15 comments/ 127962 views/ 5 favorites Eleanor By: Jena121 This is only a short story but I hope you enjoy reading it. She was 58 and I was 28. I had been planning for a couple of years to bring this event to fruition. Her name was Eleanor and she was my wife's grandmother. She had lived with my wife and I since losing her husband in an industrial accident about 4 years ago. Earlier in the week my wife had been called out of town on business and would be gone for a few days or even a week. As I had to work I naturally had to stay home, as did Eleanor. When I came home the first night after my wife left, I headed for the shower to clean myself up and also to relieve some of my tensions while I was there. I threw on my boxers and a robe and headed for the den where I decided to put on a video and masturbate while watching it. I was just settling in for a good session, watching this young guy banging away at an older woman. I was going at it at a pretty good rate, when suddenly Eleanor walked in and saw what I was doing. She didn't say a word and continued into the bathroom for her nightly ablutions. I sat there stunned for a moment at what had just happened. I paused the video and walked into the bathroom after her. She was bending over the bath completely naked as she tested the water. It surprised me to find that she was still pretty well put together. Her ass was broad but not overly fat and it was quite firm. Her breasts were quite large compared to the rest of her body, I would say she took about a 38D bra and they hung down but only slightly. She turned to me, exposing the rest of her body and she was blessed with a mound that was only slightly shaven in the bikini area – the rest was a silver, inch long bush. She had hair the same color on her head and bright blue eyes that seemed to twinkle all the time. She looked at me and smiled shyly. She didn't say a word as I stood there in awe of what I was seeing. I walked over to her and slid my hands up her thighs and sides as she stood there in front of me. She didn't move and I stood very close to her without actually touching her with anything but my hands. I turned on the lights and proceeded to place myself behind her, only this time I moved my hands up toward her breast. Although her skin was a little wrinkled it felt like silk to touch. My cock began to harden and I was beginning to get excited. I had at last found out what she looked like naked; it was something I had wondered about for a while. As I stood behind her, I slowly eased my hard rod up against her ass cheeks to check her response. To my surprise, she reached out and grabbed a handful of my cock from between her legs and began to rub it against her moist mound and ass. Without hesitation I began to ease the head of my rod into her with caution. "Mmmmmmm," she murmured. Nothing else. The sounds of sexual activity started to fill the bathroom as I proceeded to push my cock up into her pussy. She moaned and began to move with every push that I made as I finally filled her with my rampaging cock. I couldn't resist fucking her any longer. Stronger and deeper with every thrust, I filled her with my man meat. She met my every thrust with one of her own and we continued with this rhythm for a while. I decided that this would be better if conducted in the bedroom. More room and much more comfortable. I removed my prick from her hot hole and guided her to the bed and lay her down. She was so very aroused but I wanted this to last. I gently pushed her down and slowly started to finger her on her wet spot. I applied pressure to the outer lips of her pussy and it didn't take long before she was moaning and jerking and arching her back and pelvis upwards. I continued this for a few more minutes and then she pulled my hands up to her breasts. I couldn't resist her love hole though and immediately went back down to pay it some more intimate attention. My tongue parted her outer lips and I could taste her sweetness. It was as it was the only thing in the world at that moment, I could not drag myself away from that moist centre. My tongue started a tattoo on her clit and she raised her hips to meet my face. Suddenly, she turned over and pushed her ass into the air. I didn't know which hole she wanted me to fill. So I thought I would go for the pussy and leave the other until later. I guided my rod down into those fiery depths with no resistance from her. Her hips pushed back against mine and there were muffled moans coming from the pillow. She rocked back and forth on her knees meeting every powerful thrust that I gave her. Within moments, she was cumming, she would convulse and spasm and then relax for a second, then shake her way into another orgasm. As I was still hard, I turned her over onto her back. I continued to pound her pussy while slapping her butt cheeks, ever so lightly. She lifted her legs and wrapped them round my waist so that every inch of my rod was embedded in her pussy. I could feel my prick hitting the back of her cervix. I felt my balls start to fill and vibrate and knew that I wouldn't last much longer. I knelt over her on one leg for extra pressure and felt myself beginning to shower inside her cunt with my hot, foaming juices, Eleanor didn't say a word as we lay back on the bed to gather our breath. Finally, she said that it was wrong what we had done. I agreed but asked her if she would do it again if she had the chance. "I take my bath at the same time every afternoon," was her response. Short but hot and sexy eh? Eleanor London 1883 Eleanor Blackstone was quite excited as she disembarked from the train and took her first glimpse of the great city she had heard about all her life. She was here at last, the here being the teaming platform of Paddington Station. The bustle, the noise, the new smells seemed to over power her senses; it was nothing like she imagined. She found her self jostled to the inside edge of the platform and as the passengers cleared she took a moment to catch her breath . The Doctor had written that there would be some one to meet her at the train but she could see no one. She jumped, startled as a voice came from behind her. "Miss Blackstone, excuse me, would I be addressing a Miss Eleanor Blackstone please?" She hurriedly turned and had to immediately swallow a grasp of surprise. She was looking at one of the most beautiful women that she had ever seen. The women was about 5' 10'' and dressed in the fashion of the day being bustle, corset, jacket and pillbox hat. Her dress started about an inch from the platform and was colored in a light shade of lilac that rose to encompass a set of full hips that tapered to a thin and delicate corseted waist. A light veil hung from the hat and covered the face, finishing off the dress of a modern woman of the Victorian age. With the long gloves there was not a hint of bare skin which was as it should be in the era of modesty and manners. " Yes, . . . . yes, I am Miss Blackstone," stammered Eleanor in her soft quite voice with a touch of country in it. " Please allow me to present my self Miss Blackstone, I am Marie Dubois; housekeeper to Dr. Henry Gladstone. I have been sent to meet you and bring you to the house. Please allow me to welcome you to London Miss Blackstone," said the gentle mademoiselle. "Thank you, thank you so much Miss Dubois." " Mademoiselle Dubois. Shall we find a porter and your trunk and make our way to the Doctors residence then Miss Blackstone?" It was agreed. * * * The Hanson cab ride through the afternoon streets of the first modern city Eleanor had ever visited was one the would stay within the memory of the young country girl forever. There were just so many people with the accompanying noise they made, the stench of refuse and manure in the street and there was just so much to see! The cab clattered, it jolted and swayed; it was nothing like the trap that bought her to the station for the train ride to London. Her village seemed so far away now. It seemed the journey had only just started and then it was over as the horse and vehicle swung into Harley Street and slipped into an open space in front of a very impressive three story town house. This was the residence and surgery of one Dr. Henry Gladstone a somewhat mysterious man to his fellow medical practitioners in Harley Street. He had spent some years out of the country up the mighty Congo River with a military/exploration party and his friends commented that he never was quite the same man on his return. There was no footman or butler to greet them on there arrival, the Doctor was one for his privacy so the two women struggled with the trunk up to the top stair where the mademoiselle produced a key and unlocked the front door. They moved inside and the door was locked once again, then it was more steps to the top floor and her new room. "You'll be sharing with the housemaid Dora Miss Blackstone. I'll be in my office. It's at street level in the corridor behind the stairs you just came up. I'm sure you'll have no trouble finding it, come down for some tea,toast and marmalade when you are ready and we will have a little chat I think." With a friendly smile the housekeeper left Eleanor to get on with it. Eleanor looked around her new home, it was rather bare but not uncomfortable. That she would share the bed with only one other was certainly a relief, her friend from the village Daisy shared with two sisters and the maid while Mary shared a bed with three sisters. Sharing the bed was quite normal. There was a pretty oil of an english flower garden between the full windows that opened into the street, a sofa, candlestick and holder and finally a rug on each side of the bed. Eleanor turned and gasped and felt the blood rush to face. The door she had walked in through was in the center of the wall and on each side of it was a large wardrobe. What had caused her blush was the set of etchings that hung across the wall and over the wardrobes. There were eight of them and they showed eight African women in what she assumed was tribal dress. Or undress as the case seemed to be. Skins, grass some times cloth covered them from the waist down but from there up they were bare. She gasped again as she took in the size of the huge glands that hung from their chests. She averted her eyes and turned quickly. She was quite shocked to say the least. What were those drawings, they were very professionally rendered and looked like something one would find in an anthropological text book. She took another quick peek and blushed again. There was a ring or something hanging from one subjects nipple. She noticed another opening to the right of the room. She hurried away from the drawings and entered what was obviously the washing and bath chamber. Once again very simple. A cast iron bath, mirror, a small table with a wash basin and jug on it, some towel racks but no towels and a commode. Basic but functional. She opened her trunk and gave her hair a tidy up and hurried down for the "chat" with the french woman. * * * The mademoiselle was seated and sipping a cup of tea when Eleanor knocked and entered the downstairs office. She had removed her veil and for the first time her face and eyes were plainly visible. The eyes were a deep blue that bought light to the face. As was the custom here her dark hair was tied and tightly wound into a bun. She was seated with a relaxed composure and offered tea and toast to Eleanor. "Please sit cheri and make your self comfortable. The Doctor is on his afternoon rounds and won't be back before dinner time I'm afraid. I thought that we would go through some of your details before he returns. He has asked that you join him for dinner at nine if that meets with your approval?" Eleanor nodded, any thing the doctor wanted was fine by her. " Now I have the letter here from the Reverend Buncombe writing on behalf of your mother asking the doctors assistance on your behalf for a position in the Doctors household. The Doctor tells me that your mother assisted from the island of Fernando Po on the expedition up the Congo in 1861. He remembers her with great fondness and the totally invaluable assistance she rendered him and the expedition." "Oh yes Mademoiselle, she all ways talked of the Doctor and the expedition," replied the girl with some spirit. She had grown up with the stories of distant lands, strange new people and the absolute total difference between England and Africa. " Now let's slow down a bit and make sure the you do understand what your position will be here in the household; it will be the same as that held by your mother all those years ago and all that it entails. I wonder cheri if you understand just what it entails?" The housekeeper sat back and let the girl process what had been said. She ran her eyes over Eleanor again and liked what she saw. The girl was about her own size and hair color but the clothing was somewhat rural to say the least. She had a fresh and happy face with full lips. "Of course mademoiselle, I will assist the doctor as my mother did," exclaimed the girl with fervor. " Of course cheri, you will help the doctor," mused the the french woman " now the rules of the house. The doctor is very strict and runs a proper house and the . . . . ." * * * The rules of the house were strict to the say the least. The Doctor had been scandalized some months ago when it had been found that Dora's predecessor had some how gained a key to the tradesman entrance. At about midnight she would sneak out into the yard and then across to the back gate where she would meet her beau. Although there was never a thought that there could have been intimate relations between the two; she had no key to the back gate, the doctor had dismissed her on the spot. The Doctor was a very mild mannered man but had given Mademoiselle Dubois a most severe dressing down. The household would be a bastion of modesty and Victorian decorum or he would be looking for a new housekeeper. There must never be another potential scandal like the one he'd just escaped. Female servants were not to be even given the chance of a repeat performance. Mademoiselle Dubois had been very upset that she had let the Doctor down and had made sure that it would never happen again. She had gone through tears and pleading with Dora but had maintained her resolve and now wondered how the new girl would react. She had explained the rules and made sure the girl understood that she was free to leave or stay but these were the house rules. It was eleven o'clock and Dora and Eleanor should be ready for bed. She unlocked the girls door and entered the the room, closing the door behind her. Dora was in bed with the covers up to her chin. The face and night cap were all that could be seen of Dora. "Good evening Dora," she said to the hidden girl. " Good evening Mademoiselle," said the young maid under the covers. She had a soft Scottish accent with a gentle voice. " Good evening Eleanor," she said turning to the girl who had risen from the sofa " now I have explained what I need from you to night and what the doctor needs from you for a well run house. If there are no problems, shall I start?" She looked into the face that had been crying and saw a sadness that distressed her. She didn't want to create distress but by the same token she wanted to make sure that even if a key went missing again there would be no sneaking off to the back gate for nocturnal meetings with a gentlemen. Soon like Dora the girl she would no longer wish to leave the house. She sat on the edge of the couch, eased her skirt and petticoats and spread her legs. She had the girl kneel then come forward on her knees so that she was between her knees. "Now put your arms around my waist and grab your wrists and you are not let go till I tell you cheri," the quite Frenchwoman said. With that she gently took the girls head in her hands and tilted her face up toward her own. The eyes were puffed and red from tears and she saw the girls nose needed wiping. Dora had bought a tray up that contained all sorts of things and what she needed now was a handkerchief with which she dried the girls eyes and then gave her nose a wipe. It seemed a forlorn hope but she had thought of that too and now picked up a decanter of brandy and pored the girl a small glass. It is french so it is very good she thought with a secret smile. She slowly trickled some brandy into the girls mouth, there was much coughing but without forcing it she slowly got a small amount into the girls stomach. She doubted that the girl had ever tasted strong liquor before so was careful not to give her to much. In about ten minutes the girl had settled and the tears had lessened. It was time for the next stage. The girl had long thick hair that went half way down her back and this was held in place by three ribbons. These the house keeper removed and placed on the table at the same time picking up the girls brush and comb set from the table. She slowly started to comb the girls hair out. "There my cheri, we have made the start, no?" she cooed and with long strokes started a long combing session on the girls beautiful hair. It started to shine with a rich luster that the candle light picked up. When it was done she had the girl take another small sip of the brandy then started to gather the hair to the top of the head where she started to bring it all together in a single braid. Slowly the braid rose up from the crown of the girls head until it was done. She reached to the table and got a small ribbon and tied off the end of the braid then lay it over the girls shoulders. Using a fresh handkerchief she cleaned the girls face again, then looking deep into her eyes she spoke to her again. "Cheri, it is time, you must be very brave now. May I proceed?" she asked. Looking into the girls eyes she could see that she was making a brave effort and was thinking of her reply. It took a moment but she rallied her self and looked up into the eyes of the housekeeper. In a small voice she answered. " This is for the best and is the wish of the Doctor?" said Eleanor. " The Doctor is a very respectable man and his household must be of the highest standard little one." She waited a moment then went on in a soft gentle voice. " It is for you to decide if you will join him here and assist him and his work. It is always sad how the one makes it so bad for the many. It is your choice, you must decide." She could see the girl thinking again and then a determination come in to the posture of the girl. She felt the girls arms squeeze her and she tilted back her face and this time it was her looking into the depths of the housekeepers eyes. " Then you may start mademoiselle!" she said. The mademoiselle reached across the girls face with her left hand and picked up the shaving brush and with her right the cut throat razor. Slowly, with the greatest care she started to remove the girls hair from the top of her forehead. She used slow short strokes, never hurrying and slowly the girls hair was shaved up towards the crown. As the hair started to fall away she was very careful to keep the weight of the braid from pulling on the remaining hair. There was no need for any pain. The tears still came but they were no longer hysterical. She mopped the shaving cream from the girls fore head, tilted the head and started around the the left ear. "Do you know why we are keeping your hair cheri?" " No mademoiselle." " It is kept for you cheri. There is a lovely teak box on the table and we place it in there and you can look at it any time you wish." They chatted over things of no consequence, things that no one would remember in the morning. Eleanor was given another small sip of the brandy that seemed to steady her and slowly the hair came away from the scalp. When it had been removed from around both ears she had the girl raise her self, turn fully around and tuck her self back between her knees. She tucked the nearly severed braid in to her lap, then had Eleanor bow her head so she could get at the last of the hair at the back of her neck. Slowly it to parted from the scalp and at last it was severed and free. The first thing that the house keeper did was wipe and clean the severed braid from the shaving cream before placing it neatly into the teak box. Then she slowly ran her fingers over the bald skull checking that is was free of stubble. It was, which was no surprise as she had shaved Dora's head thrice a week. Now there would be two heads to shave. She put her fingers and hands over the girls cheeks and tilted Eleanor's head back into her lap. She looked down into the girls face and was happy to see that the girl was a lot more relaxed which was a better outcome then when Dora had her hair removed. She looked up and saw Dora was awake and watching the proceedings. She gave Dora a smile and received one in return and then returned to looking down into the girls face. She found her looking up into her eyes and gave her bald skull a couple of pats. "You are a very brave girl cheri and I am very proud of you. Now there is another thing I must reluctantly do. Do you remember little one?" She saw the alarm and continued stroking the bald head. "Relax. Take a deep breath and relax. There is no hurry. Tell me when you are ready." Eleanor started to breath again and taking another small sip allowed her self to relax. She looked up again and gave a nod that she was ready. " Good, soon be over. Now walk your knees forward and arch your back into my lap." This was a bit harder then it looked as the shift that Eleanor wore was under her knees and caught. She slowly worked her knees and freed some slack on the trapped shift. As this was happening she was arching her back as she moved back further into the housekeepers lap. She raised her left arm to allow the girl more room the lowered it when the girls head was under and behind her armpit. "Now, same pleases cheri; arms behind you back and grip the wrists and hang on till I tell you to let go," she took a moment to admire the arch of the girls body. The knees were some what spread causing the pubic thatch and mound to be very visible. The other two objects that were even more visible were of course the girls breasts and there protruding jutting nipples. The thin material hide them somewhat but the size of the two orbs was quite evident. They were full and it would need two hands to enfold them. Marie glanced up and saw that Dora was wide awake, her eyes roving over the arched body, anticipating what was to come. "Now I must touch your breasts Eleanor, is it okay if I do so?" The girl didn't answer at once but did seem to relax a bit more before she finally replied with a muffled yes from under her arm. Using her left hand she got some slack from the shift below the breast and bought it up tight to contain the very full breast. Using her other hand to assist she tucked and formed the material over the left breast and when the material was formed and tight, she held it in place with her left hand. This freed up her right hand and she picked up a piece of sewing chalk with it and started to carefully mark the outline of the left breast on the material of the shift. She glanced up and found Dora watching and not missing anything as she slowly marked the material over the breast. One down, one to go. Holding the material in position with her left hand she started the same procedure with her right then using both she stared to mark the material over the right breast. It was not a big job and was soon done, she released the girl from her position and asked when she was ready to get up off the floor and seat her self next to her. Marie thought it had not gone bad at all. Dora had been much worse. It had taken three nights of patient work to get her where Eleanor was now. There was no force and it really wasn't about Dora making a decision, it was more staying with the decision she had made two minutes ago. At one stage she had thought it was not to be and maybe Dora had felt that too for she settled on the last night for Marie to finish her off. Finished off was what was needed now and she beckoned Dora from her bed. "Dora would you be so kind as to help me with Eleanor, I am tired and would like to finish," she said. It was nearly one in the morning and Eleanor seemed to have lost focus or more likely the girl being totally unused to to strong liquor was some what . . . . pissed! Dora flicked the covers down and in her shift and night cap rose from the bed. She came across and gave a hand to Marie to get Dora up and onto the sofa. Marie had her tuck her self into the corner of the sofa with her night dress rucked up so the she could spread her legs and support Eleanor between her them with the girl laying over her body. She got Dora to push Eleanor forward for a moment and tucked the girls hands behind her back. She took up the scissors but put them down again straight away, she needed a moments rest herself. Marie took a moment to look at Dora who was holding up Eleanor with her arms around the girls waist. There were tears coming from her eyes and she was quietly singing a sad Gaelic folk song to the girl she held in her arms. Dora had taken quite a while to come to terms with her bald head and the removal of the material of her shift that covered her breasts. Her bare breasts were being used now as a pillow to support the bald head of Eleanor. Eleanor Eleanor was recovering somewhat and the fright seemed to come back and take control of her body. Dora's arms closed tighter around her and the song seemed to take on a new depth that penetrated the mind of the frightened girl. She seemed to calm. Marie the mademoiselle, the house keeper, the reluctant perpetrator of these modifications to a stranger wasted no time and fluffed the front of the shift over the left breast and started to cut on the lines she had applied a few minutes ago. The breast started to appear and Marie inserted her hand as soon as she could and cupped the breast to protect it from the sharp blade of the scissors. The first circle of material started to reveal that what had been hidden; covered and secret. Something that Eleanor had thought of as one of her most private parts was now being exposed to two women that she hardly knew. She burst into uncontrolled tears. The song didn't stop and the soft, slow, cadence of the Scot ballad seemed to enter and calm the girls mind. The soft strokes on the bald head had a calming influence as well. When she was calm and still again mademoiselle started with the help of Dora on the other breast and soon what had been a secret part of her body was bare and on display. Mademoiselle and Dora took at moment to explore Eleanor's bare breasts with there eyes. They were an an alabaster white and perfect in there symmetry. With her arms still behind back and Dora's arms around her waist, Eleanor bare breasts displayed to perfection. Exposure to the air in the room had bought the nipples out. They were slim and short, barely protruding from the peak of the breast and surrounded by the two inch wide discs of the the light brown aureole. The surviving material of the shift was now flat against the body with a small amount of material between the two breasts. The job was done and Eleanor was helped to her half of the bed where Dora joined her and pulled the doona up over them both. Marie was tired but happy and went through the room for a last check. The towels and dirty clothing had gone down a chute, the wardrobes were locked and except for the doona and there modified shifts they were as they were. Bald and bare breasted. There would be no more midnight trips to the back gate from this room. She left the room. On her way out she locked the door in the open position against one of the wardrobes. Two young Victorians were left to sleep and did so as the candle gutted and there remained only the dimmest light entering the room from the street gas lights. * * * Marie went down one flight of stairs to her apartment and on opening the door found a note from the Doctor had been passed under her door. She moved to her parlor and lit the gas light then seated her self and opened the note. The Doctor was called away and had taken the night train to Bristol where he may have found a young girl that was willing to help as a subject in his research. Marie smiled to her self. The Doctor was all ways hopeful of finding someone but when they found out what was required they all declined to take up the position. It was the plight of the London poor that drove his research and in particular the inability of some nursing mothers to produce milk for there infants. What the Doctor needed was a young girl that would allow herself to have lactation induced on her breasts. It seemed that there were few takers. Marie loved working for the Doctor and being in charge of his house and felt sad for the noble man. Here was an important medical cause that was halted for the lack of a suitable subject to test the knew serum on. With a sigh she put down the note and made her self ready for bed. Tomorrow was another day. * * * * * * To be continued . . . Eleanor and I So I've always wondered what it would be like to have sex with another woman. I think it's something many women think about. Well...this year I found out. There has always been a certain something between Eleanor and me, and I really don't know why, other than the fact that we talk to each other about our sex lives (or lack of them). For the record, Eleanor has a fantastic sex life with her husband, and I have none at all with mine. However, I do have a lover who I see from time to time, and sex with him has never been better. We were on holiday when it first happened, lying on the sun loungers in our bikinis, already golden brown. We started talking, teasing each other. We had joked about having sex with each other before, but now we were on holiday together, near naked most of the time, relaxed, hot, and sharing a room -- something was bound to happen. I have always found Mandy attractive -- she is pretty, quite short, with large breasts -- a curvy, hourglass figure. I am much taller than her, with very long legs and smaller breasts. We have always joked that if you put her breasts and my legs together you would have the perfect woman! We carried on chatting and drinking our wine, and Mandy said that when we went back to the room she was going to bring a glass full of ice with her, and do to me what her husband did to her. I didn't really believe her to be honest -- despite all the joking in the past nothing more than a kiss had happened. Anyway, true to her word she went to the bar before we went back to our room and we went in giggling like school girls. As soon as we got in she put the glass down and turned to me, putting her arms around me and kissing me deeply. I could feel her breasts pushing up against me and the warmth of her skin, her nails caressing my back as her kisses got deeper. I knew this was serious now, and I decided just to go with it. She lead me to the bed and we kneeled up, facing each other, our hands travelling over each others bodies, exploring the curves and hollows, sliding under bikini straps and tracing the outline of each other's bikini bottoms. She was definitely the one in charge -- which is just how I like it. She reached behind me and undid the halter neck and clasp of my top, letting it fall away. Then she pushed me down onto the bed and leaned over me to suck and lick my breasts and nipples. She bit sharply, making me cry out with pain and pleasure, her lips tracing my tan lines and her nails digging in to my shoulders. I reached forward to caress her breasts, which were almost falling out of their bikini top. Such luscious breasts -- so full and feminine. Impatiently she undid her own top, letting her breasts swing freely and gasping as I reached out to caress them and pinch her nipples. We pressed in to each other, enjoying the feeling of skin against skin, exchanging hot, moist kisses and moans of pleasure. Eleanor reached over the glass to scoop up a piece of ice. Taking it in her mouth she kissed my neck and then slowly down between my breasts, the ice melting quickly and making little rivers over my skin. It felt so delicious, so sexy. Another piece, and now further down over my belly, sucking and licking my belly button, and unconsciously now I am caressing my breasts, and my hips move in slow circles as she gets nearer and nearer to my sex. She takes my bikini bottoms off and I am completely naked, a thick thatch of dark hair hiding what I know is a very wet and swollen pussy. More ice and Eleanor is licking my inner thighs, making me shudder with pleasure. Then I gasp in surprise as she takes yet another piece and slides it straight in to my pussy. It feels incredible -- it is sharply cold, but my pussy is so hot that it melts almost instantly and I can feel the cool water trickling out and over my ass. More and more ice, one piece after another and then finally the relief I have been craving as her cold fingers find my clit and she begins to rub firmly, over and over. I thrust my hips forward, moaning with pleasure, my breathing shallow and quick. Eleanor is talking to me, encouraging me as I get closer and closer to orgasm, telling me to let go, asking me if I like what she is doing to me. Fuck yes. Fuck fuck fuck I scream as the orgasm takes me and my hot juices flow out to mingle with the ice water. Eleanor says she doesn't need to come, and only does every so often with her husband. I want to give her the same pleasure she has given me, but for now I relent. Is this just a holiday thing? Will we go back to being just good friends when we get home? I guess there's more to tell... Eleanor & William: Savage William found his sister in the living room, and as he approached her she continued to back away from him as if she were frightened of something. Her eyes were wide with terror, a stunned look on her face, her dress torn, her breast bruised and exposed. He could plainly see her shame through the veil of her tears. “Who has been here Sara…?” “What has happened?” She stood there, her mind dazed unable to relate to him the details of what had occurred. “Sara, speak to me dear!” “John,” a single word repeated over and over again. William only knew one John, his late fathers brother, John Harrison Conley. William had never liked nor trusted his uncle. But tolerated him for his father’s sake, although the two were never really that close. “Sara, listen to me sweetheart, this is important. Do you mean uncle John?” The answer was found in the nod of her head, she was too ashamed to look at her brother, her eyes lowered to the floor. “I-It wasn’t m-my fault Bill, I tried to stop him but I couldn’t!” She broke down then tears flowing down her cheeks, deep tremors rolling through her young body. Her heart was breaking as he held her. “Sara honey, listen to me, it’s going to be all right. I’ll take care of it darling. Just give me a few days Sara!” He put his arms around her drawing her into the circle of his arms offering what little comfort he could provide. Sara was five months past her fourteenth birthday, she was a gentle girl quick to smile and very bright. Her eyes were blue and her hair a richly highlighted medium coffee color. Her physical appearance was a bit advanced for her age; she had the curvaceous voluptuous frame of an older girl. She and William had always been buddies, he adored her. He should have been there, but he hadn’t been. It was his job to look after her now, and he had failed her. He felt like crying too, but he wouldn’t, his father never had, and he was his father’s son. He didn’t stop the act, but he wouldn’t let it go unchallenged either! There was no real wall of safety now that dad was gone. Strange, how one sleepy overworked truck driver, on a late and lonely road, could impact adversely so many different things. He was five months away from his enlistment, planning to let the Navy provide a higher education for him, saving his family the burden of helping with that expense. It seemed strange to William, the twist and turns that the path of life was in the process of taking. He was beginning to wonder, if all of it together, might not overwhelm him. He loved his sister dearly; to be violated so intimately in the privacy of her own home was a deed unforgivable. The dark clouds of his anger crowded him, like a black and unholy gathering of all the basest desires ever spawned in the human heart. He was raging internally when a clear head was what he needed most. “We will see if big John takes, as well as he gives. His mind now beginning to click.” He would keep this from his mother, at least for now. That part would be the easy part. Working two jobs now, she was seldom here anymore, and if she was she was either resting or tending household needs. For the first time since his father’s death he realized how alone he really was, and the weight of that knowledge was draining the life force from his spirit. He picked up the phone and dialed his aunt Ellie, telling her he needed to see her as soon as it was convenient for her schedule. He told her he needed her help with something deeply significant to him. Asking her not to say anything to anyone. She told him to pop by Friday next, in the early evening. Her husband would be away on business over the weekend and they could talk in total security then. Eleanor Conley, lay the phone in its cradle: as she wondered what in earth would motivate such a serious tone in her nephews call. It must be a girl she thought, he was at that age. No matter, she would help in any way she could. It would be nice to William again it had been awhile. Friday arrived and Bill made ready for his meeting with Ellie, stuffing a few necessary items in the folds of his brief case. Then choosing his attire carefully and laying things out to the ready, he showered and shaved, making sure he was clean and presentable. When he arrived at her door at the appointed hour, he rang the bell, and waiting there, the fleeting thought, that he should turn around and go home strongly crossed his mind. But he fortified his resolve and determined to go forward. Eleanor opened her door and invited William into her home, not suspecting that anything of a notorious nature was amiss. She looked stunning, her hair was in a French roll at the back, her blond highlights magnified by the sheer black dress that expressed dynamically every subtle curve of her well formed body. She wore white high heels and dark smoke stockings that stopped just below the top of the slit in the side of her dress. William had always known his aunt was beautiful, but this evening her image surpassed all these memories. She was leggy, with well-formed breast and extremely attractive. She was in her mid thirties but looked twenty-three, blessed with a beautiful face, and well balanced pleasant personality. She was a woman of breeding and sophistication, very articulate and intelligent. She led him to the kitchen and politely pulled out one of the heavy oak chairs for him, seating herself directly across from him she smiled reassuringly and ask. "What is it you wanted me to help you with William?" Bill looked into her soft green eyes and said, "I don't know how to begin Eleanor," he said as he opened his brief case. "I came to fuck you Ellie, to force myself between your lovely legs and pump my seed deep into your body," he spoke even as he grabbed the front of her dress, pulling her from the chair. She struggled with him, but was no match for his 194-pound frame, with it's six foot one and half inch leverage. He was athletic, from years of football and sports and very heavily muscled. His body was pressed close to hers as they struggled, and he could feel the warmth of it and the firmness of her breast. Every movement of her lower body brought an increasing sensation of pleasure to him. There was complete surprise on her face, as he forced her down on the table. Her dress had torn at the top, and falling away revealed a mint colored lace bra. Her lovely sheer dress now up around her waist, revealed a matching pair of dainty lace panties. Without further explanation he reached up and ripped the dress from her body. Then slide the lacy bra up and over her firm breast. "Stop it William, stop it this instant, are you mad," she croaked? She laid there trying to think and remember if she had said or done anything to her nephew, that would warrant this kind of behavior. Bill looked down at the naked form in front of him, and was immediately hard. "My god, she was beautiful," he thought. He savagely ground his hardness into her exposed mound, as his hands danced over her breast devouring the soft creamy skin at his fingertips. She slapped him hard across the face, angered he slapped her back. He pulled her from the table and spanked her ass hard! Holding his other arm firmly across her upper back. "Stop it Bill that hurts, stop it now you bastard," she cried out! She was sobbing uncontrollably now, her cheeks wet with her tears. With every movement of her struggle she was stimulating William's huge bulging hardness. He paused to softly rub her mound, and seek the hiding place of her clit. He knew from her sharp gasp when he had passed over it, and began to work that area intently. In a few moments he slipped his fingers under the dainty mint panties to feel the heat and wetness of her body. Smoothly his fingers sailed up and down the slick valley of her passion. Ellie wasn't struggling nearly as hard as she had been, and there were soft sounds coming from her now. He timidly inserted two fingers into her tight wetness slowly stroking in and out of her, wiggling his fingers against the walls of her vagina as he went. "William please, this is so wrong! Let me go, I won't tell a soul please stop, you have no idea what your doing to me," she pleaded softly. His fingers and hands were so wickedly wonderful on her body; she loved the sensation they brought her. Bill slid the dainty panties down and off her shapely legs, then said, "Eleanor you are going to lay belly down on that table with your feet flat on the floor, I intend to eat you, would you like that sweet Ellie," he ask her? "Bill, please stop this is so serious, what have I done wrong Bill for God's sake baby I love you, please don't make me do it," her plea was but a shocked whisper! She knew that if he continued his rough exploration of her she would eventually succumb to his advances. She moved slowly but without a struggle, and lie before him, her curvaceous ass open wide for his pleasure. He wasted no time, and inserted the point of his hot tongue into her vulva seeking her clit. There was a spasmodic lurch from her body as his tongue brushed against her hard nub, he locked down on it assaulting it furiously. She moaned deeply, it was the opening note of her first love song of the evening. "Oh God she thought, how marvelous it feels. How wicked, depraved and exciting. She knew her hungry sex was getting wet, oh how she wanted to feel him inside her. Even knowing it was sinfully evil and wrong." Progressing he moved on to the sweetly formed pouting cunt lips of her sex and teasingly inserted the tip of his tongue, forcing them partially open. Reveling in the slightly saline spicy taste of her heat, and the magnificent bouquet of her body. He slammed as much of his tongue into her cunt as he could, probing deeply inside her body, rewarded for his effort by the sounds in his ears. He began lapping at her sex, in long strokes, running from her lips to her clit. Then impaled his hard tongue in her ass wiggling as deeply in as he could get it. "My God how sick and depraved, he was actually tonguing her anal cavity. It felt so wonderful, lust rose in her body like a tidal wave. His hot tongue sent lightening bolts of tingling passion shooting through her body, crashing against her clit, warming it with a sweet soft glow. It was driving her to madness. After a brief period of this treatment she was actually trying to shift her body into a position more advantageous to her pleasure. But he avoided further contact with her clit, electing instead to tease around it until she was mad for it. Even though he was young and relatively inexperienced, he knew from her cooing, he was ringing her chimes. Oh God please she thought, his tongue felt so soft and warm against her. He used it like a sweet velvet whip, every lash bathing her tender flesh with a blushing tingle of warmth. Dam him for doing this, storming her fortifications, not with the weapons of war, but tenderness. She wanted to submit so badly right now she felt like crying. Her fragrance was even more wonderful now, her flavor changing to a sweet hot spice. Her moisture had increased significantly and she was moving on his face with a delicate sense of urgency. The notes of her gentle cooing charming his ears, and filling his body with heat. He moved his tongue upward and teasingly flicked his hot wet muscle across her anal opening. There was an immediate barrage of deep salty tones that issued forth from her lovely throat. She was hot now running like a river, the lips of her sex engorged to the point of opening on there own. He sensed she was ready now to receive him into her moist heat. Bill finally stood and unleashed his broad formidable tool; the beast being ravenously hungry now and ready to devour, twitching as it lay in his hand. "Eleanor, do you still wish me to halt this assault," he ask her? There was only the sound of her whimper, as she lie shivering before him. He passed his stiffness from the dewy folds of her lips, and then back up to her clit repeatedly. Collecting the sweet lubricating nectar of her body on the monsters head. Pausing briefly at the gates to paradise, to momentarily tease her swollen lips, afterward he then slowly slide the hungry beast into her heated cavern, invading the sanctity of her body. Eleanor shuddered as he slid his hard enormous member into her tight sex. She responded to its intrusion into her body not with protest, but with a deep low sultry moan of pleasure. "This was her William she thought, the boy she had watched grow up doing this, driving her to the pinnacle of sexual desire, then skillfully bringing her to orgasm against her will," she was marveled! Then the raw unmitigated pleasure of his movements inside her forced all thoughts out of her mind, as her reasoning faculties, kneeled in obedient reverence before the raging power of her sexual urges. "Oh God Bill, please," she begged him! William drew back, and slammed into this beautiful woman's shapely body, bottoming out before his entire length was in her. Her breath exploded out from within her, from the sheer brutal force of his entry. She lie there quivering against his hard young form as he halted inside her to pause and enjoy the warmth of his first woman. He felt the soft clutching ripple of her passage walls massage his staff, relishing the sensation of her hot wetness surrounding him. "Oh God William, baby please yes," she whimpered! William noted as he paused she was pushing back against his member now, and she was dripping wetness between her legs, the stuff was running down the insides of her lovely thighs. Her perfectly shaped ass wiggled against him, urging him to continue his forced rape of her body. Reaching up he placed his hand in hers, to see what her response would be; she squeezed it lovingly, and kissed the back of it. He coaxed his member deeply into her burning body and finally achieved complete penetration of his aunt. "Would you like to turn over Eleanor," he ask her? "Yes please Bill, I want to watch your face," she told him. He placed a chair under each foot, and gently laid her down on her back, gaining his first clear view of her frontal charms. Her vulva was full well delineated and defined, and slightly parted, like a dewy morn flower on the verge of blooming. The well formed vaginal lips were ripe and parted exposing a splash of bright wet crimson. She was shaved, which surprised him, and there was a small brightly colored tattoo of a dragon high and left of her sex. Her tummy was flat and her breast were magnificently well shaped and firm. The overall vision was clearly stirring and endearing to Williams heart! "You belong on the pages of Playboy Ellie," he told her as he looked down into her soft green eyes. There was no fear there now, only a soft smoky passion, instinctively he bent over and kissed her. She placed her arms about his neck and held him closely, as she forced her tongue into his mouth showing him how it was really meant to be done. Then teasingly she started nibbling his ear and running her long nails down the back of his neck, causing his cock to spasm wildly deep inside the moist softness of her body. They continued their necking for some time, as he slowly moved in and out of her tight warm opening. He smiled at her when she released him, and he began to move in earnest to bring her to culmination, releasing her from the seething passion he had kindled in her. There would be no sweet slow penetration now. His urges demanded much more. Suddenly Ellie thrust herself upward on his young cock and began stroking him rapidly, never moving her eyes from his. Bill encouraged by her movements, drove at her body like a madman. While his hands hungrily devoured the tender warmth of her soft breast, pausing now and then to tease her hard rose colored nipples. "Oh God Bill, fuck me baby, hard please!" Her voice deep, with a hint of salt and smoke was extremely sexy. This unholy thing consumed her, its lust and wickedness spurring her on in her wanton behavior. Fucking her own nephew and loving every inch of him, it was sick but she didn’t care, she just needed to explode against his youthful hardness. Bill felt her passage ripple around him, beginning as a mere gentle squeeze that soon became so violent that it nearly forced him out of her body, and became slightly uncomfortable. Her eruption was accompanied with a tremendous amount of fluids spewing out on his pub and thighs. But the most wonderful thing was the orchestrations emanating from between her shapely lips. The complete verbalization of her sexual intensity enthralled him. Her face had softened losing that urgent cast; it was replaced now by a sweet gentle and brightly radiant smile. She smiled at him with joy, as she felt him stiffen and swell inside her body. He began to pump his cream in powerful gushes into her soft warm cavern, and it felt to her as if there were a gallon of it. She rolled her lower body upward on his pumping cock and smiled as she helped him empty every last drop of it into her soaked vaginal passage. She placed her lips against his ear and whispered, "I should be pissed at you William, but I'm not, I'm glad you took me, and I love you. I have watched you these last couple of years, and wanted you sexually. I have fantasized about you, even imagining it was you between my legs, when your uncle made love to me." With that she kissed him again, and ran her graceful fingers through his thick auburn locks, watching him with those expressive green eyes. Bill was shocked by his aunt’s revelation; he never had the slightest inkling that there was any interest of a sexual nature in her for him. But he was elated and flattered by her confession. She rose from the table with his assistance, and stood on unsteady legs, his fluids and hers running down the inside of her shapely thighs. She held him close a moment hugging and kissing him. When she finally broke her embrace she offered to make coffee, which he declined. He suggested a beer, and she got one for both of them. She sat across from him, unashamed of her nakedness. Bill was pleased, because she was a spectacular sight, five foot, four inches, of exquisitely formed female flesh, and he told her so. She smiled shyly, and giggled. William knew as he watched her reaction to his statement that he loved her, and told her so. Looking at him she paused an instant, then burst into tears, lowering her head as she cried. He didn't fully understand her reaction, but he was sorry now he had involved her in this, she was a wonderful lady. How would he tell her now? How would he begin? "Eleanor, you told me you loved me, did you mean it," he ask her? "Yes William, I did," she said softly. "Ellie, you are my first love, and I have always admired you. I would like to be with you Ellie, become your lover. If you‘d have me after all this.” Her eyes misted again with the surge of emotion in her, as she placed her hand in his, and squeezed softly. From there he explained the events involving Sara's ravaging, his plot for vengeance, her part included. Her eyes ran the gamut of human emotion as the tale unfolded before her, surprise, sorrow, anger, and pain. Last of all he told her how sorry he was he had involved her in his poorly conceived act of vengeance. Eleanor stood gracefully, and then moved to kneel in front of his chair. She placed her hands on the sides of his face, and softly kissed him. It was a slow sweet simmering kiss, that stirred strongly those cooling embers of his desire, slowly swirling upward, the brightly colored sparks of his passion rose against the sky, then slowly descended again like fine ash, that settled on his lips with a warm tingle. "She was amazing he thought, there couldn't possibly be another woman like her in the whole of the universe. Eleanor & William: Savage "Honey, you moved heaven above me, and the earth below tonight. I have never experienced anything like you before, and we will have a relationship. I am profoundly sorry about your Sara, and we will deal with John. We have many plans to make Bill, but first, please stay the night with me," she ask, as she stood. Her request was almost a plea. Bill stood and followed her to the bedroom, admiring the sensual sway of her tight bottom as they went, and the rippling muscles of her calves. The bedroom was large, plush, and immaculate, he seated himself on her large bed by invitation, and watched the hottest woman in the world parade before him completely naked. She was a grand vision standing there, her stiletto’s still on her feet, her legs spread wide, one hip thrust provocatively out. Her thigh high smoke stockings still in place, but everything else gone now. She was a classy broad, and he told her so. She giggled again and smiled at him. He had thought all his life he knew her, the quiet, reserved, and always serious, aunt Ellie. But she was really a soft sensitive woman, easily opened, and full of passion. It was like discovering a new friend, being with her this way. She removed something at the back of her head, and all that glorious, shimmering golden hair tumbled down, cascading about her neck and shoulders. She moved to kneel in front of him again, but the embrace she sought this time was of a more passionate nature. Lowering her head she quickly engulfed his flaccid member surrounding him with the penetrating warmth of her mouth; he let go with a loud groan at the sheer surprise, and sweetness of the sensation. It wasn't long until matters had firmed a bit, and Ellie had blown his ash-covered embers to a full fanned roaring inferno. He was spell bound as he watched her hungrily consume his staff, and marveled at the sweet sensation of her mouth. She was beautiful even now with her hair in disarray, her face flushed and contorted with her efforts. Then he felt it stir deep in his sac, and said, "Ellie stop, I'm about to go!" "No, I won't stop," she told him, and continued on. Bill had tried to save her, but it was to late now, he let loose with a torrent of hot thick cream right into her mouth. He knew she would be pissed, but to his surprise she drank it down with gusto, sucking out and swallowing every last drop. When she finished she sucked in hard, and slowly raised her head until he slipped out with a loud pop that nearly made him faint. Looking him square in the eye she smiled, like the cat that got the canary, then kissed him full on the mouth tongue and all. It was salty but he wasn’t about to protest this new experience and risk offending her. It wasn’t as bad as eating half cooked eggs. Bill collapsed on the big bed deliriously happy, and Ellie scrambled right up beside him. “God Ellie, you are a savage dear,” he told her as his hand ran freely over her exposed breast. She laughed, smiled, and then bit the hell out of his nipple. “Ouch, dam you,” he told her! “Asshole,” she said and smiled! “Slut,” he replied! “Yes I am, and aren’t you glad,” teasingly. “You have me their, I love it, and I love you Ellie,” moving closer. With misty eyes she kissed him again, a deep, slow, sensual kiss, which only lovers give away. They necked for some time, and she was like a horny hungry teenager. They remained that way for some time, locked in each other’s arms. Making plans and holding loneliness at bay. Ellie said they would need some excuse for remaining in close proximity, so they could continue to see each other without raising suspicion. William knew she was right, then she suggested he take employment with her fathers company, that way business could always be the perfect reason for their meeting each other. She was partial heir to the Hollingsworth fortune, a shareholder and member of the board in her fathers company. She would leave John, but not before humiliating him and revealing her knowledge of his activities with Sara. No one involved wanted to pursue a legal course of action for his rape, as that would be to harrowing an experience for his young Sister. Then Ellie kissed him, and rolled her lithe shapely body over on top of him. She began to rake his nipples with her nails, and then slowly drug them down his belly to his shaft and proceeded to bring them up the sides of his member, making him shiver beneath her. She wrapped her fingers around his half hard cock and began to stroke him. In a very short period of time he was as hard as steel again. She grasp his cock and aimed its bulging head at her entrance then slowly with deliberation lowered her warm moist body down on him. “God Ellie, you really are savage, and I like it,” he told her smiling. “Never before tonight,” she quipped! Smiling right back at him! She began to move in haste against him and the sensation was the most wonderful thing he had ever experienced. To lay under her nearly helpless and without control, was almost more than his sensory system could endure. He watched amazed as she took his cock deep into her small slit, it seemed to become even larger beneath her small body, the sight was exotically titillating. The look on her face told him she would not last long, and he knew from his own body’s urgings that he wouldn’t either. It had been a night filled with wondrous new experiences for William, one he would remember for the rest of his life. He was slick with her moisture now. Bucking strongly upward into Ellie’s body his hips rose slightly off the bed and impaled his rock hard cock into his sweet aunts sopping cunt, forcing a cry of delight from between her sweet lips. With her hands flat on the mattress supporting herself, William’s lean athletic young body hammered his sweet Eleanor into a high state of sexual agitation. Her head thrown back, her hair wildly splayed down her back she moaned as she submitted both her body and will to her lover. Suddenly she threw herself forward on the palms of her hands and began to stoke with such abandoned ferocity that they both came simultaneously in a wild twisting orgy of sound and sweat. She collapsed on William sated, basking in the warmth of his nearness and the strong male scent of his body. As her shattered self-image slowly settled back to earth her spirit was illuminated by the brightness of her release, and the pure sweet unadulterated bliss of her body. Their were tears in her eyes as she kissed him, never had anything in her life been as sweet as this night had been. Placing her soft lips near his ear she whispered, “William, I am in love with you,” and then she moved to cling to him refusing to let go. Thus they rested, allowing the chemistry of their bodies, to restore their physical energies. Ellie rose from the bed, taking Williams hand, she led him to the shower and proceeded to purify his body. Necking with him beneath the warm flow of water like some teenage lover. The entire scenario filled her with a youthful tenderness, and called again that innocent loving girl she had been so many years ago. Before life and circumstance had first tempered, then dismissed those soft romantic tendencies in her. She would not allow that to happen again she silently determined! She was so glad she had been William’s first love, he was such a gorgeous young man, and she was in love with him. When they had finished drying each other off, William scooped her up in his arms and carried her to bed. They slept very close together that first night. And for the first time in a good while Eleanor Conley slept contentedly, a deep restful refreshing sleep, with a slight smile to her lips. ******* Continued in the plot…