2 comments/ 21970 views/ 1 favorites Ella By: foreignbacon It's surprising that Ella was so young. I am only a few years older, but she knew everything, and I had never even touched myself. The girl had hair that you couldn't remember, but her lips were a tattoo upon yours. Her eye color didn't matter. The thing that mattered was if she was looking with them into yours. And her voice was so different, during the act. She was amazing. I am not a lesbian. I think that it may be a path one day for me to follow, but I think it just won't happen now. Ella changed how I think about them, though. My name is Imogen, and I am no longer a virgin (to a woman, I mean.) It all happened with me losing my way. I had been walking from the store back home, but I just lost every sense of direction I had. Then, I saw Ella. She was walking down the dark sidewalk, closing in on me. I remember her clothes exactly, but then again, they were ripped off her only a few minutes after. We bumped shoulders and then she grabbed mine. "Oh, I apologize," The olive skinned girl smiled wickedly, tracing every part of my face with her eyes. "You're not by chance looking for a good night?" I swallowed back fright, but I knew that this girl couldn't hurt me. She probably just wanted drinks or something. "Yeah, that sounds fun." She adjusted her faux-fur vest and cocked her head. "I'll show you the way...?" "Imogen." I rushed my name, listening as she whispered hers. Ella slipped her hand in mine and drug me behind her. After only a block of walking, she took me into a small house, very neat because it lacked everything unessential. It had a bed, though, in every room. "Immy," She bit her lip with perfect pearls. "May I call you-" "Yes." I nodded, sitting down on the edge of one bed. Ella giggled. "I don't think I want you to pay. You're a virgin, huh? Little Mary," She remarked, watching my second, sadder, nod. "I'll show you what you've been missing." She pulled off the vest and it left a small, transparent, pink dress, down to her upper thighs. She crawled on her hands and knees next to me, and then she pulled her knee over my head. For some reason, I made no objection, and just stared up at her shaved skin. She had no underwear on. "Don't worry, I'm totally clean. I just want you to go crazy. Do whatever you want, but when I say the safety word, you stop. Nothing but the safety word, okay?" My eyes widened. "No, I'm not a sadist or a masochist. I'm sorry-" Ella raised an eyebrow. "This isn't s&m, babe. This is just to make me feel... better. You'll be next." She heaved a sigh and whispered, leaning down and breathing in my ear, "The safety word is Immy." She nodded and sat back up. My heart was racing, but I wrapped my arms around her thighs and pulled her warm self onto me. I could breathe, but hardly. She smelled so good, which I didn't expect, since it's, well... her snatch. I slowly, trembling, ran my tongue over her labia, earning a small moan. She gripped my head, ramming my mouth onto her lips. She muttered, "Oh, virgins," and with that, I began going crazy. My tongue ran over her wet pussy, and she screamed in her palm. Then, I guess unexpectedly, I flung my tongue into her hole. She yelped and I stopped. She shook her head. "I didn't say Immy. Keep going!" It seemed like hours, just going in and out of her. She began to bounce up and down, giggling and occasionally letting cream fall onto me. Suddenly, she let everything go. Her body shook and she fell forward. All of her juices ran down my tongue and into my mouth. I decided to swallow, and it wasn't that bad. "Ooh," She sighed. "I didn't say the word, Imogen. Keep on-on-oooooon." She moaned loudly as I started to chew on one of her pussy lips. She ground herself onto my face and I licked at her throbbing mound. "Oh-oh-oh!" She screeched in ecstasy, growling, "Immy." My tongue resided back into my mouth, which I had wiped clean with the back of my hand. Ella climbed off of me and nodded, juice still running down her legs, onto her black, rhinestone-studded heels. "Your turn, baby," Her eyes lit up as she laid on top of me. "Have you ever had a kiss?" I shook my head once. "I want you." I told her. I prevailed, getting her to then press her lips to mine. We made out for only seconds before she slipped her tongue into my mouth. Our tongues tangled and fought for control, all while I stared into her endless eyes. She stopped the kiss by sliding down me, making sure to kiss my navel and laugh at my shock of pleasure. Ella rolled her eyes, snapping the button to my pants and dragging them to my ankles. "Immy, if you do not-" "Please." I pleaded, hunger in my eyes. I wanted her to do what I did to her, and I knew she could do better. "Please," I repeated. Ella slowly, knowing that it was torture, sunk forward and kissed me through my panties. I squirmed lightly, but she put a firm grip on my thighs with her hands. Her fingers were so long. She tapped them on my thighs for a moment before deciding some personal war. Ella took her right hand and hooked a finger in my panties and pulled them with a swift movement next to my jeans. She did something I totally didn't expect. She began fingering me! Ella started with running a single finger down on of my lips, which wasn't a shocking feeling. It was so warm, and sweet. She ran her finger north, over a sensitive spot and I jumped. Ella stopped and raised that pretty eyebrow again. "Was that what you're looking for?" I nodded, no way that I could lie to her. My eyes rolled back in my head as she ran her finger over the spot again and again, and then, she pushed it like a button. I took a sharp breath, ready for anything, when she pushed it again. Ella kept pushing my spot again and again until it felt like cum just shot out of me, but she didn't stop at that. In a fraction of a second, while I was preoccupied shuddering, she took her finger's place with her tongue. My thighs crashed embarrassingly against her head, and she grabbed them and spread them. Though they felt like breaking, I was too busy dying of pleasure to care. And all of a sudden, she stopped. "No penetration? It's okay, I don't mind." I shook my head violently, and managed a whimpering, "Oh, Ella, don't tease me!" Ella laughed, and I could feel her breathing on my pussy when she began to pet my mound softly with her tongue. She smacked my thighs harder against the bed and finally entered me. Her tongue was faster than a race car. She just wouldn't stop, either. I yelped and squirmed, but she just went faster, and I must have came for minutes straight when she started lapping up my cum. I sat up and thrust myself into her face. "C'mon, you can do better!" I grabbed her head and rubbed it over pussy. I could hear her groan and moan, stopping her work, letting me pleasure us both. She stood, licking the juice off her face and bit her lip. "No pay, Immy. Just promise you'll call again." She handed me a number on a piece of paper from the side table of the bed. As I was about to pull up my pants and underwear, she did the job for me, and added a lick to my 'spot' before zipping and buttoning my pants. "I'll see you later, doll." And she did. Ella and Harold I awoke the next morning feeling better than I had felt in a long time. Next to me Lies Ella, no longer my grandmother but my lover, and I am so content of heart. I rolled over to be closer and cupped her warm ample bosom in my hand, Oh how good it felt, a nice 42 D, yeah I knew the size as I romanced her bra some time ago. I don't know if I even washed it after, if I didn't I'm sure it is as stiff as I am now. Ella whispered, "That feels so nice Harold, are you moving in today?" "Sure am, and so looking forward to living here with you." "Give me another hour Harold, O.K?" "Yup." So I washed up and got dressed and close to eight, I began to make her breakfast. roast beef hash, fried eggs and toast as well as putting up a fresh pot of coffee. "Oh what a nice breakfast, having you live here will be great, do me a favor and step outside and grab the paper for me?" I was fixing up her plate as she's reading the paper through the gold half-glasses I came all over yesterday. "Harold, come here please." I did and Ella is holding the beads to her glasses, letting them hang and she lets them dangle by my crotch, raising and lowering them so they brush up against my blue Jeans which are tented due to my erection. Ella then takes her glasses and drags them against my pants and says, "I really like the effect these have on that cock of yours, we'll have to do something later on. Have you done anything with the gold pair I have laying around?" "The ones with the half-moons?" I asked. Ella's face looked so warm and kind when she asked me, "How is it a young guy like you, knows about half-moons?" Ella asked with sincere interest. "Maybe because I think they are romantic in women's glasses, the way the light is seen in your glasses, for whatever reason gets me so hard." "Have you ever worn bifocals, Harold?" "No, but I had this neighbor lady, her husband died and I'd help her with the groceries if I saw her lugging them in from her car. Well ond day after I helped her and as I was drinking a cup of coffee, I asked, 'Janet, what are those half circles in your glasses for?" "What did she tell you?" asked Ella. "She told me, 'Go to the living room and sit in my large red velvet chair.' She came to me and got on her knees and unbuckled my pants. "Ella, I could not believe what she was going to do." "What did she do?" She took her gold square glasses with the circles on the bottom and told me those are known as half-moons for seeing up close. She was wearing a nice pair of silver ovals with half-moons as she dragged her gold pair all over my cock and balls. I told Janet that I thought her half-moons were quite romantic and she mentioned, you could drop in around two on Tuesday's" "I see you are so turned on by this, how long did you see her on Tuesdays?" Ella asked?" "Oh a year or so, then she moved to her sisters in Rhode island." We finished our breakfast and Ella asked me if I was going to move in today, I told her I would and left to get my things. I came back around three, Ella was home and she told me to put my things in her large bedroom closet. After a nice supper of grilled burgers with cheese and bacon on buns and barbecued beans, I dressed up for Ella. I had a gray skirt; white blouse with ruffled v neck; patent black heels and I was looking good but not good enough. "Harold." Said Ella. "You look like a carpenters dream, 'Flat as a board and easy to screw.' Luckily I found a nice pair of tits for you, size forty two D. I really hope you like them. I have been looking around for a while. I mean if you want to dress like a woman, you should look like a woman.. I really love you and how you like dressing like me, I will help you with everything that goes with being a woman." I really liked my new boobs, with nipples even, and I looked quite womanly with them. Ella touched them up a bit for me. "So Harold, are you going to pick a woman's name for yourself?" "I doubt it, I think I'd be going too far if I did that." Ella giggled. "Harold, you are totally decked out in woman's clothes and you think a woman's name would be going too far?" "Well, I have thought of a name from time to time and the one I like best is Ramona." "That's a good Italian name." Ella said as she handed me her gold half-round glasses with the pearl beaded neck chain. "Put these on Ramona and take a look in the mirror." No doubt about it, I am a hot looking woman. "So Ramona, did you get any practice in on the piano today?" "No I was moving in." "O.k. put an hour and fifteen in, the first fifteen for Hanon." I put in a good hour and Ella came over to see how I was doing. We worked on Chopin's works for a bit and Ella expressed an interest in hitting the sack. Ella got out of most of her clothes but left on her patent black heels and black lacy bra. "Are you willing to let me suck on that giant cock of yours?" Ella chortled. "My mind went to Dicken's story 'David Copperfield' when Barkis, the old scraggly coach driver took Peggotty out for a ride. From what I remember, Peggotty was as willing as Barkis was and I know they had a fine old time. "I'm willing Ella." I said in a voice that could leave no doubt about wanting Ella's lips around my cock. I was sitting on the side of the bed and Ella was on her knees. Her silver ovals down her nose and her beaded pearl chain swaying gently as her head went up and down on my fat red cock. I loved how the bedside lamp was seen in her glasses as her head was up, and the look of her with my meat in her mouth when her head was down. She had her tongue licking the top of my dick as if it were a cone of ice cream. Ella then took her small gold half-glasses with beaded chain and started to drag them under my balls and with her thumb and fore finger wrapped around me, began to jerk me off ass well. My sex juices were now boiling and I blew a few good ropes of warm thick cum smack down Ella's throat. "Oh Harold, that was so good, I think seeing you dressed as a woman made it even better.! "Well, being dressed seemed to make it even better for me too Ella." "You do know of course that women can have a good time with each other. . .right?" "I've heard of that, Ella. "Well. I have this friend, Betty, I think you'd like her a lot. She has a nice tight ass, big hips and boobs, and I know you love big tits. Well I was thinking of us doing a three-some, could you like that?" "Well yeah." "Oh and she wears glasses, only for reading though." "What style Ella?" "The half-square style in gold and black with glass beaded neck chains." "How does she dress?" "She dresses as I do, skirts, blouses and patent black heels." "I'm looking forward to meeting her, Ella." "I know that, and I know she'll like you a lot. Time to hit the sack, all that hot sex has me sleepy now." Next morning I did up some homefries and eggs with toast and I put up a pot of fresh coffee. Ella walked into the kitchen and I saw a new light in her eyes. Must be that liquid lightning I blew into her last night I thought. "Well Harry, you're as good in the kitchen as you are in the bedroom." "I'm going out shortly to see my friend Jenna, so why don't you get in some good practice while the house is nice and quiet. I'l be back around six, and will pick up something from our Italian place. How about a good morning kiss?" We held each other, I had my hands on Ella's sexy ass, pulling her onto me and she had her hands round me pulling me into her and we ground our selves into each other. "Nothing like a morning dry hump huh Harry?" We finished breakfast and Ella was on her way over to see Jenna and I put in some good piano time after I made a nice angel cake for Ella. The cake was split and filled with blueberry pie filling and dusted with confectioners sugar. I knew she would like it. True to her word she was back at six in the evening. She had a few bags with her from a well known women's clothing shop. Ella bought me a few nice skirts and blouses and was very pleased I liked them. She was even more so when she saw the cake. "Who dropped off the cake?" "No one." "Where'd it come from?" "I made it for you, Ella. "You made me a birthday cake? that is so sweet, I didn't know you knew about baking." I was surprised. I had no idea it was Ella'd birthday but the fact I made her a cake was just fine and her face was wreathed in happiness. She came to me and once again we got into pulling each other together. She ran her hand down into my pants and asked if it was a pistol in my pocket or was I happy to see her. Ella picked up supper from our favorite Italian eatery and as we are eating she asked me, "Have you ever had sex while being tied up?". I damn near choked on a meatball over that question.I was never tied up during sex but gave it thought every now and then. What would she tie me up with? ropes and chains. This sort of cooled me off to the idea. How would I explain to some medical staff how my asrms and legs got broke? Still I had to wonder. Ella it seems likes woman as well as men. She sure liked it when we got it on, me dressed as a woman. Is this another part of a woman I really don't know much about? and if so, what else am I going to find out? After a nice Italian supper she told me to stand up. I did so and with her hand in my pants, she took me to the bedroom and told me to strip. On the bed were a few long white belts with a double row of holes. She had me on the bed, hands tied behind me then to the headboard. My feet were tied together at the ankles and to the foot board. I wasn't going anywhere but then I did not want to either. She had me wearing a bra which was stuffed with the new boobs she got me earlier. Ella began to rub her sexy patent black fuck-me pumps all over my cock as she sucked me off.This did not last to long, just long enough to get me nice and hard.She looked so sexy wearing her gold half-round glasses with the bedside lamp sparkling on her pearl beaded neck chain as she lowered herself upon my cock. with her hands at her side, Ella began to work herself up and down my rod. My eyes were glued to her sexy tits jiggling around since she had no bra on. She also had a nice pair of gold square glasses with the half-moons hanging across them. "Oh this must be turning you on big time Harry, I need it so bad, that's a good part of why I want you here. I love that you like dressing as a woman as that gets me nice and hot and wet too. Stick that fucking thing way up me till I have stars in my eyes." Did Ella get partly bombed on that wine we had with supper? I had to wonder. It didn't matter though as I like what we are doing. I was slamming here pretty good or so I thought till she hollered, "Harder faster!" I'm pretty turned on, seeing Ella's glasses jiggling by her boobs with the light sparkling in those half-moons and her half-glasses down her nose, the glasses I came all over, yeah that was good. I knew that when she licked my cum off them, things between us would only get better. I pushed ther throttle of the love machine forward another few notches. In my head I could imagine a train engineer in loco 1751 of the Bay Colony pulling a string of coal cars over to Otis AFB. I wanted to give Ella seventeen hundred and fifty one horsepower of hard rough sex, the equivalent of over one and a third million watts, those sixteen pistons in that 567C EMD engine, those fucking ten inch pistons with close to a ten inch stroke, the engine opened up and blasting its deep throated exhaust, That traction generator putting out twenty one hundred and seventy seven amps at six hundred volts, yup Ella's getting it the way she wants. The sweat was rolling off us but we kept up to the beat of those pistons,boomba, boomba, boomba, boombaa sound any good railroader could appreciate. I blew my love up into Ella to the point she'd have sparks in her eyes for a long time to come. I am sure her friends are wondering from whom she is getting it. "Oah Harold, just WHAT did you do to Ella? Oh my, being tied up works good! "Was it good?" I asked, knowing it was the best fucking fuck she's had in a while "We have to do it like this much more often, Harold, MMMmmm. Ella was looking at me with a good amount of respect, I knew she knew she would be satisfied many times over. "Oh Harold, it'll be even better after Monday." "Why what's happening on Monday?" "The man is comming to install the mirror." My head was swimming with bazaar thoughts, bondage, liking women, mirrors, like wtf? "What mirror?" "The one for the ceiling, you silly Billy." "I so had no idea you were into this Ella." "She looked at me with a look that ranged between angor and amazement. "For Gods sakes, I'm only kidding, damn I had no idea you'd take me serious about that. "Well Ella . . .you liking women, bondage, what am I to think?. What looked like anger left Ella. "Harold, I was only talking about the mirror because I read about it in one of my novels." "So you're not getting a mirror? "Not anytime soon if that makes you feel better. "Ella, it's happening." "What's happening? "I'm getting the munchies, what else?" "Me too Harry, glad I got plenty of food for supper. "Yeah the four cheese sauce, ziti and sausage was delicious." "Harry, if you can play piano like you satisfied me, you'll be a concert pianist." Ella and Her Prince Everyone knows the story of Cinderella but there is some doubt that the story was meant for children or that it is complete. Most people accept it, but some of us think there must be more. The missing part is generally acknowledged to be after the Prince finds Cinderella and places the glass slipper on her foot and before they live happily ever after. If this missing portion is ever found, I think it will resemble the following... Cinderella was shown to a magnificent bedroom in the castle on her first night there. When she was alone, she looked around the room, not believing how large it was. With windows and a fine floor, and with a magnificent bed. Moreover, it was just for her. As she walked around the room for the third time, she was startled to come face-to-face with her Fairy Godmother. "You seem very happy to be here, Ella." "Yes, Fairy Godmother, I can't believe the good fortune I've had." "It's all real, Ella...and I've come to tell you what you must do next. Come, sit with me, we will talk." They walked together to a window seat. Cinderella looked out the window one more time before she sat. Her Fairy Godmother took her hand and began. "Tomorrow, the Prince will ask you to go with him in a carriage into the woods. He will stop the carriage and help you from it. He will spread a blanket for the two of you to sit. He will pour some wine and look into your eyes. He will ask you to marry him." Cinderella gasped, unable to speak. Her Fairy Godmother continued. "When he has asked you, the first thing you must tell him is that your name is Ella and that he should never call you Cinderella again." "Oh, I could never tell the Prince what he must do!" Her Fairy Godmother smiled. "Yes, you can, Ella...and it is very important that you do so." Then the Fairy Godmother leaned closer to Ella and began to talk softly. She told her what else she could expect and what she had to do. As her Fairy Godmother was talking, Ella gasped several more times. She lowered her eyes, obviously embarrassed. Her eyes widened, her mouth fell open. Her Fairy Godmother continued to talk, holding Ella's hand, comforting her at times, building up her confidence at other times. When she had finished, she stood, and looked at Ella. She smiled, and said, "I know everything will go well tomorrow, I am not the least bit worried. I will leave you for now." "Please, Fairy Godmother, please, how can I do what you've instructed me to do. The Prince will have me thrown into the dungeon." "Don't worry, Ella, I've told you what I know to be true. I have seen the Prince in his chambers, late at night. I know what he dreams of, I know what he yearns for, I know what is in his heart. You will make him happy and you will be happy, if you do what I have told you." With that comment, she vanished. Ella turned to look out the window again but it had become dark and she was unable to see anything. She turned back to the room and saw the lone candle burning in the far corner. She sat for quite some time, trying to comprehend what she had been told. She trusted her Fairy Godmother and knew that she had been told the truth. She knew she must do what she had been told to do. If she only had the courage. Finally, she went to her bed. Late the next morning, the Prince came to her and told her that he wished to take her for a carriage ride in the woods after their mid-day meal. She lowered her eyes and told him that she would be honored. They left together at the appointed time. He helped her into the carriage and off they went. When they arrived at the spot he had selected, he helped her from the carriage and spread a blanket for them to sit on. He poured some wine and after Ella took her first sip, he spoke. "Dear Cinderella, will you do me the honor of being my wife?" Ella looked up, into his eyes. She saw her Fairy Godmother standing next to the Prince. She knew that she was always the only one who could see her and, if the truth be told, she was not surprised to see her there. Ella took a deep breath and spoke. "Please, my Prince, you must call me Ella from now on, as that is my rightful name. And you must tell your parents as well as all others in the kingdom that it is your wish that I be called Ella." The Prince looked amused that she had spoken to him in such a manner, and he smiled, "Yes, of course, my dear Ella. As you wish." Ella closed her eyes, took another deep breath, and then opened them. "Thank you. Now, I should like to see your manhood." This time, the Prince was shocked. He said nothing, he only looked at her. Ella saw that her Fairy Godmother was smiling and nodding. "I must see your manhood now, my Prince." The Prince was still too shocked to speak. He knew nothing of women, neither of his parents had felt the need to tell him anything. But ever since he had reached physical maturity, he had dreamed of what it would be like for a woman to conduct herself as Ella was doing. It was what he thought about as he lay in his bed every night. And so he stood, dropped his eyes to the ground, and slowly lowered his britches. He was excited by this and his excitement was obvious. Her Fairy Godmother had told her what to expect, otherwise she might have fled without looking back. But she remembered everything she had been told and so she stood and walked over to the Prince. She walked around him slowly, turning her eyes from him to her Fairy Godmother and back again. Then she stood in front of the Prince and looked into his eyes. "Yes, my Prince, I will be pleased to marry you. When shall our wedding take place? The Prince stammered his answer, excited and embarrassed at the same time. "I thought we could be married two days from now, my dear Ella, would that be acceptable to you?" The Prince had actually asked her if she approved of his plan. She saw her Fairy Godmother smiling broadly now. "Yes, my dear Prince." She knew what she was to say next, and she breathed deeply before continuing. "But you must refrain from pleasuring yourself between now and then. Do I have your acceptance of my wishes?" The Prince was having difficulty grasping what was happening. After a moment, he responded, "Yes, dear Ella, of course, as you wish." She sat on the blanket again. "Come, my Prince, sit with me, we have more to talk about." "May I wear my britches now, dear Ella?" "No, please keep them down. You may wear them again when we leave this spot." He did as she said, sitting somewhat uncomfortably next to her, his pants still around his ankles, his arousal very prominent. She handed him his goblet of wine and smiled at him. He took a sip and looked at her. She looked into his eyes as she finished her wine. Then, she placed her goblet on the ground. "Please lie down, my Prince, with your head in my lap." He did not speak, but he did as she said. She began to caress his hair and his face as she looked at him. She had been as ignorant of men as the Prince was of women before her fairy godmother had talked to her the day before, and she had had no idea how much more she would need to learn. With his head in her lap, he could not see her eyes and so she took a long look at his manhood. She continued to look at it as she spoke, "When you address me as Ella, or, after we are married, as Princess Ella, you will do so with the understanding that it means that you are mine. And when I address you as my Prince, you will understand that it also means that you are mine." She would have sworn that his manhood twitched when she said that. She looked over at her Fairy Godmother, who simply nodded at her. She continued to caress his hair and his face gently as they talked during the next hour. And she continued to study his manhood, fascinated by the fluid that had gathered at the tip. Just before darkness fell, he said, "My dear Ella, my parents will be upset if we do not get back to the castle before dark." "Then we should leave now, my Prince." He stood and offered his hand so she could stand. "May I pull my britches up now, dear Ella?" "Yes, please do." He did so quickly and helped her into the carriage. They were soon back at the castle. He escorted her to her room and as she opened the door, she took his hand, "Until tomorrow, my Prince." She left her room early the next day, feeling very hungry. As she was walking toward the kitchen, she saw the Queen, who came quickly to her. "Ella, my son has told me about your wedding tomorrow, we have much planning to do. Have you eaten your breakfast yet?" "No, my Queen, I was hoping to find something in the kitchen now." "Oh, Ella, don't be silly. Come with me to the table, I'll have one of the servants bring food to us." They walked together and the Queen told a servant to bring them food. The servant brought more food than Ella could have eaten in two days. But she was quite hungry and she ate her fill while the Queen planned the wedding. Ella was relieved that there was nothing said that she disagreed with. It was a short discussion. After they had eaten, the Queen took her to her chambers and had clothes brought to them. Ella had thought her room was magnificent, but it could not compare to the chambers of the King and Queen. She tried on the clothes as the Queen selected them. Finally, the Queen said, "That's the one, Ella, that's the perfect wedding dress for you." It was a full gown, much like the one she had worn to the ball, gold and silver, but with even more jewels. "It's beautiful, my Queen." "Yes, it is, and so are you, Ella. Oh, my son has asked that you wear the same glass slippers that you wore to the ball, I have them here." She held up the slippers and Ella took them from her and slipped them on. "It's perfect, Ella, just perfect. I have much to do now, would you like anything else before we part?" "No, my Queen, I will return to my room." The Queen leaned over and touched her cheek, then she kissed it lightly. "I am so proud of you, Ella, I know you will make my son a wonderful wife." Back in her room, Ella sat in the window seat, looking out over the castle grounds. She heard a knock at the door and went to it. "Good morning, my dear Ella, may I come in?" "Of course, my Prince." He spoke as he came inside. "I can only stay for a few moments, dear Ella, but I just wanted to see you and tell you how happy you've made me. My mother is making the rest of the arrangements for our wedding. Is there anything I can do for you now?" "No, my Prince, I will rest here today so I will be ready for our wedding." He smiled at her and turned to leave. He opened the door and, as he stood in the doorway, she leaned toward him and kissed him on the cheek. He took her hand and kissed it. Still holding her hand, he smiled again, "Until our wedding tomorrow, my dear Ella." Then he turned and left. Ella closed the door and turned around. Her Fairy Godmother was sitting in the window seat, smiling. She motioned Ella to come to her. They both sat on the seat and her Fairy Godmother told her how she must conduct herself on her wedding night. She was amazed that there was so much that she needed to know about men. She listened dutifully, hoping she would be able to remember everything. Their wedding was lovely, attended by many in the Kingdom. There was food and drink, music and dancing. It seemed to go by so fast, and she was thrilled by everything that happened. After the guests were gone, the King and Queen walked with them to the Prince's chambers. They said goodnight to them at the door and left. The Prince's chambers were almost identical to his parents' chambers. She walked around, just has she had in the bedroom in which she had spent the last two nights. The Prince watched her, with love shining in his eyes. When she stopped and turned to face him, he spoke, "These are our chambers now, my Dear Princess Ella." She looked into his eyes, smiling happily. "It is late, my Dear Prince, we should get to our bed. Please disrobe now." He did not speak, but he quickly removed his clothing and stood in front of her. She looked him up and down, seeing his manhood at its proudest. "Do you know what pleases a woman, my Prince?" "I have never done so, my Princess, I will do what you tell me to do, as I want very much for you to be pleased." "Even though I have never been pleased by a man, I know what I would like you to do. But first, could you please extinguish all of the candles but that one in the far corner?" As he walked around the room, extinguishing the candles, she quickly slipped out of her clothes and got into the bed, under the covers. He came to the bed and, seeing her already in it, stood next to it. She looked up at him, then she lifted the covers. "Please get in, my Prince." He got under the covers with her, his breathing quite audible. They lay side-by-side for a moment, then she moved closer to him and laid her hand on his stomach. He breathed in quickly. "I wish to touch you now, my Prince." Without waiting for a reply, she touched his manhood with one fingertip. He moaned loudly. She continued to touch him slowly, with just that one fingertip and he continued to moan as she did so. Then she held him in her hand, squeezing slowly. When she had touched him for many minutes, she spoke, "What a wondrous thing this is, my Prince. It is hard, like a smooth stone, yet it is very warm and supple. The skin covering the tip is so very smooth. And there is a fluid at the tip, not unlike my own. To think that it belongs to me now." She paused for a moment. When he didn't reply, she spoke again. "Did you do as I requested, my Prince, did you refrain from pleasuring yourself for the past two days and nights?" "Yes, Princess Ella, I did refrain." She released his manhood and took his hand in hers, holding his first two fingers apart from the rest of his hand. "I want to show you how I want to be touched." She guided his two fingertips between her legs until it touched her womanhood. She moaned as he touched her. "Do you feel that, my Prince?" He felt the softness and that firm but flexible nub, surrounded by her wetness. He was so excited he could barely speak. "Yes, my Princess." "Yours is the only hand, other than mine, that has touched me there. You must learn to touch me as I have touched myself, gently and lightly, and with a certain speed." She moved his fingers over her womanhood, slowly, then faster, then slower again, then rapidly, showing him how to do it. She removed her hand from his and soon she was moaning loudly. It was quite a few more minutes before she began to reach the height of passion. She held him tightly as that passion claimed her. Afterwards, she lay close to him, her hand on his chest. After several minutes, she caressed his chest slowly, feeling the strength in it. "You did as I asked the past two days, my Prince. I wish you to have your release now. Show me how it is done." Her Fairy Godmother had explained this to her but she wanted her Prince to show her. "May I take your hand, dear Princess Ella?" She held her hand out to him and he guided it to himself. He closed her hand around his manhood and, with his hand over hers, he began to move it slowly, then faster. Then he released her hand and lay back as she continued to move her hand. He moaned, softly at first, then louder, as she varied the movement of her hand. She could feel him becoming more and more aroused as she continued. She could see his face from the glow of the far candle and she delighted in this look of both passion and need that he exhibited. When she believed she had taken him almost to his release, she slowed her hand and then stopped. As he moaned louder, she put her lips to his ear and whispered to him, "I will give you your release in but a trice, my Prince, but I want you to know that there will be nights when we will stop at this moment." He responded only with more moans and she kissed him on the cheek. She then resumed her hand movement and in less than a minute he began his release. Even though her Fairy Godmother and told her what this would be like, she was astonished at the force of his release. The fluid burst out, landing on him and on the bed, as his body jerked up and down. She continued her hand movement until he was fully spent. Even though she continued to hold him, his manhood began to soften in her hand. She removed her hand and touched some of the fluid that had fallen on his chest. She was surprised by this fluid, it was much thicker than she had expected. She moved her hand back to his manhood and found that it had become smaller and quite soft. He moaned again as she touched him. "Are you well, my Prince?" He breathed deeply, "Yes, my dear Princess, I am quite well. I am happier than I have ever been." "My dear Prince, it must always be this way between us, you must never pleasure yourself and I will never pleasure myself. Our pleasures will come only from the touch of the other. And neither of us is to receive pleasure from any other's touch." "I understand, dear Princess Ella." She kissed him on the cheek again and watched as his eyes closed. In just a few seconds, he was breathing deeply, sound asleep. She watched him, for many minutes, until the candle flickered for the last time and the darkness filled the room. She curled up against him and was soon asleep. When she awakened the next morning, she looked over at him. He was still asleep and breathing deeply. She left the bed and dressed, then she sat in a chair and watched him until his eyes opened. She went to the bed and sat next to him. "How are you this morning, my Prince?" He looked up at her, smiling, "I am very well, my dear Princess Ella, are you well, also?" She smiled down at him, "Very much so." "My parents have planned a special breakfast for us this morning. I fear that we may already be late, may we go now?" "Of course, you need but to dress, for I am ready." He left the bed and dressed quickly as she watched him. "Your manhood is much different from the way it was the other times I saw it." She was thrilled to see him blush, "Yes, My Princess, but I offer you my assurances that it will soon be the way it was." She took his arm as they left the chambers. As soon as they were gone, her Fairy Godmother appeared. She waved her wand over the bed and the stains that he had left vanished. She waved it one more time and blood appeared. She finished just before the Queen's two most trusted female servants entered the room. They did not see her. They examined the bed carefully, then they smiled at each other and left, running to find the Queen. They told her of what they had seen and the Queen quickly told the King. The King puffed his chest out in pride and went with the Queen to the breakfast. Later that afternoon, the Prince had duties to attend to and Ella was in their chambers when her Fairy Godmother appeared. "Tell me, Ella, how are you now?" "Oh, Fairy Godmother, I am so happy! I did exactly as you told me and everything has gone so well." "That is splendid, but there is still more for you to learn. Come, sit with me and we shall talk." She led Ella to the window seat and she began to talk, softly and earnestly. This time Ella was overwhelmed. Her eyes opened wide as she listened. She put her hand over her mouth, she closed her eyes, she leaned her head back, she moved it from side to side. Finally, her Fairy Godmother finished speaking. "Oh, Fairy Godmother, are you sure that I should do that, I would never have imagined such things." "I have told you what you must do, dear Ella." She kissed her on the cheek and vanished. Ella put her head in her hands and breathed deeply. There were so many thoughts flying through her head, she was now beginning to doubt that she could do what had been asked of her. Ella and Her Prince That evening, the Prince and the Princess were alone in their chambers. The Prince looked longingly at Ella for some time, but he made no approach to her. She had asked him to tell her about his duties that day and he had done so. Finally, she said, "It is time for bed now, but when we are in our bed, I have more to ask of you." "Anything you ask, dear Ella, I will do." She asked him to blow out all but that one candle, which he did quickly. He returned to her, as she sat in a chair. He stood beside her, watching her, seeing that she was deep in thought. She looked up at him, "You may remove your clothing now, my Prince." He quickly complied and stood naked in front of her. She saw that his manhood had once again become very large and very hard. She held her hand out, "Come closer my Prince." He moved closer, now only inches away. She reached out and touched his manhood, caressing it gently. He stood as still as he could but he could not help moaning. Then she stood also, "I would like for you to remove my clothing." Without a word, he began to undo her clothing and soon she was as naked as he was. He looked at her naked body, very excited by what he saw. He had not seen her undressed until this very moment and she was the only woman he had ever seen in this state. "You are so beautiful, my dear Princess." She blushed this time, "Thank you for the compliment, my Prince, would you like to touch me?" He reached out, then drew his hand back. "Yes, my dear Ella, I would like to very much." "Then you may do so." He reached out again and touched her long hair, caressing it slowly, marveling at the feel of it. Then he moved his hand to her cheek, sliding his fingertips across it, then under her chin and down her chest, lightly touching her bosom. He began to caress it tenderly, his fingertips barely coming in contact with her skin. She closed her eyes as he touched her, which allowed him to gaze at her. He was so aroused he could scarcely endure the joy he was feeling. She moaned softly as he touched one nipple and he quickly drew his hand back. "Did I hurt you, dear Princess, I did not mean to, I am so sorry." She opened her eyes and smiled at him. "No, my Prince, you did not hurt me, it was quite enjoyable. Please continue." He looked at her carefully as he touched her. He saw how her body curved in dramatically at her waist and out slightly at her abdomen. The shape and roundness of her breasts, with a perfect nipple on each one, astounded him. He had not realized that a woman's body would be so different from his in so many ways. He took her hand and raised it to his lips, kissing it softly. He smoothed her shoulders and moved his hands down her sides. She seemed to be a miracle that had somehow come to life. He touched her chest, the underside of her bosom and then her abdomen. He walked behind her, looking at her backside, which also curved in a truly alluring manner. He was simply overwhelmed at the shape of her body. He thought he would have been happy to just look at her, but when he hadn't touched her for several minutes, she spoke, "You must touch me everywhere, my dear Prince." He touched her back, sliding his hands over her. He moved his hands down and down, touching her buttocks. He caressed her there, very gently, sliding his hands in between her buttocks and then over them. He knelt and touched her legs, covering every inch of them with his eyes and his fingers. Still on his knees, he moved in front of her and touched her feet, then moved his hands up the front of her legs. When he reached the hair at her womanhood, he felt it carefully. Then he looked up at her. She looked down at him, "Let us go to our bed now." He stood and she walked with him to the bed. They got under the covers, lying side by side. "Rest your head on my breast, my Prince." He did as she asked, he was now lost in her. She took his head in her hands as she spoke again, "Kiss my breast, my Prince. And my nipples as well." He nuzzled her for a moment, then he put his lips to her and kissed her breast and her nipples. She raised her arms over her head. "Please don't stop, this provides me great pleasure." He did as she asked, kissing her gently and tenderly. She moaned softly which made his manhood ache. Then she put her hands to his head, which caused him to stop. She lifted his head so that their eyes met. They looked into each other's eyes, neither one speaking. Then she removed one hand from his head and reached down to her womanhood, touching her wetness. She raised her fingers to his lips and spread her wetness over them. "I should like for you to kiss my womanhood, my Prince. I should like you to touch my womanly place with your lips and your tongue." He said nothing, but he complied immediately. Soon, he heard her moans becoming louder and louder. She gave him no different instruction so he continued. He felt great excitement as he heard and felt her response to his licking of her small nub. It was many minutes later that she felt her passion rising, her release approaching. She reached down, holding his head again as she moved her hips toward him. She held him tightly to her as she began her release. He responded by kissing her faster, licking her rapidly until she had finished. Afterwards, he lay with his face next to her womanhood as she caressed his hair. It was a wondrous feeling, one he could never have imagined. Then she pulled at him, urging him to move up the bed. When they lay side-by-side again, she turned to him and held his manhood while she kissed his lips. "You have pleased me so much, my Prince. I did not know that this could bring me such pleasure." "I am so happy to please you, my dear Princess, I will always do whatever pleases you." She moved her hand up and down on his manhood until he was moaning loudly. When she thought he was near release, she stopped. But she continued to hold his manhood. They lay together until the candle burned down and the room went dark. "It is time for us to sleep, my Prince. I may want you to have a release in the morning." She took her hand away from him. He started to speak, but caught himself. "Yes, my Princess, as you wish." This night she fell asleep before he did and he held her for some time before he could fall asleep. When she awakened in the morning, he was watching her. She smiled at him, "How are you this morning, my Prince?" "I am well, dear Princess, how are you?" She stretched for a moment, his eyes following her movements. "I feel wonderful, my Prince." She reached out to his manhood, encircling it with her hand. He moaned, as she knew he would. It was a sound she would hear often and one that she would come to love. She began to move her hand up and down, slowly. After several minutes, she whispered to him, "It is time for your release, my Prince." She continued, her hand alternating between moving slowly and moving rapidly until he was moaning quite loudly. When she was sure he was ready to burst forth again, she continued her rapid movement. Once more, he began to expel his fluid, again with great force. When it was over, she hugged him, their bodies clinging to each other. And so they passed their nights in this fashion for almost two months. When she was alone one day, her Fairy Godmother appeared once more. She talked to Ella for the better part of an hour and then left her. That night, as they lay in bed, Ella spoke, "My dear Prince, we have had such a lovely time these past weeks, but we shall never have a child this way. We must do something additional." The Prince looked at her, wondering what she would instruct him to do. She continued, "In order for us to have a child, you must have your release while your manhood is inside me." Once again, she had bewildered him. "My dear Ella, I will do whatever you wish, but please tell me, how is that you know such things?" She smiled at him, "I think that there are some things that women just know and that men must be told." He nodded, accepting her explanation. "There is something else you must know, my Prince. Women have a natural obstruction just past the entrance to their womanhood. This must be breached by a man's member. This causes some pain for the woman but it must be done, otherwise, she cannot bear a child." "Dear Ella, I will not do anything that will cause you pain." She could hear the distress in his voice and she could see the anguish on his face. She reached up and held his face in both her hands. "It is the only way, my Prince. All women who have birthed a child have done this. The pain will be momentary and will only happen this first time." She guided him and they accomplished their intent. He cringed as she cried out in pain but she held him close to her. As the pain subsided, she whispered to him, "It is done, my Prince, the pain has passed. Now, you must expel your fluid into me, for that is how a child is created." He was not sure he believed this, but his need for release had become powerful. He quickly ejected his fluid into her womanhood. Afterward they lay still for many moments. Then he spoke, "Will we have a child now, dear Princess Ella?" "She smiled at him. "We won't know for many days. We must do this often until we are sure that a child has been created. And you needn't worry about my pain, I will not feel pain again, My Prince." The next morning, her Fairy Godmother appeared after they had left their quarters, waved her wand, and the blood on the bedclothes disappeared. Later that morning, the Queen took her aside and spoke to her. "Ella, the King and I have been wondering if you will soon provide the Kingdom with a child, it is very important that you do so." "Yes, my Queen, I know. I feel that it will happen presently." The Queen smiled and hugged her. About ten months later, Ella gave birth to a son and a year and half later, she gave birth to a daughter. One year after that, she gave birth to another daughter. During this time, she found that, while she enjoyed very much the feelings that she had when the Prince's manhood was inside her, if was different from the feelings she had when he used his lips and his tongue. Once she knew that she wanted no more children, she told the Prince that they must return to the ways of intimacy they had used those first two months. The Prince accepted her decision as another sign of her great wisdom and complied happily. Several years after that, the King passed away in his sleep and the Prince became the King. Ella, of course, became the Queen. She offered him her counsel regularly and he eagerly accepted it. As she guided him in his decisions as King, she always assured that his subjects were treated fairly and with dignity. They both were much loved, but she was particularly venerated. The people seemed to understand that she was responsible for the kind and caring way the Kingdom was now being ruled. She was cheered wherever she went. She taught all of her children the ways of kindness and compassion. And, she taught her daughters the lessons she had learned from her Fairy Godmother. They taught their daughters and those daughters taught their daughters. Queen Ella and the King spent their nights as they had those first two months and they lived happily ever after. Their son and daughters also lived happily ever after. Ella's Fairy Godmother continues to select various women, all over the world, and provide them with her counsel. She teaches them the ways that their men, whether they be princes or paupers, should serve them. These women teach their daughters and so it continues. These women and men live happily ever after. THE END Ella and Peter Ella glanced at the clock. She finally had a date with the man of her dreams, but he was late. Sitting nervously on her sofa, she wondered for the hundredth time about her outfit, and should she risk running upstairs to get changed again? But what should she change into? She was so nervous she could barely sit still. Ella was a beautiful blonde, 26 years of age, tall and slender. She was endlessly insecure about the way she looked, and she hated her flat chest and bony shoulders. She glanced nervously at the clock again and bit her lip. Suddenly the doorbell went, making her jump. She stood up and looked at herself again in the mirror, attempting to make the best of what she thought was a bad choice of clothes. She was wearing a knee-length pleated skirt with clinging black top and high heels adding another couple of inches to her impressive height. The man she answered the door to was also tall, taller than her, and broad with it. He was so muscular, well-defined and yet slim, with dark, styled hair, and a piercing, deep brown gaze. Ella smiled nervously, but her edginess was almost gone. It was replaced with a fierce lust, and she had to restrain herself not just to pull him into the house and push him up against a wall. "Peter." she breathed, and taking the hand he offered her, got into the waiting taxi. They arrived at the restaurant 10 minutes later, and after ordering, they talked for a while. Ella soon noticed that Peter couldn't keep his eyes off her - that and the prominent bulge in his trousers. Deciding to take the initiative, she moved closer to him on the long bench-chair that they were sharing, and crossing her legs, she allowed her skirt to slide slightly higher up, exposing a few more inches of taught, toned thigh. Peter, obviously unable to control himself, laid his hand on her thigh and kissed her directly on the lips, just as the waiter came with their drinks. As they drunk, talked and laughed more, Peter slowly slid his hand higher and higher up Ella's leg, until his fingertips stroked over her panties, and felt their dampness. Peter softly began stroking her pussy through the material, and she shivered ever so slightly. Just enough for him to noticed, and his trousers bulged. "Want to get out of here?" he asked "More than anything." was Ella's reply, and abandoning their meal, Peter threw some notes on the table for the drinks, and they seized the first cab they saw outside. The two of them burst thought Ella's door, and Peter instantly pushed her up against the door, kissing her with an animal passion, pinning her hands to the door and pushing himself right up against her. Together they stumbled into the living room, still kissing passionately. Peter pulled Ella's top up and over her head, caressing and kissing her breasts as Ella ripped his shirt off him and wrenched down his trousers. She saw his huge dick standing to attention inside his boxers, and she felt herself grow even wetter. She shook in anticipation and she felt her nipples grow hard under his hands. Peter was kissing his way down her body, and his hands were reaching under her skirt, pulling down her panties and stroking her soaking wet pussy. Ripping off her skirt, he tongued her clit ever so gently, licking it right from base to tip, sending waves of pleasure through Ella's body. "Do you like me doing that?" he crooned, "do you like me touching you, working your clit, your beautiful cunt, making you moan?" "Fuck yes! I want you in me right now, you filthy bastard." Peter stood up again and Ella pulled his boxers down. With the sight of his huge erection, and his skillful tongue leaving her breathless, Ella's pussy was dripping wet, and she needed it filled. Now. Peter pulled her right to him, and she felt him push his huge hard cock into her soaking wet cunt. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he lifted her off the floor, pushing her against the wall harder and harder as he pushed deeper and deeper into her... "Oh fuck yes! Fuck me baby... fuck me good! Harder! Harder! Ooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!" Ella collapsed in orgasm almost instantly, a huge rush of pleasure sending spasms through her body, and she writhed and moaned as Peter shot his load into her. Digging her nails into his back, she let out a long cry and relaxed all her muscles. Peter, shaking through the strength of his orgasm, lowered her carefully onto the couch and lay down next to her. Ella's last thought before falling asleep was "We should probably wait at least until after dinner next time." Ella & The Professor As I sat in the back of my political science class, my thoughts kept wandering to my professor. While he lectured on criminal procedure, all I could think about was what I would do to him if we were ever alone. Running my fingers through his short black hair, caressing his shoulders...When he moved on to constitutional amendments, I was picturing undressing him slowly to reveal his impressive cock. I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter as the class went on and was afraid when I stood up it would be obvious to everyone what I had been thinking about. A semester of fantasizing about my professor had left me horny and frustrated. Masturbating every day (sometimes even multiple times) just wasn't cutting it anymore. I knew I had to act and act fast, only problem? I'm still am virgin. I knew what I wanted, but wasn't sure how to get it. I finally decided to ask my professor to meet me for special office hours. After class, I waited until everyone left and then made my way to the front of the class, telling myself to stay calm. My professor was busy packing up his things, but just I was approaching his desk, he looked up slowly and met my eyes. 

 "Yes, Ella, what can I do for you?"

 "Professor G, I was wondering if you had some time to meet with me. I have a couple of questions about the lecture". "Sure, I would be more than happy to meet with you! I'm headed to my office now, if it's a good time for you". "That would be wonderful"! (To be honest, I was hoping for a little time to prepare. I'm was just thanking my lucky stars that I had worn my black lace bra and matching panties under my sundress.)

 We walked together to his office, and I could vaguely hear him talking about how happy he was to finally have a student come to office hours. I tried my best to nod and smile, but I was freaking out inside. Was I really about to try to seduce my professor? 

 He walked into the office first, and while he was putting his stuff on the desk, I closed the door and quietly turned the lock. I took a deep death and turned to face my professor.

 "So, Ella, what can I help you with"? "Actually, it's a bit personal..."

 I walked toward him with my eyes lowered to the ground. I could hear my heart bearing so loudly, it felt like it was echoing in the room. Right before I reached him, I looked up at him through my eyelashes, biting my lower lip.
 "It's a bit hard to explain, I'll just have to show you..."

 I leaned in slowly and touched my lips softly to his, when he didn't resist, I deepened the kiss. I could feel his body relax as we continued to kiss, so I slipped my tongue into his mouth. I let out a soft moan when his strong hands pulled me closer to him, grabbing my ass through my dress.

 I could feel his erection pressing against me, and I smiled knowing I was the cause. I ran my fingers through his hair and rubbed my body against him. He let out a low growl as I reached one hand down to rub his cock through his pants. He broke the kiss and pulled the straps of my dress down roughly revealing my black lingerie. He dipped his head to my breast and began sucking the nipple though the fabric while he caressed the other. 

 The feeling of his mouth on me and of his erection pressed between us was almost too much to take. When his attentions switched from one breast to the other, I grabbed his head and pushed myself deeper into his mouth. My breathing picked up and I could feel myself getting closer to the edge when my breath hitched, and I could feel warmth between my thighs. 

 I leaned in to kiss him as I reached down to undo his belt. I kneeled down in front of Professor G as I pulled his pants down to his ankles. His erection was fighting the fabric of his boxers, and I could tell it was bigger than I imagined. I looked up into his eyes as I pulled his boxers down to reveal his impressive cock. 

 I reached out to grab hold and started moving my hand up and down his shaft. I held his gaze when I flicked my tongue over his tip to taste the pre-cum leaking out. It was so different than I imagined, and surprisingly I loved the salty taste and the feeling of holding his cock in my hand. I lowered my mouth to him again and opened wide to take as much of him as I could. I started moving my mouth up and down his hard shaft while my hand rubbed him. I sucked faster and faster while trying to take him deeper into my mouth. I reached up with my other hand to play with his balls and heard him take a sharp intake of breath as his hand reached into my hair and pulled gruffly. 

 I looked up to see he had his head bowed back and smiled seeing the effect I had on him. I slowed down and tried to take him all in. I started to gag as his cock reached further into my mouth. I relaxed my throat and felt his hard shaft hit the back. Professor G started to move his hips back and forth, so he could fuck my mouth. I couldn't keep him that deep much longer, so I slowly pulled back until, with a pop, his cock was free. His head whipped forward and our eyes locked. I ran the tip of my tongue along his length and heard him release a low moan. I did this again when Professor G grabbed the back of my head and pushed my mouth onto him.

 I was sucking and rubbing him frantically when he said, "Shit, I can't last much longer. I'm going to cum if you don't stop". 

 I paused for a moment to say, "I want you to cum in my mouth Professor G. Give me all you have, I want to taste you!"

 "Holy, shit. If you want it, who am I to deny you?"

 I gave him a devilish grin as I placed my mouth back onto his beautiful cock. I felt him shudder just before his cum began shooting into my mouth. I continued to rub him as I tried to catch every last drop. 

 "Oh, Ella. Ella...Ella...Ella...Miss Parker!?"

 My head snapped up as I realized my professor was calling on me to answer the question. Just before I could ask him to repeat it, I was saved by the bell. I quickly gathered my things and left the room. I couldn't believe the whole thing had been in my head. I guess it will be another night with my trusty vibrator... Ella and Wendy G. Turning the key in the lock on Ella's door, I walked in, only to see her on the bed, speaking with another girl. This girl had a short, cropped, black haircut, and matching black eyes. Her skin was pale white, like mine, and her smile was bright crimson. She wore... nothing, and neither did Ella. Then, I forgot. It was Skin-Saturday. Ella made a quick glance at me and stood, her perfect breasts perky. "You gotta strip Immy. Let me introduce you to my friend, Wendy G. Wendy, this is Imogen, but I call her Immy." Wendy stood, too, with a few inches on Ella. She smiled, and said, "Hey, Immy." Her voice was so sweet, and her eyes so penetrating. "Nude, though. We need you nude to continue." Ella had made a special call to me for a reason. She wanted a threesome. My jeans, shirt, bra, underwear, and shoes were all off in mere minutes. "I love Skin-Saturday." I said aloud, allowing a laugh between the three of us. "So, where do we start?" I asked, and was answered by Wendy's feet padding across the hardwood floor and pushing my against the door, breaking my pursed lips with her tongue. She worked wonders with that thing. It was so long, too, that I was wet just kissing her. Ella cleared her throat. "Wendy, c'mon, we should start with a 70." She winked. Wendy nodded. "A 69 with a person watching," She pulled away from me, but not before adding a little gruff grab to my ass. A little drop of juice ran down my leg. These girls were amazing. Ella laid down on the bed, and before they began, she curved her finger, motioning me to sit by her side, to watch, to be the 7. Wendy climbed onto the bed after me, and laid upside down on Ella, her pussy in Ella's face and vise versa. Wendy, making a rule, said, "No masturbating, Immy, unless we tell you that you can." She giggled with Ella. "Start." She breathed. The two ravaged each other, and my pussy throbbed. Ella was a hyena, tearing and moving her head quickly over Wendy's snatch. Wendy, though, was like a puppy, lapping my girlfriend up. I needed help, because I was so close to cumming, but I couldn't get there without touching myself. I moaned in unison with the girls, and Ella winked at me. I caught on and got off the bed. I raised my head over Ella's, and she preoccupied Wendy with her moving chin as we kissed. I took in Wendy's cum and then Ella had an orgasm right there. From me? I wasn't sure. We worked as a team, though, and stopped kissing. She resumed going into Wendy with her tongue. I slowly approached her vagina, and I just let go. At times, I was kissing Ella, and at times, I was playing with Wendy. Wendy had finally given up on Ella and stayed focused on having so many orgasms. She squirmed, but we held her down with our pleasure-giving mouths. She finally ripped herself away and shook her head. "Jesus Christ, you're great, the both of you. I loved how you found a loophole." She was still cumming, and stumbling, as she left the room. I climbed next to Ella and we kissed. To add, Ella, with me joining, started to thrust. She moaned into my mouth and I gripped her hair and practically pushed her against me. Wendy came back in with three dildos. "Our asses, they'll be sore, but I've got an idea. We can be in a circle, all with the dildos in and turned on, and fingering each other. Everyone is happy." She handed Ella the pink dildo, kept the purple for herself, and gave me the red. We each helped each other stick them in, since none of us had ever used them before, not in our asses. Our circle was patterned: me fingering Ella, Ella fingering Wendy, and Wendy fingering me. On the count of three, we all turned on the dildos, which hurt and felt amazing, and began. It was hard for me to pay attention to touching and penetrating Ella when Wendy was awesome at this. She had eels as fingers, and put in one, two, I think even three at a time. Ella used her tongue and fingers, but I rubbed at her nub, chewing at her labia lips. We all earned and gave moans, and after (what seemed like hours) we all came together. Each girl turned off each others' dildos and Ella went to put them away. Wendy straddled my face and whispered, "Show me that it was only you who made me cum earlier." She grunted. My tongue flicked inside of her, licking up the old and new cum. I didn't hold her down, and she thrusted quickly onto me. Though Ella walked in, she only sat above my head on the bed and took one of Wendy's breasts in her mouth and the other into her hand. Wendy didn't seem to want this, but she started the kissing with Ella, and moaned in Ella's mouth as she came into mine, but I didn't stop at that. On me, up north in my labia, I have a certain spot, that if you press it, I go crazy. I found hers and rotated and revolved around it. Wendy came back many times... most when Ella wasn't home.