this would only let you return the favor, see?"

She rummaged in her small purse, came out with a tube of KY Jelly and showed it to him. "When your wiener is up to it again, we'll try it okay?"

"I... I don't think we'll have time to do it tonight, Ellie," he said, and the expression on his face was so forlorn it made her want to cry.

"But, why?"

"I have to get back... I have obligations," he said, pulling out each word with the greatest reluctance.

"I don't understand?" Ellie said, caressing his flaccid member, hoping it would revive and prolong their time together.

"Ellie... I'm a priest," he blurted. "I shouldn't be with you... I'm committing a grave sin. I've taken a vow of chastity and, God forgive me, my being with you, while the happiest time of my life, and is a mortal sin in the eyes of God."

"You're a priest?" she gasped.

"But you're a john... priests don't walk into the park looking for a blowjob," she murmured, not fully comprehending the situation.

"I... I knew you girls were in the park. Several men came into the confessional and told me so. It preyed on my mind for months. Then yesterday I found myself walking into the park. I was looking for you."

"Freddie, I... I only began yesterday. You were my first... really, you were my first customer."

His brow furrowed, "Strange," he said, "very strange. I was your first, you say?"

"Please, Freddie, don't go away!"

"I have to go," he glanced at his watch. "I'm running late already. I have to say Mass in thirty minutes. Oh, God, how will I manage it?"

She took his face in her hands and kissed him on the lips as softly as she could manage. "You'll manage. Think of me while you're up on the altar."

"Think of you? Are you crazy? I'd be carrying the host to the parishioners sporting an erection. Everyone would know."

"No one will know anything, Freddie. Not unless you tell them. You being a priest, won't they all be looking up to you, and not at you? I mean, you set the example, right?"

"I suppose. But I can't ever come back to you, Ellie. It's impossible."

"You do what's best, Freddie. If you want me, I'll be in the park tomorrow at seven. Think about me," she said, teasing him, but not understanding why she was doing it. Think about my ass, and how inviting it is."

"Ellie!" he cried and sounded lost and forlorn. "Don't torment me that way!"

"Okay, then, its goodbye. Freddie, I want you to know that you weren't just a paying customer to me. I really like you, I mean it. I really, really like you." She kissed him again, and since he was now fully dressed, shoved him toward the door.

"See ya!" she called after him as he left to return to his parish. She took her time dressing, examining herself in the dresser mirror every step of the way. Imagine that, a priest. Wait 'til I tell Vivian that.

Ellie picked up her purse and got ready to leave, and as she closed the motel door, remembered she had a blowjob to bestow on the desk clerk.

A girl's work is never done; she thought, imagine that, I fucked a priest ... and got paid for it.

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Ellie's mother, Mavis Jones, was at her wit's end. A week had raced by since her daughter had run off. She had gone to the high school and questioned most of Ellie's classmates, including Margie on several occasions. She had badgered Margie's mother into eavesdropping on her daughter to see if Ellie was calling her after hours. None of this had proven beneficial.

The police offered little if any help, telling her there were thousands of runaways and since Ellie was eighteen there was little if anything they could do to force her back if they should find her. 

She tried the FBI and received much the same message, only they were more polite. That afternoon, Donny, the boy who had seduced Ellie and induced her into the orgy, knocked on her front door.

"Mrs. Jones," he had begun, and his eyes were full of concern that Mavis refrained from slamming the door in his face.

He may have heard from her, she thought as she ushered him into the living room. Wringing her hands in front of her, she turned to face Donny and asked, "Have you heard from her? Have you heard anything?"

He looked at her and saw the resemblance to Ellie. It was remarkable. This woman didn't look old enough to have had a teenager. Remembering why he was there, he grew embarrassed and blushed, then stared at his feet as he replied in a monotone, "No, ma'am, I haven't heard anything. Um, neither have any of the others."

On hearing the word "others' uttered, Mavis flashed back to the scene that had greeted her when the door to Donny's apartment had opened and she'd stepped inside.

Donny had opened the door in the nude. His semi-erect penis came to mind, and she glanced at his crotch. Donny was becoming excited by her closeness and resemblance to Ellie, who had been perhaps the best fuck of his life.

Ellie's girlfriend, Margie had just ended a kiss with another woman and if she had seen correctly, and she knew she had, there was sperm trickling from the corner of the teen's mouth. The two had been swapping the man's sperm ... Mavis thought back to her formative years in high school and the time she had swapped spit with Norman Banks in his backseat, while enjoying her introduction to French kissing. But sperm ... it was disgusting!

And that had only been a fleeting glance, for Mavis was searching the seemingly crowded room for Ellie, and had found her lying nude on a couch, a strange man's penis against her cheek. Mavis knew her daughter had just blown him, for he was not at all hard. She dismissed the sane thought that they had not done it yet, for this was insanity, pure and simple. She had arrived too late to prevent it and felt totally humiliated for her apparent failure as a single parent responsible for Ellie's safety.

Mavis did not recall screaming out her daughter's name, nor telling her to get dressed and hustling her out and into her car. What she remembered vividly was Margie's refusal to leave with her and her own thoughts at the time, that the young girl was doomed to become a whore of the worst sort. But Maggie was back in school, had not been punished for her actions as she had punished Ellie, and it was her daughter who had run off, not Margie.

The image of Margie absorbing that man's penis into her mouth as she was herding Ellie out the door remained fixed in her mind. Unconsciously she found herself staring at Donny's crotch as the bulge within his slacks grew larger and larger until a stain appeared and he made an attempt to adjust himself, and caught her staring at him.

"I ... I'm sorry," he stammered, positive she would be on the phone to the police in seconds.

"No ... It's me who should be sorry. I was staring at you. You're a man, you can't help yourself."

"But ... I..." he started to say.

"You're obviously aroused, but why? What did I do to get you that way?"

"How... how can I put it," Donny said, trying to formulate the right words and not offend Mrs. Jones. "I find you... attractive, of course. You are you know."

Mavis held up a hand as if to cut him off, but she found herself strangely excited at his compliment. His words as well as the erection she had brought about had made her wet, and she was wondering what exactly she was going to do about it.

Donny's next sentence settled the matter for her.

"You bear an uncanny resemblance to your daughter," he said so softly that Mavis had to strain to hear him.

"What?"

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to offend you," he blurted, knowing he had gone too far.

"No, don't be sorry," she said almost as quietly as he. "Please, repeat what you just said a moment ago."

"You... bear a strong resemblance to Ellie."

"And... you're attracted to me because of that?"

"I don't know about that. I do know that I'm attracted to you and only you, right now."

Looking at his erection pointing at her from within his slacks, she said wryly, "I can certainly see that for myself."

Donny had not been with many women in his short lifetime, but he knew an invitation when he heard one.

"Shall I take it out and allow it to breath?"

Mavis pondered the invitation for a macro-second, and then answered him. "By all means, all good things should be allowed to age... and to breathe."

Donny wasted no time, and in a moment, Mavis was staring at his rigid pole, poised and ready to engage her.

They were on each other like animals. "Hold me," she told him. And when he wrapped his arm around her she moaned, "No, no! Tear my clothes off!"

Instantly he complied, frightening her, delighting her and causing her to wonder what other nasty things they would do with one another.

With her clothing shredded and pooled around them, they lay on the carpeted floor a tangle of arms and legs as they sought to find the right way to culminate their frenzied tryst.

Donny's hands gripped her wrists, not roughly, but not gently either.

"That's it," she husked suggestively. His legs were straddled outside hers. His cock prodded and fumbled to find her opening.

Mavis rocked her hips from side to side, half helping, half not. Then with a guttural grunt, he was in thrusting firmly until he was fully seated.

The friction of his cock as it dragged along her labia and tugged at her clit, made her shudder.

They rolled over and then rolled over again, and now Donny was on top, his legs constraining Mavis' from the outside, pushing her knees together.

To Mavis, so long without sex, his cock was huge.

"I can't believe how you fill me," she gasped, and followed with, "Now fuck me."

Donny obliged, using short, half-strokes that culminated with a straining, bending thrust.

Mavis's body twitched, as he brushed over or against her clit with each movement, as she was forced by her position to just lay there, squirming helplessly as he kept her pinned down.




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She moaned as the initial stages of long sought sexual relief began to flood her body. Then the moans turned to whimpers as he continued working his prick into her. Stretching her vagina with broad, twisting motions that Mavis thought might tear her apart, but yet accounted for incomparable sensations she was most reluctant to have end.

Her body shuddered and her breasts wobbled freely beneath his chest, and when her right hand slipped away from his sweaty grasp, she raked red fingernails across his back. Donny growled and snatched the hand, returning it to join the other.

"Don't go crazy on me," he groaned, and then had all he could manage as she came in a blind rush. 

He kept fucking her, and Mavis, now wetter and 

more inflamed than ever, kept coming; the second time, almost as hard as the first, and then a minute later, a third, weaker climax was joined by Donny's own and they collapsed in a heap of tangled arms and legs.

"I hope..." Mavis whispered hoarsely, " ... I hope I didn't frighten you."

To be continued



Introduction to Sex Ch. 05



At about the same time that Donny was knocking on her mother's front door, Ellie was in the park chatting with a handsomely muscled black male, with a shaven head, who was about 33 years of age and weighed some 280 pounds. She recalled how good Jared had been sexually and was wondering if Rashid would be even better.

"So, we gonna party, baby?" Rashid asked, flashing his perfect teeth with a smile.

"As soon as you show me the money," Ellie replied glibly. She was confident that her good looks would keep him on the hook, but she was wondering what had happened to Viv. Viv was usually in the park with her unless she was with a john.

Off in the distance, Ellie heard a car brakes squeal, but thought nothing of it. A minute later, another huge black man came into sight. If anything, he was bigger than Rashid. To her surprise, Rashid greeted the other man.

"Hey, motherfucker!"

"Whussup man?" the other answered, as they high-five'd one another.

"Hey, baby," Rashid said to Ellie, "this be Johnny. Johnny be good people, yeah, real good people."

"Say, Rash, this is some good-lookin' bitch you got here."

"You like her?"

"Yeah, man, she's cool."

"She's a whore, man."

"No! For real, Rash?"

"Ain't kidding. Tell him, baby."

"Tell him what, Rash?" Ellie asked, now somewhat apprehensive, 'Where was Viv?'

"That you a whore, baby."

"I'm not a whore, Johnny, your friend is wrong."

"I got $200 dollars says you're a whore, baby," Rashid said, his voice calm, certain she would admit it to Johnny.

"You've got $200?" Ellie said. Her feet were planted apart, trying to show some semblance of defiance to the two huge black men towering over her.

Rashid flashed a bankroll in her face. Ellie had no time to determine if it was a hefty bankroll, or just a handful of singles.

"That your car back on the street?" she asked Johnny, and temporarily confused both men.

"Yeah, that's my Caddy," Johnny replied.

"We can fuck in the backseat ... if you really have two hundred."

"Both men laughed heartily ay her suggestion. Rashid spoke for the two of them, "We too big for backseat humpin' bitch. We need us a room with a big bed."

"That can be arranged," Ellie said, her confidence buoyed by the fact that no one had indicated a lack of interest in having sex with her. She told them the name of the seedy motel she and Viv worked out of, and it was agreed that they would drive there in Johnny's Caddy.

Ellie brought both men into the hotel with her, waving to the disinterested desk clerk as she walked by, and catching the key he tossed her way.

"Guy knows you, huh?" Rashid said with a chuckle.

"I rent by the week; he holds the key for me. I have a bad habit of losing them."

As she put the key in the lock, Rashid squeezed her ass with a huge paw. Johnny was reaching for her left breast as the door opened and all three stumbled into the room.

"Some bed," Johnny exclaimed disapprovingly.

"Won't hold the three of us," Rashid said, apparently agreeing with Johnny.

"So, who goes first?" Ellie asked removing her top and exposing her generous breasts to the two men. While Ellie posed for them, they unhurriedly undressed. When they let their cocks hang down in front of their massive bodies, it was Ellie's turn to stare. They possessed the biggest cocks Ellie had ever seen; including the porno movies she had watched with Vivian as the older woman taught her a few things about positions and drawing out a fuck.

Before she realized what she was doing, she reached out and took both men by their penises and stroked them up and down. Her fingers didn't go halfway around either man's member. Both men stood there, as Ellie dropped slowly to her knees. She attempted to take Rashid's into her mouth, making a wide 'O' just as Viv had shown her. But the head was too big for her. 

Frustrated, she turned to Johnny, and because his cock had a slightly different shape, managed to absorb about an inch and a half before realizing that was as far as she could handle safely.

"Wow, you guys are really hung," she said, trying to sound friendly and hide her sudden fear that together they would tear her apart.

What happened next happened so quickly that Ellie was pinioned before she knew what was happening to her. Johnny picked her up with one hand, and tossed her onto the bed as one might throw a rag doll. Rashid fell upon her the moment she landed, actually pounding into her as she started to bounce up from the tired old mattress. The air was knocked from her lungs as Rashid maneuvered his dick to her pussy. He didn't bother with any form of lubricant, but on finding her opening, rammed his massively thick prick into her.

Ellie screamed from both pain and fear. Rashid slapped her across the face, telling her, "Shut the fuck up, bitch. I got a lot more to shove up that hole."

"And I'm gonna do your ass when he finished," Johnny said, gloatingly and slowly began stroking himself.

When Rashid realized his dick was beginning to hurt because the girl was so tight, he told her to relax, "It'll go easier, you relax, bitch."

Ellie, relying on a few words imparted her by Vivian, tried her utmost to do just that, and to some extent succeeded. Fortunately, Rashid was not in a hurry. This gave her time to generate some form of lubrication through her bodily fluids.

Suddenly, he had at least seven inches in her, and his thrusts were no longer ripping her apart each time he plowed into her. As a matter of fact, Ellie began to derive a small amount of pleasure from the act, and realized that this was not the end of the world as she knew it. A moment later, she recalled Johnny's threat to take her ass.

Sneaking a peek between her legs, Ellie was stunned to see that only half of the massive cock was inside her. That, and the fact that Rashid was methodically pumping into her and holding so tightly that she was having trouble breathing, brought on a climax that caught her by surprise.

It wasn't only the pleasure she experienced from it that pleased her, but the added lubrication her body provided, making further penetration not only endurable, but probably pleasurable.

Rashid was unaware that Ellie had cum and pressed on, ramming his considerable appendage further and further into her with each subsequent thrust until he pounded against her cervix.

"Hey, Johnny!" he called out.

"Whut, Rashid?"

"I hit bottom."

"No shit. Lemme see."

Johnny casually leaned over and inspected Rashid's cock and found that more than three-quarters of it was embedded in Ellie's twat.

"Well, they's some still not in, but you got most of it in there. Ain't seen that for a while, man."

Apparently satisfied by Johnny's comments, Rashid set out to enjoy his own orgasm. He could have cared less about Ellie having another.

But she did, and as her juices continued to flow making her wetter and therefore easier to bear the relentless stretching of her pussy by his substantially oversized cock, and she came again.

Now Ellie wanted more of him and told him so.

Rashid, pleased with the ego-stoking Ellie was giving him, began to slam his meat into her at a faster pace, adding considerably pleasure to that already coursing through her body.

"Give it to me, you bastard!" she moaned loudly.

But to her surprise, Rashid pulled his cock out of her and slapped her across the face with it. Instinctively, she reached out and caught it with her left hand and kissed the dark purple head quivering in front of her. It was Rashid's turn to be surprised. Johnny laughed gleefully at the turn of events.

"She loves you, man," he crowed.

"Fuck you, Johnny!" Rashid barked, but let his hand caress her face as Ellie licked the underside of the head with the tip of her tongue.

"Do you like that?" she asked, tentatively.

"Yeah, bitch, that be nice." He responded.

"Mmmm," she moaned having already encircled his cockhead with her mouth, and tickled the underside with her tongue. She bobbed her head up and down a few times, causing Rashid to moan with pleasure.

"So big ... so fucking big," she sighed after removing it from her mouth, and holding it up as if to admire it." Rashid, am I doing all right?" she inquired innocently, while staring intently at the head of his massive prick.

"You doing fine, bitch." He replied.

Then, using both hands, she jerked him off until she milked a drop of pre-cum into sight. She studied it for a minute and then licked it off.

"You ready to fuck again?" he asked, the rough edge was gone from his voice.

"Mmmm, sure, but let me get some more of this chocolate candy first." That said, Ellie licked the underside of his penis, tickling it with the tip of her tongue, and then sucked more than four thick inches into her mouth until she knew she would gag should she attempt to swallow any more.

Intuitively knowing he was though waiting and wanted to fuck, she eased him from her mouth with a loud slurp, and spread her legs for him. 

"So let's fuck, Rashid," she cooed, every inch the whore now.

She was more prepared for his oversized weapon this time, and found herself was humping and grinding right back at Rashid as he added more and more of his ponderous weight to her slim frame. His cock stretched her to her limits, skimming along either one side or the other of her vaginal canal with each thrust. Half the time he grazed her G-spot and that was enough to wring an early climax out of her.

Once she started to cum, Ellie couldn't stop ... eventually she blacked out, only to regain consciousness to find Johnny straddling her body, rubbing his huge phallus against her mouth. Ellie was only too glad to open her mouth and that caused Johnny to ejaculate in her face, and by the time he finished coming she was covered with his semen; hair, eyes, nose, chin and mouth.

"What," she said, feigning protest. "You couldn't wait for me to swallow it?"

Johnny laughed and swatted her on the ass. It hurt, but she knew he didn't mean it that way.

Johnny left her laying there to make himself another drink.

Rashid knelt next to her. He took her head in his huge hands and tenderly laid it in his lap. Ellie made a grab for his newly risen cock, but missed.

Laughing, Rashid tendered it to her mouth, which opened wide, and like a child at the doctor's office, Ellie went, "Ahhh!" making him laugh delightedly.

"Have another suck or two, bitch," he said, still laughing.

Ellie licked his shaft from the base to the head, and then slid the head into her warm, wet mouth. She bobbed her head up and down in a way that distracted Rashid from any rational thought. And when he moaned, she intensified her efforts.

Johnny watched from a few feet away, slowly stoking his cock again, waiting patiently.

"Oh my God..." Rashid swore, starting to twitch and buck involuntarily.

Ellie stopped just long enough to ask, "Do you want to cum in my mouth, or all over me?"

"I don't know." he said. "You decide."

Ellie grinned and slid his hard, slobbery dick back into her mouth, and began to hum. The low harmonic vibrations, along with her insistent sucking soon had him at the point of no return. 

Seconds later, Ellie decided that Rashid was about to disgorge his load and yanked him from her mouth and started jacking his cock with her left hand while fondling his balls with her right. Then she took him back into her mouth and swirled the underside with her tongue. Feeling his swell to even greater proportions, Ellie took him out of her mouth and stared intently at the business end of his massive instrument.

Just as Rashid began to spew his load Ellie opened her mouth and took almost all of it down her throat. She managed to swallow a great deal right off the bat, having prepared for that eventuality. What missed her throat now coated her mouth and chin. Since she had not cleaned the previous sperm from her person, she was now one pretty unsightly and sticky girl.

"Ugh, you one fuckin' ugly sight, bitch," Johnny said, but he was smiling.

"You two did it," she replied with as much dignity as a cum-covered slut might muster up.

"Yeah, we did. Now I'm gonna fuck you, but I ain't gonna get that sticky shit all over me. Get on yo hands and knees like a dog, bitch."

Sighing, for she was growing tired by now, Ellie obliged him, hoping her would target her pussy and not her ass. She was fortunate, for Johnny was in a hurry and didn't want to waste time opening up her ass for his rampant cock. He took the easy route, and slid into her pussy which was well lubricated from the previous fucking she'd had.

Still, as he penetrated her, Ellie felt all the previous pain returning as he slammed into her orifice with little regard to how she felt.

And then, as before, her vaginal walls stretched far enough to make what he was doing to her pleasurable and she began to cum. Ellie could not recall how many times he made her cum. 

She did recall that when he eventually pulled his cum-covered prick from her swampy hole, she was soaked with sweat, both his and hers. She tried to stand and fell down. She was unable to rise and both men jeered and laughed at her until she finally managed to stagger to her feet and stood there wobbling as she regarded them.

One thing she knew. They were finished fucking for the night.

"Mind if I shower fella's?" she asked.

"Go ahead, bitch," Rashid said calmly.

Ellie staggered into the shower and douched, then scrubbed all the cum from her skin and hair. When she finally came out of the bathroom Johnny and Rashid were sitting on the bed and the only chair respectively.

"Got my $200, Rashid?"

"Whut you know about this guy, Jitter's?" he said, answering me with a question of his own.

"Never heard of him. Where's the money?"

"Bitch, we know you and Jitter's fuck buddies. We know he helps you fix every night when you finished sucking dick in the park."

"I'm telling you, Rashid, I never heard of this guy."

"C'mon, bitch," Johnny said with a threatening overtone, "we know you a junkie. We Know Jitter's yo supplier, now where the fuck is he?"

"What are you fucking guy's cops or something? Why..." The impact that they were indeed cops, hit her then.

"You ... ain't cops ... are you?"

Johnny pulled his shield out of his back pocket.

"We cops, bitch, Cary's finest."

"Jesus Christ," Ellie gasped. "And you fucked me over like that?"

"We fuck everybody over," Rashid told her, not unkindly, since he still felt the glow of her blowjob.

"I guess you ain't gonna pay me the money, huh?"

"We probably gonna haul your skinny ass off to jail, bitch."

"We ain't fuckin' with you, bitch. We want to nail that motherfucker, Jitter, and you gonna help us do it."

Suddenly, Ellie remembered Vivian's instructions about police tactics. 'They'll screw you and take your money and worse. They'll try to make you into a stool-pigeon, turning in your friends and associates, just to stay on their good side."

"Look," she said, trying to sound both fearful and yet indignant, "I really don't know this Jitter person. I'm new in town. Really I am. I've been here four days, maybe. I just started hooking; ask Viv, she'll tell you."

"Viv's in jail, unless somebody goes her bail," Johnny laughed.

"You know, Johnny, this bitch is really dumb enough to be telling the truth."

"You think?"

"Yeah, I do."

"So what do we do with her?"

"We let her go."

"Okay, but only after she agrees to call us, she gets a line on Jitter."

"Hear him, bitch?"

Ellie nodded her head vigorously.

"I'm only doing this 'cause you gave me good head, and Johnny enjoyed his fuck. Right, Johnny?"

"Yeah," Johnny said agreeably as he picked a troublesome tooth with a toothpick.

"Get your ass out of this crib," Rashid said, "and go find us, Jitter."

"We'll look you up tomorrow or the next day. Better have something for us or your ass is ours," Rashid said.

"And we mean it, too bitch," Johnny added for emphasis.

Ellie went looking for Viv after they'd left. After several hours, Ellie could only conclude that they'd told her the truth and Viv was incarcerated. Ellie didn't have the faintest idea of how one went about placing bail for someone, and so she did the next best thing. Looking over her shoulder all the way back to Vivian's place, she dug her money from its hiding place and made her way to the bus station and took a four am Greyhound to Greensboro.

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Ellie didn't linger in Greensboro. Her first night cost her $105 for meals and hotel room. Worse, she found the competition hustling men shocking. There were girls working the park she walked through, and the street corners were busy with young girls plying their wares to passing motorists. And she was not welcomed by any of them; instead she found them hostile to her perceived encroachment of their territories.

In a diner, over breakfast, she met a girl who was kind enough to tell her just how things worked in that town.

"As far as I can tell," Purdy said, "two pimps run most of the girls, Apple-Jim and Crow. Yeah, that's their names, I'm not kidding. They treat us all alike, and that's like shit. We don't come home with enough money, they burn us with cigarettes, or beat the hell outta us."

"What about the police?" Ellie asked, stunned at this news.

"The cops get a piece of the action, and any girl they fancy."

Ellie pondered this information, and balancing it against her own recent experience with Rashid and Johnny, believed everything Purdy told her.

"I guess I'll get out of Greensboro," she told Purdy.

"Where can you go?" the girl asked, hopeful that she might learn of an escape route for herself.

"I don't know. Are you a runaway too?"

"Yeah... although I wish I could go back home now. It wasn't as bad as I thought it was, despite the beatings and all."

"And all?" Ellie said, repeating Purdy's words.

"Yeah, my Daddy and two brothers were fucking me regularly. I couldn't stand it. Now I'm sucking some stranger's dick for twenty bucks and don't know what disease he's giving me."

"I'll be leaving this afternoon," Ellie told the younger girl. "You can come with me, you want. I don't mind."

"I got no money," Purdy replied. Apple-Jim takes everything when I come home."

"I've got a few dollars left, not much, but enough for a bus ticket."

"I ain't going," Purdy said.

"Why not?"

"You said you got enough for one bus ticket. I'm not gonna take your last dollar. I'll start holding back a few dollars here and there, maybe buy my own bus ticket someday.

Despite her growing affection for Purdy, Ellie felt a wave of relief sweep over her as the teen declined her offer. She had little enough to get her through the next several days, unless she found a generous john someplace. And that seemed unlikely the way things were going.

The girls hugged and kissed each another's cheeks as they said their goodbyes. Ellie realized how quickly the two had seemed to bond, and felt a loss as Purdy strolled down Green Street, already on the prowl for customers.

Ellie looked around, got her bearings and started walking toward I-40.

Finding a ride didn't take long at all. A couple of college girls picked her up at the Lee Street intersection, and told her they were headed to Atlanta. "Hotlanta," one of the girls chirped happily.

Since Ellie had no particular destination in mind, she told them that was where she was headed as well.

The next few minutes were covered by the girls telling Ellie how strange it was that they were both headed to the same city.

Ellie thought the girls were all cute. The driver, a blonde, was wearing a cropped top that kept pulling up and exposing the soft swellings of her under-breast as she drove. She wore cutoffs that looked painted on, except that between her thighs the material was so tiny that her blond cunt hairs poked out.




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"We go to Georgia Tech; the blonde, whose name Ellie soon learned was Melanie said. The other girl was petite, dark haired and bubbly. She wouldn't stop talking and asking Ellie question after question. Ellie didn't mind. She was thrilled to have found a ride so easily, and for such a great distance. She was sure she could work unimpeded in a city as large as Atlanta, and settled back in her seat, happily responding to the brunette's interrogation.

"So, do you hitch all the time, Ellie?" the brunette asked, an impish grin on her face.

"Not as often as I'd like," she lied, thinking the less they knew about her the better.

The brunette was wearing a T-shirt and soccer shorts. Dark red spots poked against the T's material, and Ellie realized that the brunette was either aroused by her, or the material of the T-shirt was creating a friction that had her nipples popping out.

Soon enough, Ellie learned two things. One, the brunette's name was Rachel, and two, she had delicately turned the questions to those of a sexual nature.

For some reason, Ellie decided to tell them the truth about herself.

"There's something I should tell you girls," she began. "I'm a runaway. And I'm a hooker. I started giving guys blowjobs to get enough money to eat and a place to stay. I got hustled by a couple of black detectives and ran away from them. That's why I'm hitching. I need to get far enough away from them that I won't run into them again."

"A hooker! Wow! You ever do it with a girl?" Rachel asked.

"I guess ... kinda. Margie, my girlfriend in high school ... well, we fooled around some. But I prefer a good hard cock, to be honest."

Rachel, the third girl in the car, sitting next to the driver, Melanie, giggled and then turned to face Ellie and ask, "Did you ever see anything as beautiful as Melanie's tits?"

"Well, I..." Ellie began, but stopped as her jaw dropped as Rachel reached over and pulled Melanie's top up to fully expose her mounds of flesh - creamy white where the sun hadn't tanned them, and topped with erect pink nipples in darker pink areoles. Melanie smiled, but kept on driving as Ellie watched Rachel lean over and lick her nipple, making it shine in the sunlight. Melanie's breasts were larger than Ellie's, with virtually no sag; and they stood out from her chest like a couple of melon halves.

Then Rachel pulled her own T-shirt over her head, balled it up and tossed it at Ellie, who caught if and dropped it onto Rachel's lap.

Still, Ellie's attention was on Rachel. She noted that Rachel's breasts were smaller than Melanie's, but her nipples were darker and harder. She sat up and asked Ellie if she wanted to touch her. Rather than answer her, Ellie leaned over the seat and cupped Rachel's breast, then put her thumb over the top of it and squeezed.

"Ooooooo!" Rachel sighed, happily. "She likes to play!"

Ellie climbed halfway over the seat, careful not to disturb Melanie's driving, and allowed her lips to lightly caress the other's nipple, then licked it back and forth with the tip of her tongue.

"You're next," Ellie whispered in Melanie's right ear, and duplicated her actions with Rachel. Only with Melanie, she went further, dripping her saliva onto the upper portion of Melanie's right breast while squeezing the lower half.

When Ellie moved away, already concerned that she might cause an accident, she saw Melanie driving with one hand between her thighs and the other on the steering wheel.

"Girl's," Ellie said softly, "let's find a nice place and stop for a while, huh?"

"We'll rock in the backseat, all right, Ellie?" said Rachel, her arousal evident in her voice. She was unzipping her shorts, as she joined Ellie in the back of the car. Melanie found a fairly secluded spot and parked among a grove of poplar trees. Only a small portion of the car could be seen by passing motorists.

Rachel shed her shorts, then put one leg on the floor and the other around Ellie, causing her pussy to open like a flower. Ellie scrambled out of her clothing and ended up with her back against the door and her legs in the air. 

Rachel giggled and reached down with one finger and used the back of it to stroke Ellie's slit.

Ellie moaned with pleasure and laughed delightedly when Rachel brought a shiny finger to her lips and licked the juice from Ellie's cunt from it.

"You taste good," she said, and slid down so that their pussies were only inches apart. Ellie could feel the heat from Rachel's shaved pussy radiating into hers and it made her juices flow even more.

Rachel spread two fingers and started sliding her fingers up and down both of their slits at the same time. Ellie was fascinated by her as the girl switched fingers, mingling their fluids on her gleaming fingers. Seconds later the two were rubbing their pussies frantically back and forth against each other, until, with a muffled moan, Rachel's back arched, and she came, her scent filling the car as her mouth suckled harder and harder at Ellie's.

Leaning over the front seat and watching them, Melanie laughed and said, "You two should get a motel."

Rachel released Ellie from an embrace and spread her arms wide above her head, and stretched like a cat, licked her lips and smiled at Ellie.

"Well, Miss Know-it-all, we have another five hours until we reach Hotlanta," Rachel retorted, 

"why not find us a motel?"

"You have a point," Melanie laughed. "Then we can all share." She was leering at Ellie as she uttered the words.

"I love sharing," Ellie said and then started giggling.

A few miles up the road they found a motel, and Melanie pulled in and parked. Rachel jumped out and went to register them, calling back to Melanie over her shoulder as she opened the door to the front desk, "Don't forget the toy box!"

"Get a King-sized bed!" Melanie yelled, and then she and Ellie ran to have a look at the swimming pool behind the motel.

Once the girls were in the room, Melanie suggested they all go for a swim. Ellie protested, "I'd love to, but I don't have a swimsuit."

"No problem," chirped Rachel. "I've got just the thing for you, lover," and she rummaged around in her suitcase and tossed a small bundle of material to Ellie. Ellie shrieked with delight, for it was a micro bikini, hardly any top and a thong for down below.

As the girls stripped, Ellie allowed herself a peek at Melanie's body, having already seen most of Rachel's. There was no sag to her breasts as she removed her crop top. But when she started on her shorts, Ellie's jaw dropped.

Melanie had to squirm and wriggle to get the tight pants over her hips. Her pubic hair was blonde and fine; and Ellie would have sworn that the girl had already shaven between her legs. She studied the others pussy, noting that her outer labia were pouty and creamy white against the darker tan of her thighs, and her anus was a tiny pink rosebud between her cheeks.

Only when Rachel nudged her with an elbow did Ellie tear her eyes away from Melanie's lower extremities.

"Look good to you, does she?" Rachel inquired genially.

"Yes, she does," Ellie answered honestly. "You both look good to me," she added so as not to hurt Rachel's feelings.

"I'll bet," Rachel said, kneeling behind Melanie and letting her long tongue flick up and down the other girl's pink slit.

Melanie sighed and spread her legs to give Rachel more access.

"Suck on her titties," Rachel called out, as she parted Melanie's labia to permit her tongue entry to her inner recesses.

Ellie fronted Melanie, and brushed her lips against the hard nipple poking out at her. With a soft, pleasant moan, Melanie turned slightly and fed her breast to Ellie's questing mouth.

Ellie bit gently on the hard nubbin. The sweet smell of sex filled her nostrils as she listened to the slurping sounds of Rachel eating Melanie speed up. Melanie moaned and put her hand behind Ellie's head, forcing her mouth tighter against her tit. Moments later her body jerked as she came under Rachel's skillful mouth.

When Rachel sat back, her entire face was covered with Melanie's juices. Ellie giggled for she pictured Rachel as having just eaten some watermelon while still in the field. A tad self-conscious, Rachel began to use her tongue to lick away the excess juices around her mouth. 

Unable to contain herself, Ellie moved in on her and gently licked her face and chin clean of the love fluid, marveling at the sweetness of Melanie's taste.

And suddenly the three girls were kissing one another, laughing inanely all the while.

Eventually, Rachel broke away and began donning her bathing suit. 

"You two better get a move on if we're gonna catch some rays," she said.

Melanie gave Ellie a spare swimsuit, and Ellie wondered just how much of her body it would reveal in public, then decided to go with the flow and didn't say a word.

Giggling at the sensation of being nearly naked, Ellie ran with the two girls to the pool, only to find that they were the only ones there.

Ellie lay on a chaise lounge and the other two jumped in the pool. Ellie thought the suit would come off if she ventured into the pool and played it safe until the others stood over her in a threatening manner.

"You going in?" Melanie inquired.

"I guess I am," Ellie conceded and sat up, only to be grasped by the elbows and hustled into the pool by Melanie and Rachel.

Ellie popped up from the bottom of the pool and promptly made a grab for Melanie, but tore her top off, exposing her luscious breasts for all to see.

Melanie made no effort to recapture her top, and stood there bare-breasted as if flaunting them, while Rachel laughed hysterically.

"Oh, I'll even things up a bit," Ellie said, feeling guilty about matters, and she undid the knot in her top and allowed it to flutter away into the pool.

Melanie nodded appreciatively at her, and Ellie was beginning to feel a lot better about everything, when they heard voices... male voices coming from the side of the motel. Ellie whirled in the direction of the voices and realized what was about to happen. She was caught in the middle of the pool and her top was at least twenty feet away.

Oh, shit!" she exclaimed, as Melanie climbed the ladder and stood like a golden statue waiting for the males to turn the corner.

They did, and came to a screeching halt. Ellie used the opportunity to retrieve her top, holding it against her breasts while walking to the steps at the end of the pool. Rachel hurriedly picked up the lotions and bags, and carried them back to the room. Melanie waited regally, allowing the two thirtyish business men to devour her luscious body with their eyes.

When Melanie strolled through the motel room door, both Ellie and Rachel were rolling on the thinly carpeted motel floor, laughing so hard that tears rolled down their cheeks.

Finally, Ellie managed to control herself long enough to sputter, "That was so cool, Melanie."

Melanie, who was still nude, did a quick bump and grind, and said "Eat me. Somebody please eat me. Those little dicks made me soooo horny."

Ellie nearly pounced on the sensual blonde, and burrowed her face into Melanie's love nest.

Rachel watched for several minutes, and then with a twinkle in her eye, she sauntered over to a bag of luggage and rummaged inside until finding what she was looking for. It was a flesh-colored dildo with rubber fingers running down the top of the shaft sort of like a fish's fin. It was attached to a harness that she slowly strapped on, never taking her eyes off the couple enjoying sex on the floor, she squirted some KY Jelly on the head of this monster and, as her hand rubbed it in, Melanie noticed her standing there. When she had everything in place, Rachel moved to the couple and stood over them. 

The nine-inch phallus jutted out in front of her. "Oh, good, you're going to join us," Ellie said, her voice smoldering with passion.

"You two will have to change position," Rachel said, matter-of-factly.

"What?" Ellie asked, not comprehending, so lost was she in the throes of her lust. Ellie finally realized Rachel was standing over her, and tore her mouth away from Melanie's all too delicious cunt.

"Put your legs up," Rachel ordered, and grabbed her ankles before Ellie could react; spreading her legs and kneeling between them.

"Are you..." Ellie started to say, "gonna put that monster in me?"

"That's the plan. Now, lay back and Mel will sit on your face."

Rachel leaned over and said, "In order for you to take my monster here, I'm gonna have to wet you some, probably open you up, too."

Ellie giggled as Melanie straddled her face and slowly lowered herself downward. Ellie's eyes began to flicker back and forth as Rachel opened her mouth to its fullest, and with her tongue sticking straight out, covered Ellie's cunt with her lips. 

Ellie closed her eyes and shivered with delight as Rachel's magical tongue laved the insides of her pussy. Then, opening her eyes, she saw Melanie's pussy approaching and reached out to grasp the other's butt cheeks and proceeded to guide Melanie to her own suddenly ravenous mouth.

The next few minutes were a blur as far as Ellie was concerned. Her pussy was drenched with Rachel's saliva; so much so that the moisture was flowing down into her ass. But she was concentrating on the sweet flavors offered her by Melanie's hot, sloppy wet cunt.

Ellie was confident that she could get Melanie off in short order, and struggled against the pleasure she herself was receiving from Rachel to concentrate on ways to further the delight she was giving to Melanie.

All such thoughts vanished the moment Rachel lifted her face from Ellie's sodden cunt and plunged two fingers into her twat.

"Mmmm," she moaned as Rachel's thumb slowly circled her rectum. 'She's gonna use me like a bowling ball,' Ellie thought fleetingly, and then moaned again as Rachel's thumb sank into her anus and her finger touched her G-spot.

Ellie forgot about eating Melanie, and gave herself up to the pleasures Rachel was giving her. She barely realized that Melanie had started kissing her; for Rachel now had four fingers jammed into her, and trying to wedge several others into her ass.

"Oh, sweet Jesus ... that's ... YES!" Ellie groaned only to scream the last word. 

Rachel's entire hand was now lodged in her vagina; filling her as she'd never been filled before.

Melanie was pinching Ellie's nipples and still kissing her. Ellie responded as best she could, sucking hard on Melanie's tongue, vaguely wondering if Melanie could taste herself as their tongues dueled.

Rachel uttered a loud grunt as her fourth finger went into Ellie's rectum.

To Ellie's surprise, she felt little discomfort from all that was happening to her.

Rachel began turning her wrist inside the teen's cunt, triggering a quick orgasm that had Ellie bucking against the fist clenched inside her.

"Hold her still!" Rachel yelled, and Melanie complied, abandoning Ellie's nipples and mouth to hold the girl from twisting away from the dexterous hands probing both her holes.

Moments later, Ellie came again, and again. The last climax left Ellie shuddering and limp; and Rachel carefully extracted the fist from Ellie's cunt with a wet, sucking sound. There was no sound accompanying her fingers as they left Ellie's ass.

Ellie lay there, compliant and unresisting as Rachel positioned herself and placed the monstrous dildo at her entrance and it wasn't until the huge toy actually entered her that she knew ... knew that she had never felt anything quite like this before. 

True, she had only recently been semi-raped by Johnny and Rashid. That their members were huge was without question. Perhaps it was simply that this instrument was plastic and not at all pliable as the real thing was that made the difference. But there was a distinct difference, no question about it.

Because she had just been fisted, Rachel was able to sink the huge shaft into her with one hard thrust. Rashid and Johnny had had to work their tools in slowly, opening her up gradually, even if it was not their preference.

So, as Rachel's love toy thudded against Ellie's cervix, Ellie, having conveniently forgotten that she had just been fisted, could only think that the black policemen had prepped her for this event, and for that she was grateful. 

She almost forgot about servicing Melanie, who grabbed both her ears and tugged to get Ellie's attention back to where Mel wanted it. Ellie gulped and resumed eating Melanie, but was soon lost in the throes of yet another gigantic orgasm.

Rachel had her hands on the floor beside her and straightened her legs so that she was suspended on all four points. She began to fuck Ellie hard, using powerful, forceful strokes. It was the dildo's little fingers tickling her vaginal walls that caused the most intense pleasure Ellie had ever known. It would flick past her clit, leaving her shivering with delight; then plunge its entire length into her, grazing her G-spot on its way to bottoming out and repeated the process in reverse as it exited until only a portion of the head remained inside her.

Each time it bottomed, it forced the breath out of Ellie with a 'whoosh,' and her senses became attuned to the rhythmic beat of the action that she forgot everything else and lost herself in the sensual pleasure of climax after climax.

Vaguely she felt fingers ... they must have been fingers, but Ellie wasn't sure about anything but the intense pleasure, squeezing and twisting her nipples ... fingers ramming in and out of her ass ... tongues licking and sucking her neck, her ears, her throat.

And all the while, her own cunt was contracting around the gigantic phallus embedded in her, not wanting to release it, yet somehow managing to do so, only to repeat the wonderful process over and over again, feeling it rotating with her, pulling and sucking on her vaginal walls as it glided back and forth, in and out. Finally, unable to withstand any more of the intense sexual excitement bombarding her, Ellie blacked out.

Rachel continued fucking Ellie until the thrusting caused her to undergo her own climax and with a great shudder she felt the release sweep over her and she collapsed on the already unconscious teenager.

When Ellie came back to the world, she started to cry. She found that she was unable to control her emotions and continued to weep while both Rachel and Melinda tried to comfort her. Twenty minutes passed before she gained control of her tears and shut them down.

 "Wow," she gasped, still not certain they had stopped. "I ... I never, ever, came like that."

"Well, girl," Melinda offered kindly, "you were fisted and fucked with a monster cock. That's enough to get anyone emotional."

"Let's show her the trick," Rachel chirped. "She'll love it, ya think?"

"Yeah," Melinda said in agreement. "Here," she said after rummaging in her purse. She tossed several quarters to Rachel, who deftly caught them.

"Get us a couple sodas from the machine."

Rachel stood up and quickly pulled on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and left the motel room.

"Oh, Ellie, you are gonna love this trick," she told the girl.

"How does it go?"

"Wait. You have to see for yourself."

Moments later, Rachel bounced back into the room, holding three cans of Sprite. She was laughing.

"What's so funny?" Melanie asked.

Those guys were at the machine, so I flashed them."

"How?" asked Melanie.

"Just my tits," Rachel replied and handed Ellie a can of soda.

"You said there was a trick," Ellie said opening her soda and taking a huge gulp. Suddenly she realized she was dying of thirst.

"Okay then, the trick. Whose turn is it, Rach?"

"Yours as I recall," Melanie said with a grin.

"All righty, then," Rachel said, and positioned herself directly in front of Ellie, squatted and began to insert the can of soda into her cunt while Melanie lay down on the floor. 




Introduction to Sex Ch. 05



With the can firmly lodged in her twat, Rachel giddily lowered herself until the backs of her thighs were just above Melanie's breasts.

"Are you ready?" she asked Melanie.

"I'm set," the other replied.

Ellie's eyes widened as she looked on.

Melanie began to laugh.

"What the hell..." Ellie started to say, but was interrupted when Rachel suddenly popped the tab on the can fixed in her cunt and it sprayed its contents out, mostly into Melanie's opened mouth.

Before the can emptied, all three girls were roaring with laughter.

"Okay, push!" Melanie said trying not to choke.

Rachel grunted and, using her cuntal muscles, slowly expelled the soda can.

After all three had showered and changed, they went out to eat. That night they enjoyed one another in a variety of positions borrowed from The Kama Sutra; at least that's what Melinda told the seemingly tireless Ellie during one of the more complex contortions Rachel was putting her through.

The following morning, the three tired, but satiated girls set out for Atlanta. Six hours later, they parked in one of the lots on the Georgia Tech campus. Ellie spent the day and night with them, once again enjoying the finer benefits of Sophism. The next day, Rachel took Ellie on a tour of greater Hotlanta, showing her the best places to ply her trade.

After making love to both Melanie and Rachel one last time, Ellie set out in a cab, found a relatively cheap motel, and prepared to go to work in her new environment.

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Ellie spent the next two days exploring Atlanta. She made no attempt to sell herself on the street, having decided to look things over first. She walked certain sections of town in the evening, and saw quite a bit of streetwalkers plying their trade. Yet it had no real appeal to Ellie.

It was on day three, that she sat on the bed of her room at the Renaissance Hotel, worrying about her immediate future.

She had the room through noon the next day, but her money was running low.

I've got to sell my body, but not that way, those girls are mostly crack-heads, and at the mercy of their pimps. She thought about calling home and picked up the phone, then replaced it back in its cradle. Maybe later, she told herself, I've more important things to figure out first.

Nibbling on a crust of pizza left over from the night before, she recalled her friend Vivian telling her about women working as escorts, and that as young as she was, that she could command top dollar for her services if she found the right escort service.

As naive as she was, Ellie was into the third of the five telephone books available in the room for Atlanta and its environs, before coming to realize that what she wanted was in the Yellow Pages. Finding that directory, she thumbed through it until locating 'Escort Services'.

She washed the last of the crust down with a final gulp of Sprite, and carefully dialed the first escort service to have an ad as well as an ad.

Ellie listened as the phone rang three times before being answered.

"Hello," a husky female voice answered. "This is Sondra. I'm busy at the moment, but will call you right back. Please be patient, it will be worth your while."

Biting her fingernail, Ellie hung up and sat cross-legged on the bed and waited for the phone to ring. It never entered her mind to call a second or third service. She placed all her hopes on this one call.

Ellie was peeing in the bathroom when the phone rang. She stumbled pulling her panties up and reached the phone on the third ring, mentally cursing her stupidity at not having taken a second to wipe herself.

"Hello," she said, as she felt, and then saw, a smallish trail of urine coursing down her thigh and onto the bed sheets.

"Hi," a strange voice replied, having changed its tone in mid word on realizing that Ellie was female. "AAA Escorts returning the call from this number."

"Yes, I called you," Ellie said, rushing the words and hating herself for doing it. "I understand you might want another girl as an escort."

"Well, we're always looking for new talent. Did you want to come by and interview with us? By the way, my name is Sally."

"Um, can you tell me something about your service?" Ellie asked, and discovered that she had bitten her fingernail to the quick.

"Certainly. I want to see what you look like. I need to see some proof of age and address, and the like. Would this afternoon be convenient?"

Ellie thought quickly, she couldn't use her own ID. Her mother would have put out a missing person alert on her. Where could she get proof of age and an address? Then it hit her: Of course! Rachel and Mel!'

"Um, Sally?"

"Yes?"

"Can I get back to you; say in twenty minutes or so. I have someone at the door and don't want to lose ... I mean miss them."

"Of course ... but I'll need your name..."

But Ellie had already hung up on her, and was searching for Mel's number in her purse.

Fortunately, both girls were home and happily agreed to provide Ellie with the necessary identification and place of residence along with a phone number.

"Bunk with us ... at least until you can afford your own place," Rachel told her.

"You can pay us back..." Mel started to say, and was interrupted by Rachel, who laughingly finished the sentence with, "The use of your body!"

"It's a deal!" Ellie laughed delightedly and then all of them were laughing. Ellie agreed to come over that afternoon around five.

"Or after I finish my interview."

"No," Rachel said, "You need to come by us first, remember? You have to get some ID and stuff for the interview."

"God, where are my brains?" Ellie giggled. "I'm so excited about this opportunity that I forgot everything."

"Come on over now, we'll eat you out, give you the ID and you can call from here, so they see the telephone number matches the one you give them."

"See, I never would have thought of that," Ellie confessed.

"You'll learn fast enough," Mel said, "now get your ass over here."

"I'm on my way!" The delighted teen chirped.

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Later that afternoon, thoroughly satiated after having sex with both girls, Ellie called the service back and asked for Sally. Sally gave her an address and told her to be there in an hour.

AAA Ava's Escorts was in a high-class business district of Buckhead, on Grandview Avenue. It was not what Ellie expected, not at all. To Ellie's inexperienced eyes, it appeared to be a southern mansion. In this, she was not that far off. For it had been until two years earlier, the home and office of one of Atlanta's most prominent criminal attorney's. 

There were flowers galore out front, leaving Ellie to marvel at what must be in back.

Taking a deep breath, Ellie rang the ornate doorbell, an Ivory carved lion's head, which was activated by pressing the lion's tongue.

Moments later the door was opened by a woman in her forties, who could have easily passed for a woman in her late twenties.

"Miss Cooper? Miss Rachel Cooper?" the woman said warmly in greeting. Ellie had selected Rachel's identification and was now using her name.

"Yes," Ellie answered demurely.

"Please, come in. My name is Ava. Ava Gardenia. 

This is my home and place of business."

"Yes, ma'am," Ellie said, and followed the woman through a large foyer and into what appeared to be a library, but was actually Gardenia's office.

"Please be seated, make yourself comfortable," she told Ellie as she herself sat behind a large ornate desk.

"Tell me, Miss Cooper, how old are you?"

"I'm eighteen, almost nineteen," Ellie replied.

"May I see some proof of it, please?"

Ellie offered Rachel's driving license to her.

Gardenia studied the license, and started hard at Ellie for some thirty seconds.

Ellie began to squirm uncomfortably in her chair. She knows I'm not Rachel, she thought, it's the picture. We look alike, but not that much. Ellie almost wet her pants as the fear of exposure coursed through her body.

"Tell me, Rachel, where are you from originally?"

Since Rachel's license was with the State of Georgia, she started to say, Atlanta, but something in Miss Gardenia's eyes told her to name another place. 

"Savannah," she answered.

"Savannah," Miss Gardenia replied. "A lovely city. And how long have you been in Atlanta?"

"Not long. I'm enrolled at Georgie Tech. I need to earn more money to pay for my tuition text books."

Miss Gardenia's eyes arched at this, and Ellie saw that she had scored a favorable point.

"Are you familiar with Atlanta?"

"No, not really. I can find my way around, but..." she paused, thinking, Tell the truth. "Um, I haven't been situated here very long. I've visited Atlanta a few times with my parents and all, but other than the landmark places like the stadium, and the underground, I really don't know my way around. However, I'm resourceful enough. I can get a map or Google an address, and find it easily enough."

Miss Gardenia nodded, apparently accepting her answer.

"Tell me, why do you want to be an escort?"

Ellie shifted her behind in the chair and leaned forward, toward Miss Gardenia. "I have. I need money to cover the cost of tuition and other expenses."

"Other expenses? Are you on drugs, Rachel?"

Shocked at the unexpected question, Ellie, stammered, "No, no, of course not."

"I'm puzzled, Rachel, why aren't your parents paying for your college expenses?"

"Rachel had already decided the interview was a failure, and angrily replied, "Not that it's any of your business, Miss Gardenia, but my father is deceased. He didn't leave us all that much. I had good grades, but not good enough for a scholarship. I don't want to be an escort, per se. But I do need to earn good money without spending eight hours a day slaving over a job with no future while trying to keep my grades up."

"Whoa, girl," Miss Gardenia said, holding up both hands defensively. "I didn't mean to insult you. I was only trying to get a feel for you. After all, you are here seeking employment. And should I hire you I would be your employer. I'm entitled to ask these questions. Is that understood?"

"Yes, it's understood," Ellie replied, "but if you're not going to hire me, I'd rather not be insulted any further." Ellie stood up, ready to leave. Her face was red with both anger and embarrassment.

Miss Gardenia laughed. "Please sit down, no, wait. As long as you're standing, why not disrobe and show me your body?"

"What?"

"I'm thinking of hiring you. You have a certain fire that men like. I certainly like it. You're good-looking, but I need to see your body, so please, remove your clothing ... all of it."

"You mean..." Ellie was already unbuttoning her blouse.

After she was standing before Gardenia in the nude, the older woman said, "You have a lovely body. So, yes, you're hired. Oh, there is one last provision."

"What's that?" Ellie inquired as she absently rubbed her breast.

"A physical. You must pass it. I cannot have any of my employees passing any sexual diseases to my clients."

"What about your clients? Are they free to give me the 'clap, ' or worse?"

"I'll admit that is a possibility. They are for the most part, very careful themselves. Most have wives and families. Most take precautions. But there is always that possibility. That is why I want you to start off with a clean slate. It's only some blood work, and when the results are in you can begin working."

Ellie sat down, still naked and apparently unconcerned about being so.

"Tell me something about the work. I mean, what exactly does an escort do, or not do?"

"I charge the client $500 an hour. He or she..." Gardenia paused at that to note Ellie's reaction, "will have a hotel room. There will be occasions when you're invited to their homes. There will be times when all that is required of you will be to go with them to dinner, or an affair as, surprise, their escort."

"What about the sex?" Ellie asked.

"There will be all types of sex, dear. I take it for granted you do oral. Are you available for anal?"

"Yes, to both," Ellie replied.

"Some clients have ... different tastes, but I won't go into that now, for you won't be seeing any of them until you've gotten used to the job."

"But I'd like an idea of what you're talking about," Ellie said.

"At the worst, orgies; more likely it will involve twosomes, threesomes, or more. And then, there are those who prefer their sex with a taste of S&M. Do you know what that means?"

"Yes, I do."

"Good, any more questions?"

"I can't think of any. Oh, when do I start, and how much of the $500 do I get?"

Gardenia laughed. "You almost forgot to ask, Rachel. I'd have been disappointed in you."

Ellie found herself laughing too. "That would have been embarrassing," she admitted.

"To answer your question, you get half of what the client pays. Fair enough?"

"Very," Ellie said with a broad smile, as she began to put her clothing back on.

"Here's the doctor's address. He'll be waiting for you. Oh, he'll expect a blowjob in return for the service. Be a dear, and make it a good one will you? He does send me clients from time to time."

Ellie laughed again. "So, I'll be a pro within the hour. It seems surreal."

"I like that," Gardenia said. "And when you see his dick, you'll really be thinking surreal!" 

She patted Ellie on the shoulder, and made sure she had the office number and the doctor's address.

"I'll call you when the results of the blood work are in," Gardenia told Ellie and walked her to the door.

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Ellie waited nervously for four days until Gardenia called to tell her that she had passed the physical and blood tests.

"I thought you'd forgotten about me," Ellie said.

"No, Rachel, I'm not likely to forget about you. In fact, I have a client for you, for this evening at nine."

"Nine ... okay, where?"

"The Radisson Hotel, room 518, it's a Mr. Smith."

"You're sure it's not Jones?"

Gardenia laughed, "Funny girl. But in this case, it happens to be his real name. He's a local politician. Make him happy and some day he might save your ass."

There was a short pause, and then Gardenia asked, "You do have appropriate evening attire, don't you?"

"I've got some nice dresses, but no evening gowns, or accessories."

"Get over here around seven. I'll spring for an outfit, but any other incidentals come out of your profit."

"Gee, thanks," Ellie said, and meant it.

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Ellie was on time and when shown the gown she would wear that night, she was to stunned to speak.

"I guess it meets with your approval," Gardenia said with a wry smile. She did have a weak spot for new girls and loved to lavish surprise gifts on them from time to time. But then, she had ulterior motives. She liked having her girls go down on her occasionally. She was certain that Rachel would be very good at it.

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Ellie arrived at the Radisson at two minutes to nine and called Mr. Smith's room. A male with a gruff voice answered and told her he'd meet her at the bar and asked what color dress I was wearing.

"Black," she told him.

"Anyone else wearing black?" he asked.

Ellie glanced around the lounge. "I don't think so."

"What the fuck! You don't think so. Well, is there or isn't there?"

"I'm the only female wearing a black evening gown. There is a woman in a black cocktail dress sitting at one end of the bar."

"Then you find a seat in the middle of the bar. I don't want to hit on the wrong woman.

"My name is..." she caught herself about to say, Ellie, but managed to get Rachel out in time.

"Okay, Rachel, I'll see you in ten minutes.

Sitting in the piano lounge of a Radisson Hotel, drinking a cherry coke wasn't Ellie's idea of a good time. But $500 was a huge paycheck for a short period of time, and Ellie fully expected to be sent out again that night.

Doing as she had been instructed, Ellie found a seat in the middle of the bar and ordered a cherry coke. Two men seated to her left began staring at her. Ellie wondered if they had already struck out with the woman at the end of the bar. She waited, anticipating that one, or both of them would approach her before Mr. Smith arrived.

But she got lucky. Mr. Smith arrived moments later, all six feet two. He was slightly out of shape, but he was dressed nicely, and he had a warm smile. As he drew closer, she noted his eyes were a rich, caramel brown.

"Mr. Smith, I presume?"

"Rachel?"

"In the flesh," she said. It was spontaneous on her part and caused Smith to take a step back, and then smile.

"I like you," he said, signaling the bartender for service.

The bartender hurried over and took his order for a scotch and soda, and another drink for Ellie.

After taking a sip of his scotch, Mr. Smith said, "Would you like to dance?"

Ellie chuckled and said, "But there isn't any music playing."

"There is for me," he said, and Ellie decided that she liked him, and stood up. He took her hand, but instead of dancing, he led her to a table in a darker, more secluded, area then the bar.

His first name was Marvin. She was to call him Marv.

In hardly any time at all, Ellie had her foot concealed in Marvin's crotch, and Marv was slowly massaging her calf as they conversed as if nothing unusual was going on.

Ellie watched his eyes as she manipulated her toes to fondle his hardening cock through the material of his trousers. Silently, she mouthed the words, 'Take it out.'

"You think?" he said.

She nodded vigorously, and pressed her foot against his swollen member.

He nodded his agreement and Ellie took a gulp of her cherry coke as his hands drifted under the tablecloth.

She gave him a wanton smile on feeling his cock throb against the sole of her foot. Then she lifted her other foot and laid it in his lap. He stopped to remove her shoe and Ellie scissored his cock with both feet as it found its way out of his pants. Further conversation was futile. 

Other than, Marvin's comment, "You're very talented, Rachel."

She nodded, thanking him and began working her feet up and down his rigid prick. She pressed her heels into his balls, pinning them against his body.

"Careful..." he gasped.

She shifted in her chair, wishing her legs were longer, and tried to apply more pressure against his testicles. Marvin countered by shifting as well, putting some distance between her foot and his testes.

The bartender wandered over to see if any additional drinks were needed, and Ellie used his arrival as an excuse to stand and smooth her gown.

"We're good," Marvin told the bartender.

Ellie turned and started walking toward the hotel lobby, turning once to call out, "Don't forget my shoes, dear."

The politician laughed and threw a twenty down and told the bartender to keep the change, and hurried after Ellie, who waited for him at the elevator.

Once they were in the elevator, Marvin had Ellie in his arms. He kissed her deeply, and she could feel his still swollen cock pressing against her. They broke off quickly when the door opened on his floor, but no one was there.

Ellie laughed inanely all the way to his room. She was amazed at how she had acted and how vibrantly alive she felt. By the door, she nibbled at his ear as he fumbled to get the magnetic card key in the lock. 

Inside the room Ellie sucked his tongue into her mouth, running hers along the underside and over his.

She was pleased with the taste of him. With an eagerness that both pleased and surprised him, she reached between them to find his stiff cock and rubbed it through his clothing with one hand, while undoing his belt with the other.

They found themselves kissing again as they struggled to shed the remainder of their clothing.




Introduction to Sex Ch. 05



Marvin's pants pooled around his ankles, while Ellie helped him off with his suit jacket and undid his tie.

She wore no bra, and he contented himself with playing with her breasts as she calmly unbuttoned his shirt.

He pulled on each of her taut nipples and she moaned from the pleasure it brought her.

She pulled his hands from her breasts and brought them to her mouth and sucked on them. Then she paused to unbutton each cuff on the shirt and slipped the shirt off him.

Kicking her gown away to the side, Ellie stood defiantly before him clad only in a garter belt that held her thigh high stockings up, and high heeled shoes that showed her legs off.

"Christ, but you're a knockout," he said, and meant it.

"Thank you, you're not so bad yourself, ' she replied, staring at his erection.

Seconds later, she was kneeling before him as he steadied himself against the wall, while she lifted his feet to remove his shoes, one at a time. Looking up at him, she pulled off his socks and tossed them and his trousers onto a nearby chair.

Marvin stood there in front of her, his cock bulging out of his white boxer shorts. Ellie hooked her thumbs into his waistband and pulled his underwear slowly down as his fingers tightened into fists in her hair.

"Feel up to a nice blowjob?" she inquired innocently, as his cock bobbed up and down in front of her face.

He was speechless at her actions. Marvin had never encountered a prostitute with such skills and he had plenty of experience with them, some ten years, in fact.

Ellie didn't wait for him to find his voice, following her instincts, and strangely enough, finding herself aroused at the control she was wielding over her client, she kissed the head of his cock and started stroking him.

Marvin's knees began to tremble, but he steadied himself by bracing himself against a chair.

Ellie moved her thumb over the moist tip of his manhood, spreading the oozing precum over it. When he groaned, she abandoned the stroking and cupped his balls. Her mouth slowly closed down, enveloping his cock, and at the same time she began rolling his testicles in her hand. She squeezed them, but not all that hard, and he moaned again and finding his voice at last, murmured, "I'm gonna cum!"

She resorted to a trick Vivian had taught her, and released his balls and took his member in her fist at its base and held him tight, trapping the cum in his cum-filled balls.

"Oh, Christ!" Marvin swore, unsure as to whether he should be delighted or frustrated at her actions.

She took her mouth off him long to look up into his eyes and husk, "Do you like it?"

Marvin nodded, and Ellie squeezed him again; only a little harder.

"Answer me!" she demanded in a low voice, "Do you like that?"

"Yes," he whispered. "I like it."

"Want me to stop?"

"No," he said immediately. "Don't ... don't stop."

She teased him even more, saying, "Or would you rather cum and then I'll let you eat me?"

"Yes... yes!"

"Yes, what?"

"Make me cum. I want to eat you!"

They stood there for a moment, his cock rampart before her face. She had one hand on his hip holding him still. His hands rested lightly on her head.

"Okay," she said, "cum for me, baby!" 

And released her grip, freeing the pent up pressure and he spewed his load - the heaviest load he'd released since his teenage years — right into Ellie's face. 

Her eyes and eyebrows, chin, mouth and neck were covered with his sperm.

"Now kiss me," she whispered lewdly, and he did, eventually cleaning her face with his tongue.



Introduction to Sex Ch. 06



Ava Gardenia reacted predictably on hearing first hand from Marvin about Ellie's talents.

"Oh yeah, that's it baby, right there. Fuck me with your long tongue. Mmmm, don't stop now. Oh, yeah, fuck it, oh, yeah!"

In bed, Gardener sounded like a sailor ashore for the first time in months. She seemed to take a perverse pleasure in telling Ellie just how much she loved doing women. 

At this point, with her ass stuck up in the air, and her face being squeezed between Gardener's meaty thighs, Ellie wondered if she'd have a blister on the tip of her tongue the following morning. It was two AM, and they had been going at it since Marvin's phone call at eleven.

Gardener had had Ellie, (Rachel to her) tongue-fucking and clit-licking her for three consecutive hours.

"How many times have you cum?" Ellie asked, trying to tell her boss that she was tiring rapidly without alienating her.

"Don't know ... but, let's make it one more and we'll call it quits all right?"

Ellie had no choice but to say, "All right, one more," and renewed her cunt-lapping.

"Yes, baby, give it to mama. Make me squeal like a pig, honey!" Gardener went back to her verbal encouragement, gripping the bed sheet in both hands and grinding her hips up against Ellie's face as she writhed trying to reach that exalted plateau.

Several minutes passed. Ellie had two fingers reaming out Gardener's ass while she devoured the woman's clit before she finally felt her boss stiffen. She quickly raised her head before it was crushed by the woman's powerful, but careless thighs.

Gardener screamed throughout her almost convulsive climax.

After, she cooed, "Damn you're a hot little piece of ass. I swear I saw stars that time."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Ellie said.

"Rachel, after what I heard about your technique this evening, I'm doubling your rate. From now on, you start at a $1000, and if you continue getting such favorable results you'll be drawing $5000 a trick. I've never had any girl do as well as you did this evening. And then you proved yourself all over again in bed with me. I want you to keep the entire $500. You've earned it. Marvin will be singing your praises all over town. Oh, not just anywhere; but where it counts the most - with the big spenders."

That was certainly not what Ellie had expected to hear after her first night on the job, and she went home eager to tell Mel and Rachel all about it.

Ellie awoke at 8 o'clock the next morning, feeling fine, except for her jaw, which she had worked to extremes the night before.

Stumbling out of the shower, she tugged on a pair of sweatpants and a tank top. Gathering her hair up in a loose knot on top of her head, she wandered into the kitchen and met Mel, who had just finished making a pot of coffee.

"Hey, beautiful!" Mel called out in greeting.

"Hi, Mel. God, I ... my jaw feels awful."

"I found a lot of money on the kitchen counter next to your purse," Mel said. Are you paying the rent for us?"

Ellie laughed and said, "That's my reward for last night's work."

"Wow!" Mel said and began counting the money.

"Its five hundred, Mel."

"Jesus Christ!" she gasped and dropped the money as if it were hot.

Ellie told her all about her time with her first client.

Just as she finished, Rachel walked into the kitchen totally nude.

"Tell her what you did with your feet," Mel said, urging Ellie on. 

Ellie told her story again, this time adding her adventure with Ava Gardener.

As Ellie told Rachel her story, Mel knelt behind Rachel and grabbing her around the hips, mashed her face into the others cunt.

Rachel sighed and spread her legs slightly to give her more access.

"Suck on my tits", Rachel moaned as Mel's tongue continued to slurp up her juices, Mel's chin was already dripping wet from Rachel's excited pussy.

Ellie happily obliged her, hoping her jaw would relax as a result, and flicked her tongue against the hard nipple hanging down. Rachel turned slightly so her breast stood out toward Ellie and Ellie enclosed the nipple in her mouth and bit down gently on it.

The sweet smell of sex filled her nostrils as she heard Mel's slurping sounds speed up. Rachel put her hand behind Ellie's head and forced her mouth tighter against her tit, so I opened my mouth and played tag with the taut nipple.

All to soon Rachel started moaning and her body starting to jerk, as she climaxed from the ministrations of Mel's talented mouth.

When Melanie fell away from Rachel, her entire face was covered with her juices. And, as her tongue flicked around licking up as much of the secreted residue as she could reach, Mel reminded Ellie of someone eating a watermelon in the field.

Then as was becoming customary between the girls, both Mel and Rachel fell upon Ellie and ate her to several monstrous orgasms.

Later, Rachel offered her opinion to Ellie. "I personally think you have too much hair around that pussy of yours."

"You think?" Ellie replied glancing down at herself.

"I think your clients will like a shaved pussy even more than they like it now," Mel added a moment later.

"Then its settled," Rachel said and stood up.

"What's settled?" Ellie said, confused by their comments.

"We're going to shave your pussy."

"Don't worry," Mel said kindly, "You'll really like the feel of it."

"It does take some getting used to," Rachel added."

Ellie wasn't entirely convinced, although when she thought about how inviting both Melinda's and Rachel's pussy's looked she decided to do as the Roman's did, and dropped any reluctance she had had on the matter.

They led Ellie to the bathroom where she sat on the counter with her legs spread. Rachel gently applied the shaving cream, and Ellie smiled as her fingers lingered much longer than necessary in the folds of Ellie's cunt.

Ellie found herself moaning when Rachel began teasing her clit, and involuntarily closed her thighs to seal the not so errant hand in place.

"You better open up," Melanie giggled, "or we'll have to spank you."

"I will if you'll stop teasing me. Shave me or eat me out, I don't care, but do one or the other."

"We can do both," Melanie said jubilantly.

"We can't," Rachel said, being more practical.

"So shave me," Ellie said, although laughing as she said it.

Rachel grew serious and soon had Ellie as bald as a baby. But knowing her business, she lathered Ellie's pussy again, and shaved her once more, this time going against the grain in order to get any stubble that might have escaped the first time around.

When she finished, Ellie held a mirror to look between her legs and found that she was in a state of high arousal; her inner labia engorged and poking out at least an inch. Prior to being shaved, her labia had been somewhat hidden by her pubic hair, and this added to her excitement.

Melanie knelt before Ellie and gave her a quick lick from her anus to clit. Ellie moaned from the warmth and softness of Melanie's tongue as it slid so easily along her slit, and her juices began to flow freely.

Ellie felt Rachel cup her face with her hands and opened her eyes. They kissed, swapping saliva, and after prolonging the kiss for a while, Rachel positioned herself so that her cunt hovered inches from Ellie's open mouth. Ellie planted her lips against the soft flesh in front of her pubic mound and licked, allowing her tongue to apply pressure into the front of Rachel's slit. She could smell the pungent odor of Rachel's rapidly moistening cunt, and soon her chin was wet with the other's juices.

Meanwhile, Mel had her mouth glued to Ellie's bald pussy; her tongue exploring every nook and cranny of her freshly shaven nookie.

Ellie shivered with excitement as the intense sensations of Melanie's skilled technique built between her legs. She was going to reach a climax soon and knew it.

Tearing her own face from Rachel's cunt, Ellie gasped, "Lick up toward the top, lick my clit!"

Melanie laughed and complied.

"Oh, fuck, that feels good..." Ellie sobbed happily, and returned to suck tenderly upon Rachel's clit. A moment later, her head snapped back and she grunted as a series of intense shock waves washed over her.

Melanie's lithe, pink tongue came up and grazed over and under her sensitive nub sending her into a mini orgasm. Ellie could feel her wetness flowing out of her and onto her inner thighs. While Mel's eager tongue continually swirled and probed over the length of her slit; her lips pulling and sucking delightedly at the folds of Ellie's pussy.

"OH, GOD..." Ellie moaned, and pulled Rachel's cunt so that it was mashed against her mouth. She was determined to get Rachel off before she came herself. And in the recesses of her mind, Ellie knew that she still had to do Melanie as well.

"Like it?" That was Melanie asking Ellie.

"Mmmm" Ellie moaned not taking her mouth from Rachel.

Then Rachel was heard from. "Oh, I love it when you do this to me..."

The phone began to ring ... and ring ... and ring. Finally the girls separated and Rachel, after swearing at it, answered.

It was a classmate calling to announce that the latest grades had been posted, and that they should get on over to the hall and see how they had made out.

Both Melanie and Rachel threw on some clothing and dashed out leaving Ellie alone in the apartment, and unsatisfied.

The phone rang again. It was Ava Gardenia, and Ellie found that she was wanted for an afternoon session ... with two gentlemen. The fee was $5000! And half of it was hers. Ellie was elated! Five thousand dollars ... and they had specifically asked for her.

Ellie had two hours before meeting them at a posh address in Buckhead, and made the most of it, taking pains with her makeup and hairstyle, as well as agonizing over which outfit she would be taking off moments after meeting them.

Imagine her surprise when, on entering the elegant manor she found herself greeted by a very vertically challenged man wearing a skin tight, black leather outfit.

"I'm not what you expected, eh?"

"No ... but..."

"Never mind," he said, "my name is Armand, and my cock is normal sized." He stroked the outline of his erection through the black leather and smiled at Ellie.

For the record, Armand stood three feet, five inches and was fairly handsome, with a Van Dyke beard and muscular frame.

"My colleague, Bertrand, you'll be happy to hear," Armand told her, "is quite normal. He laughed, and rubbed his beard. "Well, not in the cock department. There he's abnormal ... in what I'm sure you'll find enjoyable. You do enjoy a good fucking, don't you?"

Ellie regained her composure and smiled. "Yes, I do. And I hope you both enjoy ... fucking me as well."

"Well said!" Armand cried out, and Ellie noted that his voice was a deep baritone, and not high pitched as she thought a midget's might be.

"Is that her?" A voice called out from the next room, and then the body behind the voice entered the room to see what Ellie looked like.

If Ellie had been surprised by Armand's lack of height, she was just as flabbergasted by Bertrand's appearance. He was naked, and his body was completely covered with tattoos; from head to toe, his skin a tapestry of artwork. Ellie could not take her eyes off him. She had never seen a man whose face was covered with a myriad of tattoos, and her face revealed as much.

"What's your name sweetheart?" the tattooed man asked, seemingly ignoring her blatant staring.

"Huh? Oh, what?" Ellie said, hardly hearing his question.

"He asked you your name," Armand said, not unkindly, knowing that her reaction was to be expected.

"My name?"

"Yeah, your name," Bertrand said again.

Ellie ... my name is Ellie," she said forgetting that to her employer her name was Rachel.

"Would you care for some champagne?" Bertrand asked.

"That ... would be nice, thank you."

"Good, I'll pop the cork," Armand said, and went to the table where the bottle sat in a bucket of ice.

There was the usual, "POP" and the sparkling wine promptly overflowed the bottle, causing the three of them to laugh at the sight. Armand poured the champagne out into tall, thin glasses, and toasted Ellie.

"To a beautiful woman, who is to be our playmate for the night."

"To sex," Bertrand offered.

"To my first threesome," Ellie said, and brought a gale of laughter from the two men.

"No," said Bertrand, "it cannot be!"

"But it is," Ellie said demurely. "I'm new at this."

Armand studied her.

"Yes, I think I'm beginning to see that in you."

"What is it you see?" asked Bertrand.

"Honesty. A girl in the game for any appreciable length of time becomes jaded, no matter how well mannered she may be. Nothing surprises them. And Ellie, here, was certainly surprised by us, wasn't she?"

"Indeed," Bertrand said. "To the point that she's yet to ask me how I came by me tattoos."

Putting down her glass, Ellie asked just that. "So how did you get them?"

"I ... we, I should say, work in the circus. I'm the tattooed man. Well, you can see that. I've traveled extensively, and in the process, got into the habit of getting a tattoo in any interesting place I happened to be. It was in Tahiti that I first saw a face covered with ink. I had to make several trips to a special island to get mine. Now, Armand is vertically challenged, and..."

"I'm a little person," Armand interjected. 

"Please keep that in mind."

"My apologies, my good friend. I'm terribly sorry."

"Forget it," the little man said with a good natured grin. I hear it every day of my life.

"Um," Ellie began, but paused to make certain she was not interrupting anyone. "I'm not sure where, or when we begin, you know?"

"At the beginning, where else?" Bertrand said, and laughed.

"So, Armand, shall we begin?"

"We begin," the midget agreed.

Bertrand took Ellie by than hand and led her to the bedroom. The very touch of his tattooed hand on hers excited her, but she did not become anxious, only more relaxed. Bertrand nuzzled her neck. "I can't wait to see Armand fucking you," he whispered in her ear, and slipped a hand under her skirt.

Ellie found herself growing wet with anticipation. She knew she was going to experience a memorable evening.

His hand went straight to her lace covered cunt. She did record the fact that Armand had joined them on the bed, sans his leather outfit.

Bertrand touched her, and her body jerked. He nibbled an earlobe, and then moved away while Ellie tried to catch her breath.

He's a skilled lover, she thought. No rushing him. I wonder what Armand is like, she asked herself, and soon found out.

The little man took her in his arms, at first it felt awkward, making the adjustment, but she soon forgot all about any height disparity, for he proceeded to kiss her cheek, her neck, and her jaw, before touching her lips.

She opened her mouth to receive his tongue, and was startled to find it much longer than average. When it actually caressed her tonsils, she seized upon it as if it were a cock, and began to suck it. In the background, she heard Bertrand laughing, she knew it was because Armand's long tongue had caught her unawares, and started to laugh with him, but began coughing and Armand had to retract his tongue while she recovered.

"Any other surprises?" she asked after regaining her composure.

"I think not," Bertrand said, and she nodded approvingly. She turned to Armand and said, I liked that, but I tried to laugh at Bertrand's remark and that set off a different reaction. I'm sorry."

"No need to be sorry," Armand said. And just then, Bertrand came from behind her and swept her hair to the side and kissed the back of her neck. His tattooed body pressed against her, his hands on her hips pulling them back against his groin. Armand moved closer in front, pushing his pulsing cock against her belly.

Ellie's mind wandered. I've thought about being sandwiched between two men as a fantasy while masturbating. Of being surrounded; a man in front, a man behind, strong arms holding me, and two mouths leaving wet marks on my skin. And now there were two mouths, and four hands, and two erections, as yet shielded from me by my clothing, but impossible to ignore as they pressed themselves against me. I'm living a fantasy.

Bertrand ran his hands along her thighs, inching up her skirt and sliding his hands beneath to find her bare flesh. Armand tugged her shirt from her waistband and worked the buttons without fumbling. They both kissed her, covering her neck, throat, shoulders, back, over her clothing and under, leaving no spot unattended. Bertrand gave her such a tender soul kiss that Ellie thought she was going to melt away to a pool of mush.

She never realized that she no longer wore any clothing. Even the garter belt and stockings were removed without her being aware of it. Armand was nibbling on her shoulder when she came out of the stupor they had put her in. Bertrand was on his knees in front of her. His head at her waist. Ellie was startled and moved back, but Armand was there to keep her between them.

"I..."

"Shhh." Armand whispered in her ear. He had one tiny hand curved on her rib cage, just below her breast. The other anchored her hip. Bertrand put both hands on her hips, one a little higher than Armand's. He leaned forward and kissed her belly. Ellie's muscles leaped, but their hands kept her still.

Bertrand lips skated along her inner thigh, and she involuntarily widened her thighs.

She couldn't remember being this aroused. Bertrand was about to place his mouth on her sex. She realized she was frozen in place. A deer in the headlights.

"Shhh, Ellie, shhh." He said soothingly, as Armand kissed her hip bone and then her other thigh. Then her knee.

She giggled as Armand's small hand caressed her calf, stroking downward, lifting her foot. He looked up at her with a sly grin.

"We'll take good care of you," he said.

Bertrand left a thin trail of saliva as he licked upward to her belly button and poked his tongue into it, garnering another giggle from Ellie.

Armand kissed the back of her knee and sent a thrill rocketing through her body.

'Strange, ' she thought. 'That never happened before.'

Bertrand left her for a moment to strip the comforter off the bed, and then took her hand and had her lie down, with her head on the pillow.

"Look at her," Bertrand said. "Fucking gorgeous, eh?"

"Helluva hottie," Armand said in agreement.

Ellie's eyes roved over Bertrand's tattoos, and only belatedly took in his penis. It too was covered with a snake-like design, but there was more....

"Oh, my God." Ellie gasped. Bertrand laughed, looking down at his cock. His pierced cock. The ring, large enough to look scary, lay against the side of the head.

"Jesus, Bertrand, why did you do that to yourself?"

Bertrand laughed again and stroked himself, up and down, as his hand passed over the ring. "I'll let you figure that out."

Ellie blinked, fascinated. "Come here."

He obliged, crawling over to her. She got up on her knees to get a better look. She touched him, and he made a little noise. She stroked him, up and down, the way he'd done. The ring rubbed her palm, the metal warm and smooth.

Bertrand sighed and put his hand over hers, pumping it up and down. "That's good."

Armand joined them, covering her breasts with his hands, kneading them gently. Slowly, he teased the nipple erect, his mouth hot and wet on her shoulder blade. Eventually, Armand put his other hand lower and began rubbing small circles over her sex. Ellie's clit was swollen with desire, but she continued stroking Bertrand.

Armand coaxed her into shifting her body so that she was no longer on her knees, but sitting between his legs, her back against him, his hands doing magical things to her breasts and cunt and his mouth still sucking gently on the side of her neck.




Introduction to Sex Ch. 06



I never would have believed a little person could be this good... this... Ellie lost all thought then, as Armand's fingers - all of them - entered her well lubricated cunt, and he commenced fisting her.

Bertrand's breathing had quickened, and she glanced at him through half-lidded eyes. His eyes were a little glazed, and sweat had beaded along his hairline. He put his hand in her hair, tangling and tugging it a little, causing her to cry out and arch further against Armand's opening and clenching fist inside her.

As she grew somewhat accustomed to Armand's fist, she noticed his penis throbbing against her back. She lowered a hand and began rubbing her own moisture over her clit. She knew that when this orgasm came, it was going to be the best one she'd ever had. She was surprised, but not disappointed that she hadn't already cum several times, but was enjoying every touch, every thrill the two unusual men were bestowing upon her.

"Slow up," Bertrand whispered, his smoky voice making her body contract with pleasure.

Armand carefully removed his hand from her cunt, and wiped it on the sheet.

"Gonna lay you down," Armand said softly.

He did, moving from behind her and pushing the pillows beneath her head to make certain of her comfort. Armand began again, caressing her right leg, then her hip and belly, his eyes on her, his smile reassuring.

Bertrand kissed her knee again, and she giggled again, the sound breathy and hoarse. He moved slightly and kissed her calf, then the bone of her ankle. He took her foot between his hands and massaged it, then pressed a kiss to her instep. Her whole body jerked. 

She had never been fucked like this. Not even close to it. Every touch was a sensation leading to yet another sensation; this last sent a bolt of electricity so powerful it felt as if he had slid his cock into her. But Armand's tiny fist was still firmly lodged in there, and as she giggled again she vaguely wondered again why she wasn't coming continually.

She jerked again and bumped Armand's nose, making him grunt and wince, proving once again that really good sex still needs choreography.

"Warn me next time, will you?" Armand said.

Bertrand laughed, his eyes locked on Ellie's. "I think she's enjoying this. Maybe she should be paying us," he said.

Ellie might have been offended by the remark, but she wasn't. There was something very sexy about it, the two of them talking about her the way she imagined men talk about women when they can't hear. If they'd softened their words, tried for romance the situation would have seemed ridiculous.

"She's got such pretty feet," Bertrand said, and kissed the sole of her foot. He ran his tongue along the sole and made her squirm with delight.

"Um," Armand said agreeably, as he passed the flat of his hand down over her breasts to her belly. "She's really wet. Touch her."

Bertrand put her foot down and leaned forward to touch her. He licked his lips and Ellie, for the first time, saw his tongue stud flash.

"I bet she has the sweetest taste," he said.

"Her nipples are really sweet. You should try them first," Armand told him.

Bertrand nodded, and slid up her body to take a nipple between his lips before Ellie had time to take a normal breath. Like the ring through his penis, the tongue stud felt warm and smooth, and she gasped as he worked it against her flesh.

Ellie gasped again, as Armand joined Bertrand, taking the other nipple between his teeth and worrying it as Bertram rubbed his stud against the tip of the other nipple. She wondered fleetingly if they would kiss each other. But that never happened.

She laughed at their antics, although always enjoying the sensual delight they were providing.

"She's got a sexy laugh, doesn't she? Armand said.

"She's got sexy everything," Bertrand replied, and applied a greater suction to the elongated nipple than he had before.

Bertrand's hand slipped between her legs and stroked her clit, his touch different than Armand's. Less sure, she told herself. But the skipping hesitation of his fingers was unbearably arousing. Everything in her body began to draw together, tighten, contract and tense. She had to force herself to remember to breathe.

Armand put his tiny hand between her legs too, for one moment holding her while Bertrand kept up his uneven pace. Then she felt a tiny finger slip inside her, followed by another and another, until his fist was reinserted.

Ellie made a strange noise.

"Fuck," Bertrand muttered, "Let's see if we can get her to do that again."

They didn't expect Ellie to answer, and she didn't. They took care of her, Armand sometimes murmuring direction to Bertrand, who took it without seeming to bristle. It was two men working jointly to bring her pleasure.

Ellie opened her eyes. They were looking at her, but not at her face. Their expressions of concentration would have had her giggling if she'd had the breath for it. They both started at her cunt like it held the secrets of the universe. Armand worked his hand in as far as the wrist. Bertrand teased her clit.

Ellie grunted and moaned. She was this close to coming, and lifted her hips, trying to send Armand's fist in deeper.

"Sit up, baby," Armand said, as Bertrand helped her.

Once again, Ellie felt the extreme loss as the tiny fist left her gapingly open. The men moved her to the edge of the bed so her feet met the floor. Armand slid around behind her, straddling her back, and pulling her to rest against his chest and face. Bertrand, who'd been busy putting on a condom while Armand arranged her, settled between her legs and put his hands on her hips.

"Won't it rip?" Ellie asked.

He grinned and shook his tattooed head, "Nah."

Armand's arms were wrapped around her ribs, just below her breasts, holding her steady.

"Are you ready?"

"I've been ready for hours,"' she said, and then giggled, thinking how sweet it was of him to ask.

Bertrand shifted his feet and gripped his cock at the base, guiding it to her wide open slit. He didn't push inside her right away.

"Shhh." Armand whispered into her ear, brushing the hair off her neck so he could kiss her there. "Relax."

Bertrand eased his way into Ellie. She tensed, expecting the ring to hurt somewhat. But felt only a different sort of pressure. He had a long, thin penis, and when he pushed in to the hilt Ellie squeaked at the sensation. Bertrand looked up, his brow furrowed in concentration.

"Christ, Armand, she's still tight."

"Is that bad?" Armand asked.

"No, but..." he paused and asked Ellie, "Are you all right?"

Not trusting her voice, she nodded. Bertrand smiled. Armand kissed her neck.

"Fuck her now," Armand said.

Bertrand nodded and looked at Ellie for confirmation. She licked her mouth. "Yes, fuck me."

At the sound of her voice, Armand shuddered. Bertrand throbbed inside her, and with a slow deliberation, he began to pump in and out of her. After a minute or so, Bertram hooked his hands under her knees, bending them, pushing her back against Armand and deepening his angle.

Ellie cried out. Bertrand didn't stop, but murmured, "You okay?"

"Yes," she managed. "Oh, God..."

Armand's penis, hot and hard rubbed her spine with Bertrand's every thrust. Armand's breath got hoarse in her ear, as he slipped a hand to fondle her clit between Bertram's thrusts. The dual pleasure had Ellie clawing her fingers into the crumpled sheets.

In her mind, she had imagined the way two men might fuck her. One in her mouth, one in her cunt. One in each hand. One entering the front, and one from the rear, and one from the rear while sucking off the one in front. But she had never imagined this, her every need being met.

She looked to the side, at the mirror over the dresser. As neatly as a painting, it framed the three of them within it. She had to blink to make sure it was her.

Sweat from Bertram's brow dripped onto her belly as he concentrated on not losing himself in a climax just yet. The three of them rocked in unison. Armand took his hand from her clit and held it to her mouth.

"Spit," he said.

She filled his palm with saliva, and he slid his hand between them and she felt his fingers close around his cock, lubricating it with wetness from Ellie's lips.

The thought of what he was doing excited her even more. In another moment, he'd pulled her back against him and returned to stroking her clit, but now his cock slid smoothly against her skin.

It fit into the groove of her spine as neatly as Bertram's cock fit into the cleft of her cunt.

Suddenly Ellie bore down as she enjoyed the first spasm of pleasure before erupting into her orgasm. Bertram let out a grunt. His fingers dug into the backs of her knees.

"Coming!" Ellie exclaimed.

Bertram was close as well, but suddenly Ellie was concerned about Armand.

"Armand ... are you?"

"Shhh, baby," he whispered. "I'm almost there."

Everything seemed focused on the pleasure between her legs, and Ellie moaned. Off in the distance she heard skin slapping, and sucking noises. Someone called her name.

A disembodied voice yelled, "I'm gonna cum!" and she knew that it was Bertrand.

"C'mon, Ellie. Go over!" Armand's voice purred smoothly.

She would have anyway, even if he had not urged her to. And for one brilliant instant, the universe became a giant fist, closing. Then it opened tossing out the stars and moons and planets and cosmos. Pleasure so fierce it left her breathless ached her back and she heard herself cry out, wordlessly.

Slick heat spurted against her spine and Armand's hand on her hip bore down hard enough that she would see the red marks minutes later. He heard him groan as he continued ejaculating on her body.

Bertrand thrust inside her once more with a shout, then stopped, shuddering. He moved a second later, once, twice, then stopped again, and bowed his head. As sweat poured from his forehead, he loosened his grip on her knees and let them gently down.

They stayed that way for a minute, gathering their collective breaths. Bertrand kissed Ellie's temple and smoothed his hands up and down her sides.

Armand cupped her breasts.

Bertrand was the first to get up. "I need a shower," he said and walked toward the bathroom.

Armand nursed contentedly on Ellie's breasts until Bertrand returned wrapped in a towel. When he sat on the edge of the bed, Armand hopped off and went to shower himself.

Ellie lay there, totally at peace. The electricity of her orgasm still reverberated within her, and she was content to lay there until it ran its course.

Bertrand took his towel off and gently ran it over Ellie's back and legs.

"That's so nice, thank you," she said.

"You're welcome," he said.

"Can I shower when Armand comes out?"

"Of course, but you do know we're going to do it again, don't you?"

"I certainly hope so. The two of you were magnificent."

"Next time is for us. We won't be as gentle with you."

"I don't mind a little rough sex," Ellie said and giggled.

"I love that giggle of yours," he said. "It makes you sound like a school girl."

"I know," Ellie said, and giggled again for his benefit as Armand came out of the bathroom holding a very sizable erection in his right hand.

"Ellie, look what I've got for you," he said, hopping up on the bed.

She never got to take her shower.

Instead, Bertrand escorted her to the oversized armchair some six feet from the foot of the bed and sat down, then turned Ellie around so she was facing the bed and pulled her onto his lap and his erection. Her feet dangled inches above the floor and her ass rested comfortably against his crotch.

"Lift up," he said.

She did, and he eased his member into her silky moist, pussy.

There is nothing on earth as comforting as that first instant when a penis enters a moistened cunt. That holds true for both man and woman. The reasons for this may differ, and differ widely, but non-the-less, that wonderful feeling remains a constant ... for everyone.

He wrapped his callused hands around her waist and they both groaned with satisfaction as he started moving her up and down.

She was facing away from him and so saw Armand, still clenching his hardon in his right hand, advancing toward them. When he was only two feet away, he shoved a footrest in front of the armchair and climbed up on it. Then standing directly in front of Ellie's face, he tendered his cock to her.

Ellie opened her mouth and sucked it in, using her hands to guide it. It wasn't that long, but it was thick and her lips hugged it tightly. She matched her own cocksucking rhythm to the one Bertrand had established. In and out. In and out. And while both men grunted, she dropped her right hand into her crotch and gently teased her clit. A moment later, she instinctively reached out with her left hand and began fondling Armand's balls.

Armand let out a moan that started in the back of his throat, but quickly uttered a series of what to Ellie were incomprehensible, or foreign words.

She knew they were words, because Bertrand answered him. She hoped they weren't being critical of her performance, because she was trying as hard as possible to please them, and thought she'd done a better than decent job of it.

Then she felt Bertrand's cock expand, and, being young and naïve, she closed her eyes and imagined they were perfectly happy with her efforts, and were praising her ability to accept them both simultaneously.

Suddenly, she realized she could understand Armand. "Harder," he said, as Bertrand's humping increased in tempo, his breathing now ragged and hoarse.

Ellie wasn't sure if Armand wanted her to suck harder or squeeze harder, so she did both.

Armand grasped the back of her head and stilled her motions. "Now bite it."

She scrunched up my face and looked up at him questioningly.

"Bite ... my ... cock."

Does he want me to just take it in my mouth and give it a mighty chomp, or am I supposed to give it small little bites all along the shaft?' she wondered.

She did both.

"Oh, yeah, baby, that's good," Armand moaned. "Harder, honey, harder."

It wasn't as easy as it might seem, for Bertrand was now raising her higher than he had, and then dropping her down upon his pulsing cock. To Ellie, it felt good. No, it was better than good. It was wonderful; it was a series of fantastic sensations, each one seemingly better than the one preceding it.

And, lost in her wave of sensations, Ellie bit a little too hard. Not hard enough to draw blood, but Armand had felt a good pressure exerted by her teeth. She was also squeezing his tiny testicles in her fist, not as an afterthought, but reflexively.

Armand grunted ... loudly, and slammed his hips forward, causing her teeth to rake the length of his cock. This did draw blood. Not that he seemed to mind, for he exploded, sending a torrent of cum into her mouth. Ellie tried to suck it up and swallow it. Seeing herself as a professional, she thought it unseemly to choke on a man's semen. And she did manage to get a significant amount down her throat and avoided embarrassing herself before her clients.

Armand held her head in place until his dick went limp. Then, with his hand still ensnarled in her hair, he jerked himself from her mouth and fell off the footrest to the floor and curled up in a ball, started snoring.

Bertrand was laughing at his friend as he slamming Ellie down on his cock. Ellie feeling the increased pressure building in his cock, increased the speed of her fingers over her clit.

It was Ellie who came first. She stiffened her legs and let out a small scream as the orgasm rolled over her. Bertrand was mere seconds behind, giving her one last slam before sending his boiling fluids into the deepest part of her.

They rested for a minute, and then Bertrand scooped her up, and carefully stepped over the sleeping Armand, carried her to the bed and laid her down as gently as possible, then joined her on the bed.

They slept for several hours, until Ellie woke to find Armand's face buried in her cunt, slurping happily away.

She made him fuck her. They woke Bertrand and he fucked her, then completely sated, they went to sleep until eleven that morning.

Needless to say, Ellie's got very favorable comments from both men, and Ava G. moved Ellie or Rachel, to the top of her request list. Ellie had hit the big time.



Introduction to Sex Ch. 07



Ellie felt so good about her success in the escort business that she decided to call home.

Her mother answered on the second ring. "Hello?"

"Mom?"

"Ellie ... is that you?"

"Yes."

"My god, Ellie, is it really you? I thought..."

"I'm fine, Mom, really, I'm fine."

"Where are you?"

"At the moment I'm in Atlanta, but I'm headed to the airport."

"Where ... where are you going? Are you coming home?"

"No, Mom, I'm not ready to come home ... just yet."

"Oh..."

"Mom, I'm fine. How are you?"

"I'm well. I do miss you so much, Ellie."

"Have you seen any of my friends?"

"Yes, Donny has stopped by. He always asks if I've heard from you," her mother said, not mentioning that he was now her lover.

Ellie felt a thrill in her loins at the mention of Donny's name.

"How is he?"

"Fine ... he misses you. You should call him."

"Maybe I will," Ellie said, gnawing at a fingernail.

"Look, Ellie, if you're not coming home ... at least call me once a week."

"Sure Mom. I'll do it, so until next week, okay?"

"I love you, Sweetheart/"

"I love you, too Mom."

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Ellie's newest client was something of a mystery man to Ava Gardena. All she knew was that he was a powerful man and broached no mistakes from the women he paid for. They did his bidding with no questions asked. That wasn't something all her girls were equipped to do, and so, with some trepidation, she approached Ellie in hopes that she would be able to carry it off.

"I don't know ... I never know beforehand, what he's going to demand of my girls."

"Ava, I..."

Ava interrupted Ellie.

"I know you're good, Ellie. I know that. But this guy..."

"I can handle him, I know I can," Ellie was quick to say, perhaps to quick.

"All right," Ava replied. "Here's the address. Remember, if things get out of hand, leave. I won't hold it against you. This guy might be all right. But he might be dangerous. I had a guy like him once, years ago. He killed the girl and got away with it. The cops never even talked to him about the murder."

"Jeez," Ellie said. "Didn't even talk to him?"

"He had paid someone off, someone high up. This guy is like that, he's connected. No one's going to bother him. So be careful, understand?"

"I will, and thanks for the tip."

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Hot gusts of air puffed through the hole in the rusted fire wall separating Ellie from the engine and swirled up under her short skirt, bringing with it heat and the stink of burning oil. She had cajoled Melody into buying the Junker for her after cashing her first decent sized check.

The hot blasts warmed the insides of her bare thighs, touched the crotch of her panties as she drove toward the home of her mystery client. 

Ellie thought about how she would react to him ... and his demands.

In front of the impressive door of the house, Ellie squared her shoulders, took a deep breath, and pressed the doorbell. She nibbled nervously on her lower lip as she waited. The facade of the house was blank and uninformative - not formidable or frightening, just unhelpful. The windows were like mirrors - reflecting images of the immaculate lawns and shrubs.

The house was modern, long and low, all on one floor. The color was a spotless white. The entrance where Ellie waited was set exactly in the center of the front of the house. The door was a huge slab of wood, some four feet wide. The fixtures were brass, simple, well polished, and expensive.

The wait for her ring to be answered increased Ellie's nervousness. She wished she was certain of the time. Her watch had quit working, and she hadn't gotten around to having it repaired, or replacing it.

Reluctantly, she pressed the rectangular ivory button a second time. There was a sound, and Ellie fought the urge to step back another pace. Determinedly, she held her ground as the door swung open.

"Good morning. It's Ellie, isn't it?"

Ellie took in the man's robe, his dark hair plastered flat on his head with water.

Had he just been in the shower?

"I'm sorry," she stuttered, "I thought you said..."

"I did," he assured her calmly, his voice, a baritone, giving the impression of restrained power. "Please, come in, Rachel."

"If it's inconvenient, Mr. Jones, I could always come back later?" she timidly suggested, mentally berating herself for her shyness, and for getting off to such a bad beginning.

"Now is convenient," he said decisively. "Come in. I was just enjoying my morning workout. We can talk when I finish it."

"Is ... Is Mrs. Jones here?" Ellie asked as she followed the man reluctantly, having the feeling that the entire visit was getting off to a poor start.

"My wife is out for the day," he answered, leading the way to the glass doors that opened out on the pool and the deck. His powerful calf muscles flexed with every step.

Mr. Jones slid the glass door open, stood aside, and motioned Ellie through. Ellie blinked against the glare, and fumbled to get her dark glasses out. 

The house, built in the shape of a horseshoe, perched on a steep hillside. The open end hung out over a void.

"Have a cup of coffee, or some iced tea," Mr. Jones suggested. "I have a few more laps to go." He waved her toward a table off to one side off the pool.

"Uh, thank you." Ellie said, and decided to have a cup of coffee. The fine bone china cup clinked softly on the saucer from the shaking of her hand. A loud splash from the pool almost made her drop it. She carefully focused her attention on adding sugar and cream, then turned toward the sound of Mr. Jones as he swam the length of the pool.

Ellie wrenched her eyes away from the nude swimmer, trying not to stare. Then she couldn't help it, and looked again. His buttocks, hard and muscled, rolled slightly with every powerful arm pull, flexed strongly with every kick. Those hard globes of muscle were only slightly less tan than the strong shoulders and back. It was obvious he often "worked out" in the nude.

Perched nervously on the edge of the lounge, she tried not to stare at him as he swam but failed. She berated herself for being embarrassed at his nudity. 'You've seen a lot of naked men in the last month, for God's sake, get over it!'

Her eyes tracked him steadily from one end of the pool to the other. His quick, efficient racing turns at the end of each lap sent a glittering shower of water high in the air, and displayed a quick flash of his solid, yet trim ass.

Somehow sensing that he was almost finished, Ellie set her cup down and picked up his robe. He touched the end of the pool and stood up smoothly. 

The edge of the pool cut just above his groin, all Ellie could see was his muscular torso.

Mr. Jones placed his palms on the edge of the pool, and just before she got to him, he vaulted smoothly out. 

A wave of cool water sloshed across the deck, soaking Ellie's feet, making her dance awkwardly and ineffectively in an attempt to keep her sandals dry.

"Thanks, but I'm not done yet," he informed her, brushing the robe aside. Picking up a towel, he quickly dried his face. He seemed oblivious of his nudity.

Ellie wasn't. She tried to keep from looking at the man, but couldn't. He was solid muscle. Thick black hair coated his body. His relaxed cock was short and stubby. Even limp it had an impressive diameter. Its skin was dark, its head a dusky purple.

Her eyes focused immediately on his cock where it dangled below him, as he began doing pushups. The muscles in his arms, back and shoulders flexed powerfully, as he dipped toward the deck and then rose smoothly. She was becoming aroused, and her legs were suddenly very shaky.

Ellie's discomfort was anything but eased when her client stopped exercising and turned to sit facing her, his legs spread and his arms hooked around his knees. Her gaze went straight up between his legs to where his cock and balls nestled between his thick, hairy thighs.

"Would you hold my feet?" he asked.

"Well, I thought..."

"I still have to do my sit-ups," he informed her. "Just hold my feet."

Ellie took a tight grip on herself. She knelt on the deck, the hard concrete slightly bruising and scraping her knees. Hesitantly, she leaned forward and gripped his ankles. His skin felt warm. Her eyes focused on his bare groin. His cock was rolled slightly to one side over the lumps of his balls. Droplets of water still gleamed in the thick, black bush of pubic hair.

She felt a trickle of sweat start down from the base of her throat toward the valley between her breasts. She was suddenly conscious of her lack of a bra, and of her stiffening nipples.

Her eyes were still glued to Jim Jones's cock. It seemed to be swelling and expanding. Ellie had to assure herself that it really was getting bigger, harder and larger. She watched in amazement as it slid to one side as it continued to grow, and then as it began to rise upward.

Ellie gulped.

"Ten more," Jones panted.

"What?" Ellie said, absent-mindedly. His cock was becoming monstrous. It was laying across one thigh now, a massive lump of gristle, pulsing and still expanding.

Ellie felt his breath on her face as he sat up and stared directly into her cleavage as she leaned forward holding his ankles.

"You can let go now," he said, and quickly rose to his feet when she released her grip.

Ellie released his ankles and sat back gratefully. Her blouse brushed the tips of her breasts, making the excited nipples burn. She tore her eyes off Jones's pulsing erection and tried to meet his bold gaze.

Normally Ellie wouldn't have minded someone ogling her breasts. For that matter, she would have been perfectly happy to strip naked for a client ... if they had asked.

"Let's go swimming," he said abruptly, getting easily to his feet.

Ellie struggled upward awkwardly. "I don't have a suit," she pointed out.

Matter-of-factly, Jones said, "Neither do I."

He reached for the front of her blouse.

"You'd be surprised how a nice swim will put you in the mood ... for other things," he said, reaching for her buttons.

Ellie managed a smile as he removed her blouse. The man's all-over tan made her painfully aware of the paleness of her generous breasts. But she considered everything he'd said and done to this point to be relatively normal, and began to feel that Ava may have overstated Mr. Jones' penchant for being overly aggressive.

He unfastened her skirt, eased it over the swell of her hips and dropped it around her ankles. The top edge of her panties cut low on the gentle swell of her belly. They were nearly transparent, showing most of her swollen labia. 

Demonstrating a proficiency Ellie hadn't seen from a client before, Jones stripped her last covering down to her ankles, and then lifted her feet free of the tangle. With a final flourish, he unbuckled her sandals and stood before her.

"C'mon, Ellie," he said taking her wrist in his hand, and tugging her to her feet. She tottered after him to the edge of the pool. His grip on her arm was tight and hard as steel. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the bobbing bludgeon of his fully aroused cock.

I might like this, she thought as he walked directly off the edge of the pool, and pulled her in with him. The water blasted over her, splashing her face as her feet jarred hard against the bottom of the pool. 

The sudden chill after the merciless hot glare of the sun made her suck in a gasp of air. The icy liquid cut deep into her uncovered pussy, splattered her chest and back. There was a tug on her wrist, as Jones leaned forward and dragged Ellie with him. Then, with an abruptness that startled her, he released her.

Gamely, Ellie struck out alongside him, figuring that was what he wanted. The cool water swept over her whole body. Tickling cool currents brushed intimately over her naked skin. As she kicked, bold eddies explored the cavities of her cunt and ass.

As they swam from one end of the pool to the other, Ellie was conscious of the power of the man beside her. From time to time his bare skin would brush hers, an arm, hip, or leg that would feel scalding hot in comparison with the cool pool.

Her hand touched the end of the pool and Ellie stopped swimming, and let her legs swing under her. As Jones floated languidly beside her, she hooked her elbows over the edge of the pool, pressed her front defensively against the cool, smooth concrete. 

She twisted her head at the touch of a hand on the back of her neck, teasing her short black hair. Her nipples felt like rocks trapped against the side of the pool.

"You're an accomplished swimmer, Ellie," he observed. "Are you just as accomplished a whore?"

She had never been called a whore before, and it shocked her.

But before she could make any reply, Jones said, "I want to try something. I want to see if I can really make you come."

Ellie found her voice, and replied, "I usually come with my ... clients, Mr. Jones. That's one of the reasons I'm so popular."

To her surprise, Jones laughed. He had a nice laugh, Ellie thought, and smiled back at him.

"I know, I know," he said, still chuckling. "It's just that years ago, when I was in the Navy and using whores every chance I got, that when I got one of them off, they refunded my money. Well, that's not exactly right. They let me fuck them again, on the house."

"I see," Ellie replied, "but in this instance, you can have me as many times as you want ... for the next twenty-four hours, anyway."

"You're absolutely right. And we should get stated shouldn't we?"

"It's your call, Mr. Jones."

"Let's dry off and go inside," he said, tossing Ellie a towel.

Once inside the large living room he asked her to squat. She did so, the soles of her feet cool on the parquet flooring.

"Listen to me," he said in a more formal tone than he had used previously. "Under no circumstances should you touch yourself, I'll do all the work.

Ellie continued to squat, while watching him lube up two of his fingers. He squatted next to her, held her around the shoulders, bracing her body from falling, then slowly inserted the heavily lubed fingers into her ass.

"Not bad," Ellie said, feeling obliged to comment on his actions.

He wiggled them vigorously inside her, pushing hard against her perineum; rubbing the wall of muscle with all his strength.

It seemed only moments before Ellie squealed, 

"Oh, God!" and clutched tightly at his free arm.

"Like it?" he asked.

She could only nod as the feeling of a euphoric ecstasy rushed over her.

"Wait, it will get more interesting in a moment," he said genially.

"Ah, ah ... ohhhh!" she exclaimed, not believing what was happening to her; as a stream of what had to be piss suddenly squirted from her pussy, forming a large puddle on the parquet floor.

"You've got a lot more in there, he said quietly. "Let everything go. We can clean this up later. Bear down on me."

Ellie did as he suggested, pushing her asshole down around his hard-working fingers; not yet believing that she could be launched into orgasm like a rocket, without any pressure applied to her clit.

But it happened. Her thighs shook as she bore down, and as more fluids gushed out of her, Ellie's body was overwhelmed by wave after wave of pleasure as his fingers continued to rub even more vigorously against the pressure of her now frantically contracting sphincter.

Within a minute, Ellie collapsed, and no longer squatting, she half-slid half-fell through the puddle of bodily fluids on the parquet flooring. And when she was finished coming and hyperventilating, she realized Jones still had his fingers in her ass.

"Did you come?" he asked. There was a broad smile on his face. He was very pleased with himself.

"I ... I believe I did," she said and smiled back at him. He was definitely a different John. She thought that she would really enjoy her time with him, and that Ms.Gardenia was wrong, completely wrong about him.

"You're a squirter, Ellie. I'm guessing, of course, but I think it was your first time. Was it?"

"I... I thought I peed on the floor. Really. You're saying it was me coming... like a guy?"

"No, not like a guy, Ellie. Like a woman. A woman in heat will sometimes ejaculate a fluid like that. I expect that having done it once, you'll be able to do it again if sufficiently aroused."

Ellie filed that piece of information away and wondered what other things she would be learning from this very interesting client.

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They spent the remainder of the afternoon with Mr. Jones bringing her to one orgasm after another in unexpected ways. He introduced blindfolds, light bondage, and spanking to the list of things they were now doing with each other in a lavish, king-sized bed.

"Do you ever eat pussy?" he asked around three in the afternoon. "I mean, do you ever get asked to do that when you're out on a call?"

Ellie looked at him uneasily, not at all pleased that the world of her other tricks was even remotely entering into their time together.

He took he silence to mean that she may not have done so, and rephrased the question. "Do you even know how to eat pussy?"

Ellie snapped out of her silence, barking, "Of course, I do."

"Have you been paid to do it?"

"Sometimes," she replied, not feeling comfortable with the question.

"I'd like to see you eat a pussy, will you?"

She thought about his request. She thought about the sizable amount he was paying her, and that thus far, he had brought her an unusual amount of pleasure. It also occurred to her that another woman might divert his attention and need from her to her and that was the last thing Ellie wanted to happen that afternoon.

"I ... I wonder if that is such a good idea. I mean, I can call Ms. Gardenia, have her send over another girl ... that is, if you really want to watch us."

"I was thinking more along the lines of a woman, not a girl."

"You mean, you have someone in mind?"

"To be honest, there's a woman I've been seeing off and on for years, since before I was married. Occasionally, we get together when our spouses are otherwise detained, and we have sex. We discussed this possibility and she's agreeable. I think you'll like one another."

And whose idea was it to make it a threesome, Ellie wondered suspiciously, hers, or his?

"I think you'll find this part agreeable, Ellie. She'll pay you the same amount I have, so you'll double your fee. I would really like to see you eat her pussy, and her yours. And I think she has an idea of a scene of her own. I don't think she's ever paid anyone to do a scene with her. Or, for that matter, to have any kind of sex with her. She's just a regular married woman, but a good friend of mine."

Ellie agreed and Jones made a call.

"She'll be here in an hour. In the meantime, how about giving me a blowjob?"

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Ellie was half-finished with her blowjob when the phone rang. Mr. Jones answered it and whispered something to the other party, who Ellie suspected was the women they were expecting.

"All right," Jones said, breaking out of his whispering. "It's a bit unreasonable, but all right. We'll meet you there in ... say twenty minutes."

Without looking at Ellie, Jones got up from the bed and said, "Get dressed. We're meeting her at a place she said she likes to use. It doesn't sound like her. We've always used my place. Well I did go to her place once, but this place..." he frowned, then continued with, "It's a seedy, run-down hotel."

A signal went off in Ellie's head, but she did as she'd been told, dressed and was ready in less than five minutes. Jones drove like a maniac and parked on the street in front of a dilapidated old hotel with letters missing from the so-called neon sign advertising its name to the world. In fact, everything about the hotel they'd chosen was dingy, seedy, and low class.




Introduction to Sex Ch. 07



Ellie had been thinking about having sex with another woman while being watched by Mr. Jones and it had her wet and ready to go. She also fantasized him taking her from behind while she was going down on this woman, whoever she was, and as Jones knocked on the door, she grew even more eager to start the fun and games.

"Ellie, this is Mrs. X."

Ellie found herself staring at a woman, who appeared to be in her mid-forties. Appeared to be, for she was clad in a skin-tight Lycra Catwoman costume, and wore a black mask over her eyes.

But Ellie had seen that masked face before, on television, at a masked ball for some charity.

Oh, my God, Ellie thought, it's the Governor's wife!' She was certain of the fact. Mrs. X, my ass, she told herself, and then forced a smile as she offered her hand to meet that of Mrs. X.

"You are to do as Mrs. X tells you, Ellie. Is that clear?"

"Yes, it is," Ellie answered, but really wanting to bolt from the hotel room and freedom before anything bad happened. Ms. Gardenia's words played in her head. It might be dangerous.

But then she focused on the money; ten thousand dollars cash for twenty-four hours work. 'It will be worth it, ' she told herself.

"Come here," Mrs. X said flatly. "Let's get you out of those clothes and into something more appropriate."

Mrs. X was going through a bag, pulling out a change of clothes. Ellie recognized the uniform for what it was, something real girls wore in high schools.

"Are you Catholic?" Mrs. X asked. "Not that it's any of my business."

"Yes," Ellie said, "But I went to public schools." The sudden rudeness in her tone surprised Ellie.

Mrs. X eyed her coolly, taking in that last remark. "Come over here," she said. Ellie went over to her. Without hesitating, Mrs. X began undressing her. 

"Let me tell you something," she explained carefully, unbuttoning Ellie's blouse with manicured fingers. "While we're in the confines of this room, while we're on the clock, so to speak, I have no qualms whatsoever about making it very clear which one of us is on top."

The sound of her words alone felt like a slap. She had Ellie's blouse off. She was moving to unfasten her bra then, her fingers were touching the skin on her back, and her face was close to Ellie's. 

"If you want to keep talking to me in that rude tone," she continued, "go right ahead. But consider yourself warned. I'm not afraid of girls like you. I deal with your kind every day."

Ellie's bra was off. Her breasts were shivering in front of Mrs. X; her nipples stiff points from the sudden change in temperature.

How many times have I bared my tits for strange clients? Ellie asked herself. But this woman took the cake for strangeness. She felt strangely exposed.

Mrs. X didn't touch her, though. In fact, she barely even paused to look at Ellie's nakedness. She had already unzipped Ellie's skirt and was letting it drop to the floor around her ankles.

Mr. Jones laughed, more to himself than anything else, and made himself a drink.

"Well," he said, regarding them with satisfaction, "we're certainly progressing here. Anyone want a drink?"

Both Ellie and Mrs. X accepted his offer.

Mrs. X had Ellie completely undressed, except for her panties. Those she seemed to want to take more time with. She lowered them slowly, anticipating the unveiling of Ellie's neatly trimmed snatch.

She was actually squatting down in front of Ellie, when Jones handed her a drink. Ellie accepted hers, and drank off half in a gulp, uncomfortable by both the fact that Mrs. X was so obviously aroused by sight of her pussy; and Ellie was getting off on it too.

"Jim," Mrs. X said excitedly, "look, see the wet spot on these panties!"

Ellie was so embarrassed by her statement that she felt as if she were four years old again.

Mrs. X peeled her panties past her mound, and Ellie moaned, more from distress than passion as they were rolled partially down her thighs. Mrs. X then moved in close to examine the strand of gooey wetness connecting Ellie's sopping hole to the satin crotch of her underwear.

Ellie looked to Mr. Jones for help. He ignored her and looked to Mrs. X awaiting her next move.

"She's so wet," Mrs. X said with a quiet earnestness, as if the sight of a cunt swollen in arousal pained her deliciously.

Ellie swallowed the remainder of her drink, and held the empty glass out to Mr. Jones in hopes of a refill.

He ignored her.

Mrs. X began licking Ellie; her mouth pressed to her labia, and Ellie was getting off on it.

"Told you I'd make you cum," Jones said with a mirthless laugh.

Jesus, Ellie wondered, what was going to happen here?

Unaccustomed to liquor, even in small amounts, Ellie was getting light-headed. She parted her legs as much as she could for Mrs. X, but it wasn't easy with her panties around her thighs.

Mrs. X held tight to Ellie's ass cheeks, her mouth flush with the girl's mound. She moaned as her hot tongue slid eagerly around in the folds of Ellie's pussy, occasionally landing directly on the tip of her clit.

Ellie found herself highly aroused by both the woman's mouth and the lusty sounds she made; and had to hold onto Mrs. X's head to keep herself steady. She had a handful of Mrs. X's hair in one hand, and an empty glass in the other. It all seemed so decadently tawdry, yet an arousal of almost inflammatory proportions set in, and Ellie pressed Mrs. X's face even closer to her snatch, rubbing her mouth against the slippery folds.

Mr. Jones calmly lit a cigarette. He stood close to them, watching it all unfold, occasionally reaching over to feel up Ellie's tits, kneading and squeezing them, and finally tugging roughly on her stiff, aching nipples, while he watched Mrs. X do her thing in the Catwoman's suit.

Ellie's moan was quickly followed by a similar moan from Mrs. X. Mr. Jones took a drag off his cigarette, and then put his mouth on Ellie's, forcing his exhaled smoke into her open mouth along with his tongue.

The feel of his tongue filling her mouth, along with Mrs. X's tongue deep between her legs, while Mr. Jones kept up his avid mauling of her breasts, had Ellie on the cusp of coming then and there.

But Mr. Jones obviously had his thoughts elsewhere. He pulled away from her the second before Ellie would have cum, announcing, "This is going to be good."

The sound of his voice seemed to bring Mrs. X back to earth. She got up from between Ellie's thighs abruptly; her mouth a slick mess. She went straight for the drink awaiting her on the old, scarred dresser.

"Ellie, I want you to go into the bathroom and put on these clothes. Jim and I want to be alone. 

We'll tell you when to come out."

Ellie scooped up the armful of what appeared to be a schoolgirl uniform, stopping first to refresh her drink, and then headed for the bathroom to change.

She closed herself up in the small, fetid bathroom and got into the uniform. Outside, she could hear the lusty sounds of them going at each other. She didn't know in what way. 'Had they managed to strip out of their clothes in record time and begin fucking? Were they only partially undressed and sucking each other, or just what were they doing?'

She caught herself, realizing that not only was she curious about them, but she was jealous. She didn't want Mr. Jones to enjoy Mrs. X all that much. He was there to please her, wasn't he?

Ellie decided to play her role in a more naughty fashion, and quietly opened the bathroom door and peeked out. I'll be damned, she thought. They were fucking, all right. But they were, for the most part, still dressed. Mrs. X was bent over the foot of the bed; an unzippered flap on her Cat Woman costume exposed her shaven cunt to Mr. Jones probing fingers, while he fed his cock, now poking out of his trousers, to her open mouth.

Ellie looked on, transfixed. Unconsciously her hand went to her cunt and gently rubbed her swollen lips and clit.

A moment later, Jones mounted Mrs. X like a dog would another dog, and while they fucked, Ellie frigged herself off to such a wonderful climax that she lost her balance and fell down with a thud.

Of course they heard her. She saw Mrs. X's sneering glare as she scampered back into the safe confines of the dingy bathroom.

Perhaps five minutes of grunting and groaning passed before there was a solid knock on the bathroom door. It was Mr. Jones. His cock was hidden away, and he gave her a stern look, then said, "Mrs. X wants to see you. You are dressed, right?"

"Yes, I am," Ellie told him.

"Then get your ass out here!"

Ellie came out with a fear in her belly reminiscent of what it had once felt like to face actual punishment as a child. She fully expected to be punished, hadn't lost sight of the fact that they were all here for sex.

"Come closer," Mrs. X said.

Ellie stood directly in front of her, cowering in her schoolgirl uniform.

"What were you doing in there?" she demanded.

"Nothing."

"It was more than nothing, young lady. You were spying on us, weren't you?"

"Yes," she meekly confessed.

"You masturbated watching us, didn't you?"

"Yes," Ellie agreed even meeker this time.

"Weren't you told to stay in there until someone came for you?"

"Yes."

"And why did you disobey us?"

"I don't know."

"I'll tell you why, because you're a dirty little girl, aren't you? What do you suppose happens to a dirty little girl who disobeys and sticks her nose where it doesn't belong?"

Ellie gave it some serious thought. The look in Mrs. X's eye was dark and unpleasant. Mr. Jones, however, was in the throes of lust. He was watching it all while avidly stroking his swollen, rampart, red-tipped cock.

"I asked you a question," Mrs. X went on. "What do you suppose happens to a dirty little girl who disobeys?"

"I don't know," Ellie replied.

"I think you do."

Ellie said nothing.

"Answer me."

"I guess I need to get spanked!" she finally blurted.

Ellie was playing her part to the hilt now, and Mrs. X had succumbed completely to the erotic pull of her role. She was so obviously entranced by the power of her anger. "That's right. You need a good spanking to teach you a lesson. Get over here, right over my knee, young lady."

She grabbed Ellie and pulled her over her knee, positioning her across her lap in such a way that everything between Ellie's legs would be facing Mr. Jones. She lifted Ellie's skirt.

"I'll teach you to be a dirty little girl," she said, lowering Ellie's schoolgirl white cotton panties with deliberate patience, slowly revealing the round, white globes of her ass, then tugging the panties down her thighs.

She held Ellie's wrists tight and then gave her bottom a resounding spank. "Why do you dirty girls always have to learn the hardest way how to behave?" 

She gave her another well-placed, stinging spank.

"Tell Jim why I'm so angry with you." 

Another severe smack heated Ellie's cheeks, making her jump.

"Because I was watching," she cried out.

"Watching what?" The smacks were coming more quickly now, stinging, landing relentlessly on the same spot. Ellie's ass burned. She tried to wriggle away from the aim of her blows, but it was to no avail. "Answer me; you were watching what?"

"I was watching Jim ... Mr. Jones, fuck you."

"And what else were you doing?"

She pulled gently but firmly on her hair, forcing Ellie to look up into her face. "And what else were you doing?" she asked again, her eyes nearly glowing with lust.

"I was touching myself," Ellie admitted.

"Don't tell me, tell Jim."

Jones had gotten off the bed, and had come around to face Ellie. He was slowly jerking himself off in her face. 

Ellie looked up at him, now he looked hot. She confessed to him in her tiniest voice, "I watched you fuck her, and I was touching myself."

Jim Jones cackled, and stuck the head of his cock between Ellie's lips. Arching her head back uncomfortably, Jones worked his thick tool in and out of her mouth.

"Get her ready," Mrs. X said curtly, and Jones quit fucking Ellie's mouth and tugged her to her feet. Then he wrapped his lips around her finger and sucked -- the finger that Ellie had just used to masturbate. Ellie's knees went weak, with the knowledge that he knew exactly what he was tasting.

Mrs. X knelt down and removed Ellie's cotton panties. Ellie assisted her by placing a hand on her shoulder for balance and lifting one foot at a time to completely shed herself of the underwear.

Mrs. X turned Ellie around to face her and then kissed her. She willingly accepted the woman's tongue in her mouth, and returned the kiss until they both had spittle dripping down their respective chins.

Mrs. X eventually pulled away, leaving Ellie standing spellbound. As if in a dream, she glanced down and saw Mrs. X's cunt totally exposed. Ellie dropped to her knees and stared for a long moment at her hairless twat. Then, opening her mouth as wide as possible, she leaned into give Mrs. X's cunt a long, languid sucking.

Ellie found her taste somewhat pleasing, and sent her tongue into the sopping wet opening, intent on exploring the texture of every nook and cranny within. She remembered to use her fingers and the palms of her hands on the other areas of Mrs. X's genitals.

Mrs. X sighed contentedly. "You've done well, Jim. She's a good one. A very good one."

Ellie wanted her fluid in her mouth — wanted her to be part of herself.

Perhaps another ten minutes passed. Mr. Jones had exposed Mrs. X's breasts and was contentedly nursing away on them. Ellie was rubbing her own clit and quite close to getting off, when Mrs. X moaned loudly, and cried out, "Here it comes!"

The force of the first squirt of her juices surprised Ellie, and she automatically jerked her head back. But Mrs. X forced her face back to her cunt and the second discharge entered Ellie's mouth, almost filling it.

She's like a gun when she cums, Ellie thought and reacted accordingly, swallowing as much of the fluid as she could. Still, much leaked from her mouth and soon her chin and breasts were soaked, but she didn't care.

Mrs. X gradually moved away, possibly to recuperate. Mr. Jones moved in on Ellie, brushing his fingertips over her stiffened nipples and sending a current of electricity through her entire body.

Before she realized what she was doing, she had his balls in her mouth, licking and sucking them. He was groaning with the anticipation of either a rousing fuck, or a great blowjob and was prepared to let her do whatever she wanted.

Jones' palms replaced his fingertips and gently squeezed both of Ellie's tits. Her moans of satisfaction filled the room. He began to flick his tongue over each nipple in turn, and just when Ellie thought she couldn't stand anymore of it, he stuffed as much of her breast inside his mouth as he could, and sucked hard. She was sure he'd leave a mark, but didn't care.

Somehow her schoolgirl attire had been removed and she was completely naked. She seemed weightless as Jones scooped her up in his arms.

Hugging him around his neck, Ellie rested the side of her face on his chest. He took a few steps while looking around and then sat her on a table with my legs dangling over the side. 

Pushing my legs apart, he stared between them.

Wanting him to see her cunt, she spread her legs apart and Jones placed his hands on the table on either side of her and leaned forward. The moan came from deep within Ellie as Jones munched on her tit -- first one, then the other. Back and forth, teasing her nipples again, sucking and nipping at the pliable flesh.

A harsh laugh was heard from the Catwoman, when Jones wedged his face between Ellie's breasts, and licked her skin as a cat might. Ellie thought he was licking the sweat from her body. Then his head moved downward, dragging his tongue along her skin, leaving goose bumps in its wake. His tongue popped into her bellybutton, like a golf ball into the cup, pushing hard. Her legs shot up, and when they came back down were resting on his shoulders.

Ellie opened her eyes when his tongue stopped moving, and found him looking up at her. His cheekbones rose a little as if he was smiling, and she saw a strange glint in his eyes. 

Maintaining eye contact, Jones lowered his face without his tongue losing contact with her body. Ellie wasn't especially ticklish, but when Jones dragged his tongue over the sensitive skin caused her stomach muscles to undulate. But that wasn't his objective and he kept going lower, his tongue burying itself in the neatly trimmed tuft of blonde hair.

But Mrs. X then took over, replacing Jones at her crotch.

Holding her breath, Ellie waited expectantly. Every nerve ending in her body on high alert. And then she moaned; a deep soulful sound she had never made before. Her hips jerked as the woman's mouth contacted her clit. 

She wanted her to suck it, lick it, bite it, but she didn't stop there, and kept moving, pushing aside Ellie's labia as her tongue slid down her slit. And then it reversed direction, sliding up towards her clit again. But just as it touched that most sensitive part of Ellie's body, it retreated. Up and down, up and down her tongue glided, consuming the moisture Ellie's aroused pussy produced.

Ellie felt her thumbs on her labia -- prying them apart. Once again she looked down, but all she saw was the top of her head. Mrs. X's tongue slid downward again, poking the opening to Ellie's pussy. But wait! This time it didn't change course. It sunk in! Deep inside her!

"Oh, God!" Ellie groaned, and closed her eyes and tilted her head back.

Mrs. X's tongue flicked rapidly like a snake's, probing the inner depths of her cunt. Ellie groaned again, and pleaded for her to keep doing it. Ellie's hands were flat on the tabletop, supporting her jerking hips. The wonderful tongue stopped moving. Ellie humped harder, fucking the taut tongue, smashing her pussy into Mrs. X's face. Her ankles locked behind the woman's back as Ellie strained to get her tongue deeper. Ellie was nearly delirious; her body filled with a lust she had never known before.

"Ahhhhhh!" she cried out when she felt a finger press against her clit. And, digging her heels into Mrs. X's back, Ellie strained and lunged forward. Her ass was off the table and her pelvis was humping air. The feeling was so intense she wanted it to stop; but also for it to never end. Her body was ready to explode. Ellie didn't think she would survive. Nothing mattered other than the feeling between her legs — nothing.

Her arms buckled, no longer having the strength to support her. She fell onto her back, her hot, wet skin stinging on the cool surface. Raising her hips higher, her back arched with her heels digging into the woman's back. And then Ellie let out a low guttural sound that came from deep within her; and her pussy seemed to explode, sending electrical charges throughout her trembling body.

When her orgasm subsided, Ellie slowly opened her eyes. Lying flat on her back on the table with her legs dangling over the side, she was drained.

The woman stood between her legs, staring at her ... silent. Her face was shiny with her own saliva and my juices. Ellie stared at her in a daze; like a rag doll not able to move on its own.

Then Ellie felt his hands on her hips, pulling her towards him. Her ass slid a few inches along the table surface and then she felt the poking. Jones was hard again. He moved slightly, continuing to probe, and then she felt the tip of his cock find its mark. With his hands still on her hips, Ellie felt his cock enter her ... just the head. 

They stared into each other's eyes as his cock slowly slid into her, deeper and deeper, until their pubic hairs meshed. Jones began a slow rocking motion, his cock sliding in and out of her juiced up cunt. Her pussy muscles clenched, holding onto his cock as tightly as she could. 




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He was fucking her, and she wanted him to stay in her forever, to provide her the pleasure she was receiving, for all eternity. Ellie had a feeling that she would never feel this good again — ever.

Gradually, Jones picked up speed. She felt his fingers digging into her flesh as his cock plowed into her. Faster ... faster ... harder! There was no love, just lust. And that's how she wanted to be taken, first the masked Catwoman and then by the muscular Mr. Jones.

Jones pounded into her. Looking up, Ellie saw the strain on his face; now red with effort. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto her body. His eyes were closed, his hair fallen into his eyes, his mouth hung open as he gasped for air. He was relentless, ramming into her like a pile driver. And Ellie was shamelessly humping her hips up to meet each thrust ... to get him in deeper.

They continued for five minutes, then ten, then more. Ellie had no concept of time anymore. All she knew was that they were one, joined by cock and cunt. The skin on her back was raw from rubbing back and forth on the hard surface, but she didn't realize that until later. All she felt at the time was his cock fucking her. And then that feeling reappeared. The feeling that she couldn't take any more ... she needed release, and then felt it coming. Ellie's whole body tingled and her cunt exploded as if a thousand firecrackers were exploding inside her cunt. Not one big one, but a thousand blasts, one right after the other. And in the middle of it all, she felt his sperm filling her, making him part of her.

Breathing hard, Ellie lay semi-conscious on the table laughing as the sweat poured down the sides of her face.

She brushed the hair from her eyes. Her arms and legs felt like lead and she couldn't bring herself to move them. Sperm dripped from her pussy down the crack of her ass, but she couldn't even bring her legs together. 

Slowly, very slowly, her eyes fluttered open.

Mrs. X had strapped an enormous cock on and was moving toward her.

"Oh, yes, darling," Mrs. X said, "the night is young. When I've finished, Jimmy will fuck your ass, and then after you eat me again, I'll put this little toy up it too. Now won't that be fun?"

"You know..." Ellie whispered, trying to regain her breath, "that's not a bad idea, not a bad idea at all." 



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Ava Gardenia was quick to give Ellie the next few days off after she handed her the $2500 that was her part of the fee for the previous night's work.

"You were right," Ellie told her, "he was an animal. I'm sore all over."

"Oh, you poor thing," Ava sighed and gave Ellie $500 back, saying, "You deserve a little more for putting up with him. I've lost a girl because of him and his perversities."

Wisely, Ellie accepted the money without a word, and shortly thereafter, made an excuse and left Ava's sumptuous apartment.

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Since it was a beautiful day, Ellie, decked out in a new yellow sundress that cost her three hundred dollars, along with an almost matching pair of designer sunglasses, decided to have lunch at one of Atlanta's better hotel restaurants; one with an outdoor patio affording a gorgeous view of a garden full of blooming azaleas.

She was quickly seated at one of the better tables, ordered a glass of Champagne as she sat down and crossed her legs as she waited for it to be brought to her table.

Two tables removed, a young architect studied her, memorizing her subtle features, from her large, round eyes, to her small snubbed nose and pointed chin. He spent a full minute taking in her Angelina Jolie -like mouth, and marveling at her immaculate complexion. He took his time and it was another full minute before his eyes moved down to devour the slope of her breasts, and later still, the calves and ankles that the sundress permitted to peek out.

The server brought the champagne to Ellie and after taking a small sip, she noticed the young man sitting across from her.

And when she glanced at him for the first time, he thought he would drown in the blue of her eyes.

Ellie was not surprised when the young man got up and made his way to her table. She was used to being "hit on" by men, especially now that she was much more experienced in dealing with them sexually. She had a gift for letting them down easily, and not damaging what she and her girl friends called, "little boy egos."

"It's a very pleasant day, isn't it?" he said.

"Yes, it is," Ellie replied with a slight smile.

"I prefer the spring to fall, and of course, Atlanta is so hot and sultry in the summer," he added.

Ellie recrossed her legs, this time providing a view some six inches above her knee. She watched his eyes widen through her sunglasses, and broadened her smile.

"Have we met?" she asked, as if he would supply the place and date of that occasion.

"Only just this minute," he answered.

"Oh, by the way, I'm Devin, Devin O'Brien.

"Well, Mr. O'Brien, as much as I love talking with you, my reason for being here is to gather my thoughts, and talking to you isn't the way to accomplish it. I'm sorry, perhaps another time...."

That said, Ellie picked up her glass and took a sip, summarily dismissing Mr. O'Brien.

But Devin would not be dismissed that easily.

"But of course," he said, "I shall leave you to your thoughts. But when you have finished, might I invite you to join me in a walk through the Botanical Gardens down the street?"

She didn't answer him; instead she looked away and pretended to be lost in thought. There was something about Mr. O'Brien that puzzled Ellie. 

His use of the English language was unusual, at least to her way of thinking. He was handsome enough, well dressed, and he was a gentleman. She reassured herself that he had no idea what she did to earn a living, and silently debated whether or not to accept his offer to tour the botanical Gardens.

As he turned to walk away, Ellie followed him beneath the veil of her eyelashes; and finally called after him," I would be delighted to join you, Mr. O'Brien; perhaps in twenty minutes, or so?"

He turned back to face her and said, "I've got a car. We could go in that."

"I'd prefer to walk, thank you. But take your car. I'll meet you there."

"All right," he said agreeably. "I'll meet you there."

Ellie, not familiar with the Gardens, asked, 

"Where shall we meet?"

"Why not just come with me in the car?"

"No, I don't know you, and I don't ride with strangers."

"All right, I understand. Look for me at the café there."

"All right, say in about twenty minutes then," she said, and looked away, once again pretending to be lost in her thoughts.

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Devin was waiting just outside the café when Ellie strolled by.

"Hi," he called out.

"Oh, there you are," she replied, and gave him her best smile as she added, "Hi."

"Would you care for a drink?" he inquired.

"No, thank you," she said, moving next to him.

Devin took her arm and they started walking along a narrow garden lane, through some late blooming tulips that were strikingly beautiful.

They walked for over an hour, stopping to comment on this flower bed, or that particular ornamental tree. Gradually, they became comfortable with one another, and when Ellie laughed at Devin's poor attempt at a joke, they bonded for good.

After a cocktail at the café, they agreed to go to a nearby petting zoo. Ellie joined Devin in his car, and they drove a few blocks to the zoo.

Ellie was taken with the monkeys, goats and ducks and was almost giddy with delight at having met Devin. She had been taking stock of him ever since meeting him at the café and realized that he was the best looking guy she had ever been out with.

Among other things, she was more than pleased with his reaction to her embarrassing moments with a mischievous goose that kept darting under her yellow sundress and pecking at her thighs.

"Oh, were I that duck," he said.

Ellie slapped his arm, and told him it was a goose, and not a duck.

Then they were both laughing as the goose turned its attention to Devin's crotch, which caused him to run away from it while Ellie howled with laughter.

After the zoo, they headed downtown, parked the car, and began to explore the various shops in the Underground. By this time they were walking a little closer to one another. They didn't buy anything, just browsed and chatted with the various proprietors.

When the first hunger pangs set in, the sun was setting. It was just after eight o'clock.

"I know just the place to get a bite to eat," Devin said.

"Let's go, I'm starving," Ellie said.

He was pleased that she agreed to go to the restaurant of his choosing, and not countering with a place of her own.

Devin drove down Piedmont Rd, NE, to a place called CoCo Loco, telling Ellie that he had been eating there since it opened.

"Ellie," he said, testing her name on his tongue as if it were a rare dessert, "this place has thrived through all the trendy Tapas joints, and the Latin revival. Just wait and see how we're greeted."

Ellie couldn't have been more pleased. She was on a date, a real date. And suddenly she realized that it was really her first true date. She put her hands up to her face and let go a silent scream of delight.

"What's wrong, Ellie?" Devin asked the alarm evident in his tone.

"Oh, nothing ... I just had a thought."

"Well, think happy thought, Ellie, because the cuisine here is the type that melts in your mouth."

They arrived at CoCo Loco moments later, a valet took the car from Devin and they were greeted by the proprietor as they entered the restaurant. Ellie's neck swiveled as they were being seated, trying to take in all the colorful murals on the walls.

Devin quickly ordered them both large glasses of Sangria, and Ellie told him she would have whatever he had. Pleased at her deferring to him, Devin ordered the Habanero Grouper, telling her that, "I know the word Habanero might cause you to think the fish is extra hot, but it isn't. Actually the word stands for Havana, or more to the point, Cuba, from where this fish is found. The vegetables have a light coating of cheese on them, and the fish is sautéed in a butter caper sauce, and is to die for."

"So it's a Spanish dish," Ellie said.

"Yes, and no," Devin replied.

She gave him a quizzical look, and he said, "Let me explain."

Ellie smiled as she nodded.

"There is a French version that is almost exactly the same I've had at the Café de la Place. They're closed now. They used to be behind Houston's on Peachtree. But I'm getting off track. This is probably the best fish served in town. And wait until you try the Cuban coffee!"

Their meal came and both set about devouring their respective platters of fish. Later after two cups of fabulous Cuban coffee, they got back in Devin's car and drove about 20 miles to another place Ellie had not even heard of called Provisions. 

It was located on a lake and they had a couple rum flavored drinks and ended up with shrimp cocktails while watching the sailboats criss-crossing the lake thanks to a brisk breeze.

Ellie found herself scrutinizing him. She was certain that she liked him. He was really nice, and she hoped that he would ask her for a date, and soon. It also occurred to her that in all her time in Atlanta, she had not even heard of the places she'd been that afternoon. It was all new to her. 

She felt like a giddy tourist. But it wasn't so much where they'd been that day that made everything so special. None of would have been half as interesting if she'd been with someone other than Devin. He was so charming, quick-witted, and full of fun and energy that he made the bright day brighter.

She wanted to hear what he thought about everything, from the latest TV shows to politics and art. She wanted to listen to him talk about people, dogs, religion, sports, Beethoven, fashions, food, woman's lib, Saturday morning cartoons, and a million other subjects. She also wanted to tell him what she thought about all these things and she wanted to know what he thought of what she thought of what he thought, and pretty soon she was telling him what she thought of what he thought of what she thought. 

Ellie was drunk, not on wine, but on the fluidity and intimacy of their conversation. She was intoxicated by this communication, something which had been absent from her life in recent months, even years.

By the time he parked the car in front of her place, she had made her mind up to invite him up. She was certain they would go to bed together. She wanted him very much; the thought of it made her warm and tingly. She knew he wanted her. She could see the desire in his eyes.

"Care for some coffee before you head home?" she asked.

"I'd love some," Devin replied.

"My place isn't all that..." she said, caught herself, and stopped.

And on entering, Devin made sure to find several nice things to say about the apartment. And he meant what he said, pleasing Ellie immensely.

They needed to let dinner settle a little, and with that in mind, she made and then poured them both large cups of coffee. Soft, romantic music flowed from her stereo speakers, and time passed without either speaking. They just looked into each other's eyes and sipped their coffee.

Finally Devin leaned over and kissed her. Ellie opened her mouth to him, and for a brief sweet moment, their tongues met. He pulled back and said, "I think we're in the mood for something more than this."

"Mmmm," she sighed agreeably.

"But I don't, or won't take advantage of you," he said and stood up.

Ellie took note of the bulge in his pants, but her face clearly registered surprise at Devin's action.

"But..." she began.

"No, Ellie, I can't take advantage of you. I like you ... I like you a lot, and want to see you again. But right now I think you're too vulnerable to what I might do. I'm leaving, but only with your number. I promise I'll call you as soon as I get home. Are you open for dinner and a movie tomorrow?"

"Yes... sure, but...."

Then I better get out of here, before I lose control."

He kissed her eyes, then her lips, put one hand gently on her breast. "Until tomorrow then."

And before Ellie could protest, he was gone.

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True to his word, Devin called about forty-five minutes later. They talked for several hours, until Devin begged off as he had to work the following day.

"You've got to go in too, right?" he said.

"Yes, but I can get a later start than you. My hours are flexible," Ellie told him, crossing her fingers as she spoke the words.

And so the call ended, and Ellie imagined them going together and getting engaged, then married, and having several children. 

In her mind she wanted four, two girls and two boys; and Devin wanted five, with the fifth being either girl or boy to break the tie.

To her surprise, Ellie went off to sleep without masturbating about him, and woke up at six, reached for the phone and called him.

He answered on the third ring and she grew wet on hearing his voice. Devin couldn't talk very long and on hanging up, Ellie fumbled around in her vanity, seeking her vibrator. Finding it, she turned it on and had several enjoyable climaxes, dreaming it was Devin fucking her rather than the pink colored vibrator.

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Ellie called Ava and requested an early date, and Ava was only too happy to oblige her.

The John was a middle-aged businessman, who was easily satisfied with a leisurely blowjob.

Ellie rinsed her mouth out and left the hotel room before the John; hurriedly caught a passing taxi, taking it to the nearest Harris Teeter where she shopped for some essential ingredients for the dinner she planned on making Devin later.

Later, following a sumptuous dinner of beef stroganoff, they sat quietly in her living room listening to Mozart, sipping after dinner drinks.

Devin put his arm around her shoulder and was preparing to kiss her when he noticed a tear running down her cheek.

"What's that for?" he asked startled. "Is something wrong?"

"No, no," she sniffed into a napkin. "Nothing's wrong. In fact, it seems everything is right for a change, and I'm ... I'm so happy that I'm crying."

"Oh, Ellie," Devin said, pulling her close to him. He kissed her cheek, and then licked the tears away.

Turning into his embrace, she put her arms around him, feeling the strength in his arms and shoulders, and parted her mouth slightly as he moved to kiss her lips.

The kiss lengthened, tongues came into play and then they were touching one another. Devin's hands began to move up and down her sleek back, and he marveled at her exquisite contours; became excited by the firmness and suppleness of her breasts beneath the blouse.

Ellie's hands roamed over him too, stroking and squeezing his hard muscles. She kissed the corners of his mouth, and he eagerly returned the kiss. Their tongues met and the kiss became hot, fiercely hot and liquid; it left them breathing harder as the hunger behind the kiss rose to the surface. 

They took turns sucking the other's tongue into their mouths; but it was she who was first to lick his teeth with him following her lead and even teaching her a thing or two in the process.

By unspoken agreement, they got up from the couch and went to the bedroom. Ellie switched on a lamp in the living room as they left it, and that light spilled into the bedroom, affording the only illumination they needed.

They stood beside the bed, embracing, kissing. Their mouths moved to one another's ears, neck and throat. Devin's hand gently caressed her breast and he groaned as it rose against the heat of his palm.

"I want to taste you..." he sighed breathing heavily.

"I want you too," she said, granting him permission to forge ahead.

He unbuttoned her blouse, deftly removed her bra and bent to sample her right breast.

She moaned with pure pleasure as he bit the nipple.

Ellie had to fight a powerful impulse to suck his cock. 'Later, ' she told herself. 'Later I'll do everything, but I have to wait.'

She had no way of knowing it, but Devin wanted her to take him in her mouth as well. He also wanted to bury his face between her legs and taste her juices, knowing they would be as sweet as honey.

He pulled his mouth from her breast, felt her hand gripping his erection, and studied the breasts inches from his face. They were gorgeous, full riding high on her chest, two perfect spheres, with large areolas and half-inch nipples poking out from their centers. 

He bent to them again, taking one in his mouth. As he drew it in and licked a small circle around the areole, Ellie took his head in her hands, and lifted his face from the nipple and bringing to her mouth. It was a prolonged kiss, gentle at first, then moving from firm to savage in its intensity. Finally it ended, and he actually shook as she unbuckled his slacks, unzipped his fly and took his member out and looked it over.

"Well?" he said.

"It's lovely, and big!" Her obvious pleasure at viewing him brought him a vicarious thrill, as he was proud of his seven inch cock. Ellie stroked him several times before he had to place his hand on hers, preventing further masturbation on her part.

"You'll make me cum," he said simply. "We don't want that ... not yet."

He had Ellie stand and he took great pleasure in removing the remainder of her clothing, leaving clad in only panties and heels. Then he joined her, removing his as well.

"Do you like me?" Ellie asked, shyly.

"Yes I like you. Damn it Ellie, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

"Oh!" she gasped, thrilled at his words.

He dropped to his knees, intending to pull off her panties; but before doing so, he thought of a way of making the moment more memorable. He smiled up at her, then gripped her panties with his teeth and slowly tugged them down. 

He prolonged the experience, stopping to kiss and lick her bushy mons through the material, sucking her outer lip for just a delicious moment and feeling Ellie shiver with anticipation before he returned to the job at hand.

'His hands, ' she thought, 'his wonderful hands, ' as she trembled yet again with the feel of those hands traversing up her legs, over the lovely curves of her calves, over the smoothness of her thighs.

'Her scent, ' he thought, 'I'm gonna cum just from those fragrant, musky wisps.'

And when her panties finally lay at her feet, Ellie flicked them off, and stood trembling waiting for Devin's next move.

He did nothing for a moment, only paused to savor her beauty, and then he blew softly blew upon her glossy pubic bush and her knees buckled. He caught her before she fell; placed her gingerly on the bed, spreading her legs apart as he released her. 

Quickly he knelt between her legs and buried his face into her sparsely bush, and licked slowly up and down her outer lips luxuriating in the feel of the bristles of pubic hair, sharp against his face.

"Ohhhh," she sighed, and placed her hand on top of his head as if to hold it in place forever.

He cupped her firm buttocks in both hands, gently kneading the firm flesh and she moved closer to him, widening the spread of her legs in the process. His tongue located her opening and entered, causing her to gasp aloud.

He rose up, found her mouth, and they enjoyed another long, drawn out kiss.

When it ended, Ellie croaked, "Please ... put it in!"

As soon as he entered her, he was overwhelmed by the warmth of her, already excited by the promise of her body; he started counted backwards from one hundred to keep from coming too quickly. He desperately wanted to hold out as long as possible to make this special for her.

Devin was deeply affected by her unique murmurs and movements under his ministrations, but they soon became secondary as his need nearly overwhelmed him. He sent his member deep, and held it there while they found one another's mouth for another long, lingering kiss.

Ellie tasted herself on his tongue and gloried in it, making a mental note to suck him long and hard when the opportunity presented itself. 




Introduction to Sex Ch. 08



Wanting to stave off his ejaculation, Devin withdrew his cock, and moved to that warm juncture of her thighs, spreading her legs wide apart once again, and darting his tongue in and around the hidden folds of flesh until he found her clit emerging from its hiding place. He softly flicked it with his tongue, causing her to gasp with pleasure.

She began to writhe and moan under his loving licks and sucks.

"Devin!" she shrieked as her orgasm rushed in on her.

He made it last, using tongue, teeth, lips and fingers.

"Devin!" Ellie screamed, arching her back and clutching the sheets with both fists, while she thrashed about ecstatically.

When she raised herself, he slipped his hands under her, grabbed the cheeks of her ass, and held her in a tight seal against his mouth, and sucked voraciously until she came again.

"Oh, Devin! Yes, yes!"

Ellie feared she wouldn't regain the breath in her lungs after coming so hard. She thought of all the times she'd been well fucked. The fact of the matter was she loved getting laid, always had, but this was different, this was more intense than anything preceding it. And they had yet to fuck!

With a loud moan, Ellie thrust her cunt at his face, begging for more.

Devin went at her with gusto, and had her writhing and quivering in mere seconds.

"Are you coming?" he asked.

"I haven't stopped," she told him.

He drew on her clit, felt her gasp for breath; saw her shoulders wrenching from side to side when he glanced up at her; renewed his attack on her cunt and had her tossing her head while screaming out his name over and over again.

Devin sent a finger into her and elicited a sharp intake of breath; moments later, Ellie's muscles contracted and he added another finger, felt her contract around it again, and knew she was coming yet again.

'I had better fuck her before she's exhausted,' he thought, and shifted so that his cock hovered at her opening.

"Ohhhh!" Ellie moaned as he filled her with his dick.

And as for Devin, it had never felt better. Because this coupling was so special, he wanted to make it last a long, long time; wanted to bring her with him, but he was already racing toward the brink and couldn't hold himself back. 

It wasn't that she was tighter and slicker and hotter than all the others; it wasn't a case of well-trained vaginal muscles; it wasn't her perfect breasts that drove him wild or her silken skin, so erotically smooth. All this was true, but Ellie was so extraordinarily special, that while he couldn't describe it, he found her unbearably exciting.

Then, with Ellie's hands on his back, and her breasts squashed against him, Devin thrust quickly three times in succession, and began spurting his seed into her. She held him close; held him tight; repeatedly whispering his name as he erupted inside her.

When he'd finished his climax, Devin felt a tide of tenderness sweep over him; and he knew he would never be able to let her go. Afterward, they lay side by side on the bed, holding hands as their heartbeats gradually eased.

Ellie was physically and emotionally wrung out. The number and startling power of her orgasms had shaken her. She'd never felt anything quite like it. Each climax had been like a bolt of lightning, jolting her every fiber, an indescribably thrilling current. But Devin had given her something else too, something she'd never had. Something she'd thought she'd never achieve, she was in love.

After a time he turned to her and kissed her gently, then said, "You know, Ellie, you surprise me. You seem so proper and pure, almost angelic, but you've got this wonderfully bawdy air about you."

"I do. I can be bawdy."

"You can be very bawdy."

Trying to change the subject, Ellie said, "Do you like my body?"

"You have an extraordinary body."

"I have an ordinary body?" she replied, teasing him.

"You have a beautiful body. A body I'd die for."

"Wow!"

They bantered back and forth like this for a while, nonsense, lovers talk. They were mellow and contented, everything amused them, they were truly happy.

Then, speaking softly, but seriously, Devin said, "You know, of course, I'm not ever going to let go of you."

'Oh, Jesus was he serious?' she wondered, and then answered her own question, thinking, 'Of course he is. And how badly do I want him? Would I die for him?' The answered appeared from her brain a nano-second later in blazing red letters. "YES, YOU WOULD!"

"So, knowing it's far too early in our relationship to say this ... I'm saying it anyway. Ellie, I love you, and I want to marry you."

"You ... want to marry me?"

"Yes, I know, it's probably too soon to ask, but I want to marry you. Will you marry me?"

"Devin ... I love you too. But dearest, you hardly know me!"

"I don't care. I've seen the real you, and that's enough for me. I know what I want and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. And I am happy, and I am serious."

"Right now I'm so happy that I just want to be silly, Devin. I love you, but I'm not so sure it's the right time to be so serious."

"Hmmmm, yes, well ... I thought you'd say something like that. So, Ellie, take all the time you want, just know that I mean what I'm saying."

Trying to change the mood a little, Ellie asked, ""So ... what's your favorite breakfast food?"

"I guess it would be mini wheat's, orange juice and coffee, black with toast; cinnamon toast."

"And what's your favorite dinner?"

He smirked at her and said, "Right now? I'd have to say ... you!" And he grabbed her and squeezed her tightly, eliciting a delightful shriek from her.

That led to another prolonged kiss, and that led to Ellie's reaching down and taking hold of Devin's flaccid cock; sliding down the bed until she was positioned to take him in her mouth. In seconds, Devin swelled into pulsating, rigid readiness.

Ellie looked up at him and grinned, and then sucked him voraciously until he gasped and came in her mouth. She smiled up at him, opened her mouth and allowed his sperm to flow frothily over her lower lip to her chin.

"I'll say it again," Devin grinned at her, reached a finger out to scoop up some of his juice from her lip. 

Ellie giggled and permitted more to dribble from her mouth. Then swallowed the remainder and pensively asked, "What were you going to say again?"

It took him a moment to recollect his thoughts, "Oh, yeah. You are a bawdy wench, for sure."

"You want my body again?"

"I want your body again."

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Epilogue

They saw each other at least once a day from then on. Ellie eventually confessed to him that she was a runaway and earned her living as a call girl. 

Devin, to his credit, took the news in stride. He still wanted to marry her.

Ellie couldn't believe her good fortune.

The second month, he convinced her to return home and meet with her mother. He wanted to go with her, but she wanted to face the music on her own.

The night she returned home she called Devin and told him that her mother, Mavis, was all for them getting married and wanted to meet him as soon as possible.

He flew in the following day and met with them. 

A month later, they were married and eight months later, Devin Jr. was born. Three months later, to Ellie's surprise, her mother married her former boyfriend, Donny Alfonso.

And both couples lived happily ever after.

THE END