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Elaine

By: MrLucky



This story is in the category “Loving Wives” because it is about my wife Elaine, but it could be in many other categories because she liked, no needed, to try anything and everything. 

We’d been married for ten years when we decided to try swinging. Actually it was my wife Elaine who suggested it. Elaine was 36 years old and I was 38. She’d been with only one man in her life and that was me. I remember the problems we had on our wedding night. She went into the bathroom of the hotel room to undress. I was lying in bed with a nice big hard on. After five minutes I said, “Honey, you OK?” 

“Yes,” she replied, “I’ll be out in a minute.”

After another five minutes I called again, “Sweetheart, are you sure you’re OK? I’m waiting to make love to you.”

Several more minutes went by and I was about to get up and knock on the bathroom door. She came out looking scared to death, looking straight ahead. Not at me. She was wrapped in a long, totally unrevealing nightdress, and climbed into the bed and pulled the covers over herself.

By that time my cock went limp. I could see we were going to have a difficult time with sex.

To shorten the story, it took over two years to get her to loosen up. I think the thing that opened her up was reading porn. It wasn’t the kind of porn that we men associate ourselves with. It was romance novels. Guys, if you don’t think that’s porn, try reading them. Her sister brought some of those books for Elaine and not long after that she began to read them, she became warmer to me in bed. Up to that time it was always me who started the lovemaking and she was always reluctant. At first I began to wonder what had come over her. Not complaining of course, but I looked in her nightstand one day and found several of these soft cover romance novels. After reading several pages I could see why she was getting hot. 

Our lovemaking certainly improved, but being an oversexed guy myself, I wondered if we could make it even better. I went to my folk’s house and rummaged through my old room until I found several soft cover, what we might call “fuck books.” The stories of course left nothing to the imagination and described the many sexual encounters in great detail, being very explicit. I left a few of them conveniently on my nightstand one night when I went bowling with the guys.

That night, when I got home, Elaine practically raped me. We fucked for hours. She even sucked my cock. She never liked to do that, but always accepted my tongue in her pussy. We did a lot of 69 that night, me on my back with her sweet pussy in my face, and Elaine taking long sucks on my hard cock. Up until then she had never sucked me to completion. That night anything went. My mouth was into her wet pussy, my tongue caressing her clitoris. She began to moan loudly and I felt her clitoris vibrate on my tongue. Elaine was cumming big time. While this was happening, I felt my cum surging up from my balls. I muffled a warning that I was cumming, but she either didn’t hear or didn’t care. My sweet, lovely wife went down on my cock all the way to my balls and I began shooting stream after stream of sweet sperm right into her throat. She was making sound like, “erk, uck, Gluck, but she kept swallowing gobs of my cum. 

After she had many fantastic orgasms Elaine looked at me and smiled. I could see traces of cum on her lips and in her mouth. We kissed, wrapping our tongues and I tasted my sperm while she tasted her cunt juice.

“I can’t believe I really swallowed your sperm honey,” she breathed.

“How was it,” I asked? 

“You know, I really liked it. It made my orgasm seem even stronger. Boy, did I have a good climax. The best ever,” she said.

That night began a change in our lifestyle. Elaine asked me to bring home more of those “dirty” books. “Do any of them have pictures,” she asked?

“I’ll do better than that,” I said. “We’ll rent some hot movies.”

From that day on, Elaine couldn’t get enough sex. She wanted it all the time. She wanted to try everything. This was heaven to me for a while. I got to screw her up the ass and she often was waiting at the door, on her knees when I came home from work, with her mouth open, eager to suck my cock.

You know what they say, be careful what you ask for. Elaine was truly insatiable. She was wearing me out. Every day, every night, all night, fucking and sucking. That’s when I had the idea that maybe if she took on more that one guy, I would have a rest. I suggested we go to a swingers club. 

“Just meet some people and get a feel of the place,” I said. “Anytime you want to leave, we’ll leave, OK?”

“Alright,” she said, “but don’t leave my side.” 

On the night we went to the local swingers club Elaine dressed very sexy in a peasant blouse that she wore off her shoulders, and a very short skirt. I asked that she wear no panties. She protested that, but finally agreed. She would not go braless because of the very thin material of her blouse. She dabbed a few drops of her favorite perfume between her breasts and on her inner thighs as well as the usual places. 

The club was in a function room of a local motel. They charged admission to cover the cost of the extra rooms they reserved for members. When Elaine and I walked in there were several couples already there. We went to the bar and ordered drinks. We sat on bar stools and looked around. There were several people dancing to a juke box and some having drinks at the tables. Most were couples, but there were a few single guys. The night was young and everyone seemed well behaved so far. Everyone had all their clothes on, although many of the women wore very skimpy outfits.

“What do you think Elaine,” I asked. “Feel comfortable?”

“Yeah, it’s OK,” she said. “I’m getting horny looking at all these guys and knowing we are all here for the same thing.”  

The hostess came up and welcomed us. Her name was Stella. She was about 35 and had a beautiful blond head of hair, that I’m sure was not her natural color. Elaine is a redhead from head to toe and it’s natural. Tonight my lovely wife wore that hair wavy and cascading to her shoulders.

We began to dance. We noticed there were more couples and singles entering. The place was getting pretty crowded. As the dance floor filled up dancers began rubbing against each other and other dancers. Everyone began changing partners and Elaine was swept out of my arms, gliding across the floor in some guy’s arms. A petite brunette snuggled up to me and, while we were dancing, she immediately began rubbing her pelvis against my cock. I was enjoying this, but kept looking around, hoping to see where Elaine was. The party was getting wild. I saw one guy getting a blow job right in the middle of the dance floor. The brunette was now running her hands along my, now hard, cock. In no time she whipped it out and began jerking it. I slipped my hands under her skirt and placed them on her ass. She was not wearing panties. Sliding my fingers deeper into her crotch, I could feel the wetness oozing from her cunt. She pulled me toward the back of the room where it was darker and leaned me against the wall. She knelt down in front of me. Opening the front of my pants, she freed my cock and balls. She caressed my balls with one hand and took hold of my cock with the other. All at once she opened her mouth and took all of me deep into her throat. What a sensation! She sucked on me until I was almost ready to cum, then let go of my cock and turned around, spreading her legs and hiking her skirt. 

Her sweet cunt was open and dripping. I did the natural thing and moved forward, entering her with ease. She let go of her ass cheeks and I felt her cunt tighten around my cock. She began moving back and forth, getting a rhythm. I was in heaven, feeling that tight, wet pussy around my prick. After a while, she put her hands on her knees and screamed, “Oh, I’m cumming, fuck me, fuck me.” I felt her juices run over my balls and down my legs. That was enough for me. I began to shoot my load into that sweet cunt. Squirt after squirt shot out of my pulsating dick, filling her cunt with my sperm. I felt more juice running over my balls. Our combined cum juice was soaking my testicles and legs. It was running down her legs also. After we slowed down and began regular breathing, she straightened her skirt, gave me a sweet kiss on the lips, and said, “Thanks I liked that.” Those were the only words that were said between us. She turned and mingled with the dancers.

I then set out to find my wife. While searching the room and the bar area, I saw more couples making out. After a thorough search, my wife was nowhere in sight. I found the hostess and asked where the “occasional rooms” were. 

“Looking for your pretty red head honey,” she said. “I think she went into room number three with the guys.”

With the guys? Naw, not my Elaine, I thought. I left the room and walked until I found room number three. I had no idea if the door was locked, but the knob turned easily. Taking a deep breath, I slowly opened the door. There was soft light. There, on a king size bed was my Elaine, getting thoroughly fucked. One guy was on his back with Elaine on top, sucking his cock. Another guy was in back of her, with his cock sliding in and out of her pussy. The guy she was sucking was eating her cunt while that big cock sliding in and out of it. A third guy was lying next to them feeling my wife’s luscious tits. There was a lot of moaning and groaning.

I went around to the side of the bed and knelt in front of Elaine. She was in ecstasy. She opened her eyes and looked at me. 

Taking the cock out of her mouth, she moaned, “Oh, Ted,” she said. “Oh Ted, I can’t believe . . . Oh, I’m cumming again, Oh ahhh. Ted, this is amazing.” She was talking in short bursts as the guys were doing her. I watched this scene for a while and my cock found a new life. Elaine Kept cumming repeatedly as the guys began to shoot their loads in her. The guy in her cunt came first with a loud moan. He was jerking his hips back and forth as he shot his load of sperm into her pussy. Then the guy she was sucking gave a great big push and came in her mouth. Those two studs pulled out of her orifices and limped to the side of the bed. My cock, being hard as a rock now, found its way to Elaine’s leaking pussy. I slid right in to my balls with ease, feeling the sloppy cum surround my cock. I began shoving my cock back and forth into her juicy cunt and watched her as she took the third guy in her mouth. I could see and feel cum running out of her cunt and onto my cock as I slammed into her. Her cunt was so soupy I wondered how many other guys came in her. As I was nearing my climax, the guy in her mouth began saying some inaudible mumbles as he began to shoot. I heard Elaine go “MMMfff,” as her mouth was being filled with cum from his big cock. He was bucking so hard his cock slipped from her mouth and was shooting all over her face. Elaine said, “No!” And she grabbed his shooting cock and swallowed it in her mouth again. She gulped and drank all his sperm and continued sucking him until she swallowed every drop. He softened and slipped out of her mouth. My wife turned her head and looked up at me. There was cum running over her lips and down her chin. It was covering her nose and one eye lid. It was in her hair and running down her neck. I was so turned on by the look on her face, I felt my cock swell and begin to shoot. Blast after blast of my hot cum surged from my balls, down the length of my cock and into her wet pussy. I could actually hear the sound of slop, slop as I filler her already filled cunt to overflowing. As I slid out of her she sank down on the bed with her ass and cunt, facing me. I lowered myself in order to stand on the floor and her cunt and ass were directly in my face. It was a sight to behold. White cream was pouring out of her cunt, mingling with the loads of pussy juice pouring out of her cunt and making a puddle on the bed. Elaine laid her head on the bed and closed her eyes. I turned her over and made her comfortable. She was asleep. I put a blanket over her. The three guys were sitting on the other side of the bed, still naked.

“That’s all she can do for tonight,” I said. “She’s exhausted.”

“You’re her husband, right,” one of the guys asked? 

“Yes, I am.” I replied. 

“Man, you are one lucky son of a bitch. She is the hottest piece of ass I have ever fucked. “

They both left the room and I looked at my sleeping wife and thought to myself, “What have I created here?” 

I let Elaine sleep for an hour. I sat there wondering what had come over her. I never thought she could be so promiscuous. I’m sure she never thought so either. I looked at her sleeping so peacefully. I was getting hard again just thinking about her fucking those guys. I laid down beside her and put my arm around her. My cock was aching it was so hard. Then there was a knock on the door. 

“Hey you two, you can’t keep this room all night,” some guy hollered. “Some of us want to use it too.”

I realized how long we’ve been in the room and shook Elaine awake. “Come on honey.” I said, “We have to go home now.” She opened her eyes slowly, blinked and looked at me. “Ted,” she cried, “what have I done?” She acted as if she were drunk, although I knew she only had one drink. “Oh, Ted, I’m so sore. Please take me home.” We washed up and left.



The next morning nothing was said about the episode. In fact, few words were said at all. The air was heavy with tension. We went about our usual Saturday morning rituals. Elaine was cleaning up the house and I was catching up on chores. I was feeling very guilty for having suggested the swinging thing and I was thinking Elaine was feeling used. This went on all day. In the early evening I asked her if she wanted to go out to dinner. 

“Yes,” she said. “That would be nice. I’m still tired and I’d appreciate a break.”

I took her gently in my arms and held her. My face was in her soft hair and I could smell the fragrance she used. “I’m so sorry sweetheart,” I whispered. “I had no idea things would get out of hand that way.” 

“You’re sorry? I feel so guilty for letting myself go like that. ‘Whatever does Ted think of me now’ I thought. I thought you’d never want me again after what I did.”

“Hey,” I said. “I had sex too. I was afraid you would hate me for putting you through such a thing, all those guys screwing you. And, I’m ashamed to say that I took advantage of you too. One of those cocks that came in you was mine.”

Darling Ted,” she looked up into my eyes. “We have always been completely honest with each other. Let’s not change that. In truth I enjoyed it. Sure I’m a bit sore between my legs now, but I was thoroughly into it. It must have been obvious. And, continuing being honest, I would like to do it again, or something like it. Do you hate me now?”

“Hate you?” “Sweetheart I love you so much more. To quote one of your last night lovers, ‘She is the hottest piece of ass I ever fucked.’ And you’re mine. I have a hard on right now holding your luscious body.”

“Oh, no you don’t. I told you I was still sore. Let’s go to dinner.”

We went to our favorite restaurant. Being Saturday night, it was crowded. We were lucky to get a good table with an entire view of the dining room. We ordered drinks and relaxed. As we sipped our drinks we scanned the dining room to see if there was anyone we knew. After a while I felt Elaine’s leg against mine. 

“Don’t look right away,” she said, “but, take a look at that table by the window.”

After gazing around the room, let my eyes rest on the table she mentioned. There was an older gentleman, probably in his fifties, sitting opposite a really beautiful young girl (probably in her twenties). I don’t think either of them noticed that the white linen tablecloth was somehow pulled aside and in clear view was his stockinged foot right between her legs. His foot was massaging her crotch and her ass was undulating into it. Looking at their upper bodies belied anything going on under the table. They were clicking champagne glasses and smiling with each other.

Elaine and I had a chuckle and she said, “Am I noticing these things all of a sudden because of what we have gotten into or is this stuff going on all over the place?”

I did notice that Elaine was taking in the guys more than she ever did. This proved to be true in the next weeks as we carried on in our usual way. When we went to lunch her eyes roamed to check out the men that were there, especially their crotches. I remember one time we were standing in line for a movie and she nudged me and whispered, “Check out the package this guy behind me is carrying.” I nonchalantly turned in that direction and saw a cute girl talking to her boyfriend. I looked down and saw that he was wearing very thin slacks and the entire shape of his cock was very visible. It was hanging limp along his leg, but it was big indeed. You could even make out the outline of the bulbous head.   

Elaine leaned into me and whispered, “I had all I could do to restrain myself from grabbing that sausage.”

“That would have definitely been a bad choice of action,” I told her. “If you’re really in that frame of mind, maybe we should skip the movie and go home and take care of your problem.”

“No,” she said. “I want to see this movie, but let’s sit near them, OK?”

I had no idea what she had in mind, but I went along. We entered the dimly lit theater and followed the couple to about half way down the aisle. The girl slid in first and sat about halfway along the row. Her boyfriend followed and sat beside her. Elaine slid in and sat next to him and I followed. It was getting very crowded in the theater. Soon the lights dimmed and the room was in darkness, except for the light from the screen. As our eyes became adjusted to the dark, I noticed Elaine sneaking glances at the stud next to her. The movie started and we watched the screen. It was a love story, one that Elaine wanted to see. As the movie progressed I noticed that Elaine wasn’t paying a lot of attention to the screen. She was unabashedly looking at the guy’s crotch. I nudged her and said, “What are you doing?” 

She leaned toward me and whispered, “She’s stroking his cock through his pants. He’s hard now. I can’t believe how big he is.”

I leaned over and took a look and, sure enough, the girl was running her hand along his shaft. Elaine was right. He was very big. Looked like at least ten inches. In the dim light I could make out the outline of the bulbous head of his cock. The two of them were staring at the screen, oblivious to the show they were treating us to. Elaine let her hand rest on my crotch and began to massage my awakening cock. Now we were both looking at the action beside Elaine. After a while the girl began to unzip his fly. She looked at Elaine and stopped. 

Elaine smiled at her and whispered, “Go ahead, we’re OK with it.”

The couple looked at us and we both gave them a big smile. The girl then continued to unzip his fly. She reached her hand in and freed his cock. It was enormous. She couldn’t get her whole hand around it. He closed his eyes as his girl began to jack him off, slowly and gently. Elaine stared at his cock, her mouth gaping open. She lifted her hand and hesitatingly reached toward the big cock. 

The girl smiled and whispered, “It’s OK, help yourself.” 

Elaine looked at me and I gave her a nod of approval. She put her hand next to the girl’s and gently grasped his cock. The guy opened his eyes, looked at Elaine and smiled. He closed his eyes again and enjoyed the attention. By this time Elaine had removed her hand from my cock and used both hands to administer to his huge dick. 

She leaned toward the girl and the leaned toward Elaine. They whispered something to each other. Then they both lowered their heads and began to suck his cock, alternating sucking and licking. The guy was in heaven. The girl’s heads were bobbing and weaving on his cock and balls. He slid further down on his seat and began moaning softly. His hips were rising and falling in a rhythm. This went on for several minutes until he began to cum. His mouth opened and he raised his hips with a groan as he began shooting his load. Elaine’s mouth was on his cock at this time and it was being filled with his cum. 


Elaine



“Mmmmmf,” she mumbled as his prick pulsed and shot load after load, filling her mouth full. His girlfriend helped by licking the cum overflowing from Elaine’s mouth. She caught the sperm as it was seeping from Elaine’s mouth and running down over his balls. Elaine then released his cock and I could see that she had a mouthful of cum. Just as she was about to swallow it, the girl grabbed Elaine by the back of the head and kissed her, opening her mouth to share the sperm. As they sucked each other’s lips and tongues I could see some of the white juice running down their chins and dropping on the guys, now shrinking cock. After a long time their sloppy kisses ended and the girl smiled at Elaine. Elaine wiped her face with the back of her hand and turned around to look at me. I’m sitting there with this big tent in my pants. 

She grabbed my arm and tried pulling me to my feet “I’m sorry honey,” she said. “I have to go right now.” I had a bit of difficulty getting up with this hard sausage in my pants, but she looked urgent so we quickly left the theater without as much as a backward glance. Elaine was pulling me quickly toward our car. I quickly unlocked the door and we slid in. She turned and put her head against my chest as she clutched my arms with both hands. 

“What have I become Ted?” “Whatever made me act like that? I had to get out of there fast because I’m soaking wet. I came three times while I was sucking him. I had no control. I was ejaculating Ted. I’ve only done that once before. Remember when we first made love? I have never cum like that again until just now. The stuff was pouring out of me. I could feel it soaking the seat and running down my legs. Look at me. I’m soaking the car seat. Take me home please so I can clean up. I know that what we did turned you on honey, and I will take care of you, but please take me home now.”

I did as she asked and she did take care of my problem, and it was wonderful. But, what happened next was absolutely unbelievable.



I was a few weeks later. We had been staying home and relaxing, when one night Elaine suggested we go to the movies again. Not, however, to the normal, regular movies.

“Honey,” she said, “I know there is an X rated movie house in town and I’ve been thinking that I’d like to experience that kind of thing. Would you take me there?”

I could imagine what would happen with Elaine in a movie house like that. I knew I should discourage her from that, but it excited me to imagine what she would do. My cock began to get hard just thinking about it. 

“Of course my love,” I said. “I’ll take you there tonight.”

It was a sleazy looking theater in a sleazy part of town, but what did we expect? We walked by the slutty billboards and pictures of half-clad women, bought our tickets and entered the dark theater. We had to stand in the aisle for a minute until our eyes became adjusted to the darkness. When we could see where we were, we walked about half way down the aisle and slid in to the middle of the row and found two seats. As soon as we slid down into our seats the full, large image of an open, wet cunt was taking up the entire screen. As the camera faded back we could see the head of a very lovely and sexy woman moving toward the open cunt and we watched as her tongue lick the outer lips of this open pussy.

“Wow,” Elaine said. “That’s some close-up. You can almost smell it.” She giggled and squeezed my thigh. The next scene was another close-up. It showed a very large and fat cock, the head of which was dripping pre-cum, beginning to enter an open and wet pussy. As it slid all the way in, Elaine squeezed my thigh and said, “Oh Ted, I’m wet already.”

She was wearing a short black skirt that she now had pushed up almost to her waist, her hand working between her legs. Soon a guy moved in our row and sat beside Elaine. I said, “Here we go again.”

It didn’t take Elaine long. She put her other hand on his thigh. He leaned over and looked at me. I shrugged my shoulders, indicating that it was alright with me. Elaine had unzipped me and was stroking my, now hard, cock with her right hand, while she was feeling his cock through his jeans, Wasting no time, he unzipped and had his hard prick out for her to fondle. She was in heaven again, pumping on two hard cocks. The guy moved his hand between her legs. She whispered to me that her panties were soaked and she was taking them off. With the guy’s help she slid her lacy black panties down and off. She handed them to me and I stuffed them in my pocket. The guy’s hand was now buried in her pussy. Soon another guy moved into our row, but this time on my right. He sat next to me. I was wondering if he intended to reach over and help the other guy share my wife. That’s not what he had in mind. He gently removed Elaine’s hand from my cock and closed his hand around my throbbing prick. Stunned, I grabbed his hand and removed it from my cock and was about to usher him out of the theater. But he quickly bent over and took my cock in his mouth, all the way to my balls. I almost shot my load it felt so good. Feeling that I was OK with it, he backed off a little and I was able to hold off cumming for a while. Damn! He was good!

Elaine looked over and saw what was happening. Her eyes widened in shock. She knew I was very straight.

“Wow honey,” she exclaimed, “that is so hot. Just watching him suck you is making me cum. Ooohhh, yes!”

The guy next to her said, “Lady, you’re flooding the seat. You sure are a hot one.”

As she came down from her climax she leaned over and put her head right next to the guy who was sucking me. 

“He’s delicious isn’t he,” she said. There was a murmur of agreement from my cocksucker and the feeling of his humming on my cock made me erupt. I bucked my hips and shoved my cock deep into his throat as I shot stream after stream of my sperm into him. He kept sucking and humming, gulping it all down as fast as I could shoot it. Spasm after spasm jerked my ass up and down as I filled his mouth with my cum. It was tremendous!

“Oh,” Elaine screamed, “you’re cumming in his mouth!” She grabbed the guys hand that was in her pussy and shoved it deep into her cunt. She screamed, “I’m cumming again. Oh, my. Oh, my cunt.” 

My cocksucker, having drained every drop out of me, lifted his head and wiped his mouth with a handkerchief. He said “Thank you,” to me, got up and left the theater. I turned and looked at Elaine. This guy had his hand in her wet cunt and was pumping it in and out.

“Ted, he has his whole hand in me. He’s fisting me,” Elaine said.

“Is he hurting you,” I asked?

“No, it’s wonderful. I’ve never been fisted before. I love it. I can’t stop cumming.”

Finally, after a last tremendous cum, she relaxed and pulled his hand out of her. 

“Enough,” she said. “I’m getting sore and I’m exhausted.” 

We began straightening up. The guy who just fisted her was stroking himself. He had not cum. As Elaine began standing up to leave she looked at him.

She turned to me and said, “Ted, he made me cum so many times. I have to help him.” She sat down again and took his swollen cock into her mouth. The guy sighed and groaned with delight. He was more than ready and he didn’t take long to reach his peak. Moaning loudly his body jerked as he shot his load into my wife’s mouth. Elaine sucked every drop from his softening prick and licked him clean. Then we got up and left the theater. Back home, we showered and went to bed. Elaine fell asleep immediately. I lay awake for a while wondering where this would all lead. 



The next episode happened a week later. We received a call from Elaine’s brother. He told her he was being transferred to another state after receiving a big promotion with his company. He had a month to do the move and he said he and his wife would like to visit with us on their way to his next job. Of course Elaine was thrilled. He was her younger brother and she hadn’t seen him for four years. She was unable to attend his wedding last year and had yet to meet his new wife. Her brother, Bob and his wife Wendy were making plans to stay in a nearby hotel for a week. Elaine would hear nothing of that and invited them to stay with us. We had a large house with several bedrooms and it would not inconvenience us at all. I totally agreed that we should welcome them and in the back of my mind I was thinking that this was the thing Elaine needed to get her mind away from the frantic sex she was needing. 

We met then at the airport and drove them to our house. Her brother was a clean looking guy, kind of husky, big shoulders. Wendy was a knockout. I was taken aback when we were introduced. She was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Her shiny jet-black hair fell to her shoulders and it seemed to shimmer when she moved. In contrast to that beautiful hair, her skin was pale, almost white, and so clear and soft. But, her eyes had me mesmerized. They were as black as her hair. When she looked me in the eye and smiled I almost melted. And her body! She was slim but not by any means skinny. She wore a black mini skirt and a black jersey that embraced her bosom, which I guessed to be a 34 or 36 B or C. I’m not good at those judgments; I just know what I like. It’s a good thing I had to drive because if I didn’t have to keep my eyes on the road I’d make an ass of myself staring at her. 

I helped Bob carry their luggage in and, after a while we settled down in the living room and had drinks. I made the drinks in the kitchen and carried them to the living room. I set them down on the coffee table and couldn’t help staring at Wendy’s legs. She had them crossed and her mini skirt had slipped up almost to her waist. I got an instant hard on. I finally realized that I was making an ass of myself; I heard Elaine and Bob laughing. Turning around, embarrassed, I made my way to the couch beside Elaine. I apologized and looked at the floor. All three were laughing now. 

Bob spoke up and said, “Don’t be embarrassed Ted, that happens all the time. She is a knockout isn’t she?”

I looked up and saw that Wendy was smiling at me. “I’m flattered that you find me attractive Ted.”

Bob piped up again and said, “You mean that you’re flattered that you turned him on.”

“Well, that too,” she said, continuing to smile at me. Oh, man! She had dimples too.

We had several drinks and when it got late Bob said that they were going to bed. Elaine went upstairs with them and showed them their room, which was right next to ours. She came back down and we had a nightcap and listened to some soft jazz on the DVD. 

“Wendy really got to you didn’t she,” Elaine asked?

“I’m sorry honey. I just was amazed at her beauty. Why isn’t she a model?”

“She could be, I’m sure, but she chooses to help Bob in his work. They’re very much in love you know, just like we are.” 

Elaine put her arm around my shoulder and said, “You know, she’s so sexy, she even turns me on.”

“Wow,” I said. “Wouldn’t that be hot!”

“I’ve thought about how it would be with another woman. Remember in that movie when me and that girl sucked her boyfriend’s cock? We kissed too and I liked that. It made me hotter, if that was possible,” She laughed.

We went to bed and made love. I was horny thinking about Elaine and Wendy together.

The next day was a Saturday. Nobody wanted to go anywhere so we just hung around and talked. Elaine and her brother talked endlessly about their family and old times. I invited Wendy out back and we had a beer on the deck. That day she wore very short white shorts and a white halter top that emphasized her wonderful breasts. When she turned they moved from side to side. I had a perpetual hard on. I’m sure she noticed it through my shorts. She glanced at my crotch from time to time and smiled.

I got up the nerve and said, “It turns you on when men are fascinated by your beauty, doesn’t it?”

“Well, I have to admit, I like it.”

“How does Bob feel about it?”

“Oh, he’s fine with it. He enjoys it too, knowing that I’m his and all the guys drool. He’s told me many times that it turns him on to see me dancing with another guy and knowing the guy would like to have sex with me.”

“I know that feeling. I have the same feelings with Elaine.”

“Really,” she said. “Have you ever done anything more than watch her dance with guys?”

“Well, I’m not sure Elaine would want me to reveal this to anyone, but yes, we have been swinging lately.”

“Bob and I have discussed it and I’m sure he would love to see me have sex with another man, but so far we haven’t done it.” She looked down at my crotch again and smiled wickedly. Elaine came out then and we all had a beer. 

Later that day, Elaine and I were in our bedroom. I told her about my conversation with Wendy. 

“Wow Ted,” she said. “Are you going to fuck her?”

“I’d sure like to but, I’m not sure if your brother will go along with it. He wants to see her have sex with another guy, but him being your brother may screw things up.

“Well, if you get the opportunity, take it,” she said. “I have an idea, let’s all get drunk tonight and I’ll steer the conversation into sex and see how far it goes.”

“We’re talking about your brother here Elaine.”

“Yeah, that makes it exciting, don’t you think?”

“You never cease to amaze me.”

Dinner was sirloin steaks, baked potatoes and green beans, followed by good coffee and brandy. Later we played cards for a while. Elaine suggested a movie we had on tape. 

“But first,” she said, “let’s have a pajama party and all slip into something comfortable”
 The women put on nightgowns and robes. Bob and I just stripped down to our jockeys and robes. I made drinks for everyone and we settled down to watch the movie. It was r-rated softcore porn with a good story. There was a lot of nudity and several sex scenes. I was sitting on our love-seat while Elaine sat on the carpet at my feet. Bob and Wendy sat on the divan and cuddled. As the movie progressed, Elaine kept her eye on our drinks, not letting anyone be without one. After several drinks we were all mellow and the movie ended. 

Elaine got up and said, “Hey, anyone brave enough to watch an X rated movie?”

We were all feeling good by then and Bob looked at Wendy. She shrugged her lovely shoulders and said, “It’s OK with me, if you don’t mind.” 

Elaine was quick to slip one of our favorites into the VCR. This was a story about incest and it had some really explicit sex scenes. Elaine sat next to me on the love-seat, cuddling up real close. As the movie progressed she slipped her hand under my robe and began stroking my cock. It was already hard from watching all the fucking and sucking on the screen. She reached her other hand up and snapped off the light. The only light now came from the TV screen. 

I sneaked a peek over to the divan and saw, in the dim light, that Wendy’s robe had fallen open and I could see one of her delicious tits, encased in a very thin teddy. I could make out a very large nipple. One scene in the movie was when a mother climbed into her son’s bed and began sucking on his cock while he was asleep. He looked about 20 years old and had about an eight or nine inch cock that was laying there placid until his mother began to suck in. I heard a moan from the divan and looked to see Bob’ hand inside Wendy’s robe and feeling her right breast. I could also see that Wendy’s hand had slipped between the folds of Bob’s robe and it was moving back and forth, obviously stroking his cock. Elaine had my robe open and was stroking me in plain sight. Wendy looked over at us and gave me a big smile and a wink. When she saw that I was totally exposed she immediately tore open Bob’s robe and pulled down his jockeys. Then she looked at us one more time with a smile before she bent over and took him in her mouth all the way to his balls. Bob was enjoying the blow job while still intently watching the mother and son scene. 

Following suit, Elaine went down and took me into her sweet mouth. I watched Wendy’s beautiful face as she engulfed Bob’s cock. She even took her long, lovely hair and pushed it back, giving me a good view. I was trying my best to keep from cumming in Elaine’s mouth, but the sight of Wendy sucking Bob’s cock and smiling at me almost did me in. I motioned for Elaine to back off and as she lifted her head I pushed her back on the couch and went down on her, tasting her very wet pussy. I managed to turn my head, while still keeping my tongue in Elaine’s cunt. I looked at Wendy and did the best I could trying to give her a smile. Wendy then went to work on Bob more seriously. I saw him buck his hips and groan loudly. He mumbled to Wendy that he was about to cum. Wendy, still holding Bob’s pulsating cock in her mouth, turned and caught my eye as Bob began to shoot his load into her sucking mouth. Her eyes widened and I could see her cheeks swell with his sperm. She was making some loud noises, such as, “Mmmm, gulp, mnnn, as she continued to suck all the juice out of her husband’s cock. When Bob was through with his climax, Wendy sucked one last drop from him and looked right at me and smiled as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Damn! I almost came right then, without any help. 

Soon Elaine began to scream that she was cumming also. She didn’t have to tell me because I could feel the contractions in her cunt and her clitoris began to vibrate on my tongue. She held the back of my head with both hands and pulled me hard into her sprouting pussy. Yes, once again she was shooting, spraying my face with loads of woman cum. When she was done I sat back against the couch. My face and chest was awash with Elaine’s wet cum. I looked at Wendy and we locked eyes. She was still licking Bob’s cum off her lips while I was wiping Elaine’s cum off my face. We kept eye contact for a whole minute, until Elaine stirred and noticed what we were doing. Bob was just noticing the action too. 

Elaine turned to me and said, “You need to fuck her Ted.”

I looked at Bob. His eyes went from me to Wendy and back.

“Yes,” he said. “You need to fuck my wife.” 

I stood and walked over to their couch and held out my hand. Wendy held her hand out to me and I took her hand in mine and guided her to the stairs. We walked up and entered Elaine and my bedroom. As I closed the door behind us, Wendy turned to me and put her arms around my neck and pressed her body into mine. In a moment we were naked and kissing passionately, while our bodies melded together. Her skin was so warm and soft. Her breasts against my chest felt absolutely wonderful. I felt her hardened nipples brushing my own. Her lips were soft and open to mine and we felt our tongues exploring each others wetness. She smelled wonderfully exotic. My hardened cock rested against her firm, flat belly. I felt the heat of her body and I felt her need, as she felt mine. I led her to the bed and she lay on her back with her long, beautiful legs down and her tiny feet touching the floor. I knelt before her, stroking those beautiful legs. She opened them wide, giving me total access to her most treasured pussy. I put my arms under her knees and pulled her legs over my shoulders. Then, my face was at her open cunt. I could feel the warmth of her passion against my face. Her lips were open and I could see the moisture in her dripping out. 

The aroma of her warm pussy engulfed me and my sense of smell was rewarded with her intoxicating sweetness. As I moved my lips closer to her opening, she reached down with her delicate fingers and further opened her love lips to my mouth. My eager tongue tenderly explored her pussy’s outer and inner lips with great delight. The taste of her was overwhelming. My cock became rigid with desire. I buried my face in her wetness, inhaling her sex. My tongue explored the inner walls of her passage. I heard her moan softly and felt her tremble as I moved my tongue upon her clitoris, which was standing hard against my tongue. Her hands left her pussy and wrapped themselves around the back of my head. She pulled me into her pulsating pussy and I felt her clitoris vibrate against my tongue as she came into my mouth. She shook and squirmed for several minutes as she climaxed. I had to hold on to the cheeks of her ass and force my mouth into her pussy as her hips surged up and down against my face. It was as if she was trying to buck me off of her mound, but I knew better. As she settled down into the softness of the bed, she sighed and removed her hands from my head. I moved away from her sex and looked up at her face. She looked at me and our eyes connected. She whispered, “That was wonderful. Thank you.”




Elaine



I moved up and lay on my back on the bed. Wendy turned over and climbed on top of me. We kissed deep and wet. Then she reversed her body and lay on top of me with her mouth above my achingly hard cock. “I want to do this,” she said, as she engulfed my stiff rod with her warm mouth. As she took me all the way into her throat, down to my balls, I put my hands on her ass cheeks and drew her pussy down to my face. We were in the classic 69 position. With my cock buried deep into Wendy’s throat and her wet and juicy cunt sitting on my face. She sucked my cock slowly and lovingly. I took her cue and, very slowly, licked at her opening. I felt her juices, still flowing, on my tongue. Her mouth was doing miracles with my cock. Her timing was excellent because, just as I was nearing my climax she lowered her body onto my face and grunted as she let go of her sweet juices into my eager mouth.

Taking my cock from her mouth, she moaned, “Oh, oh, oh,” I’ve never cum so much.” 

I needed to cum, badly. My cock was aching with anticipation. I rolled Wendy over onto her back and climbed on top of her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist as I lowered my body and let my iron-hard cock slip easily down into her waiting pussy. When I felt the head of my member come up against something in her tunnel, I knew I was in as far as I could go. My balls rested on her ass. 

“Oh, Ted, you have filled me up as I’ve never been filled before,” she screamed.

Although that was a hell of an ego booster, my mission was to cum in her pussy and fill her with my sperm. She was holding me so tight with her arms and legs I knew she needed another climax. I shoved my hips into her pelvis and began to cum. I could feel my cock pulsing and shooting stream after stream of my pent-up juices into her. 

She lifted her ass off the bed and screamed, “Oh yes, I’m cumming again. Oh this is amazing. Oh Ted fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” 

We were spent. Wendy kissed me and got up from the bed. “Oh Ted, I can’t believe we did this. What are we going to say when we go downstairs? I know Bob and I discussed doing this, but I never thought I would really do it. You’re a very good lover and I loved having sex with you, but how can I face my husband and your wife?”

“Well honey, remember what Bob said? ‘I think you should fuck my wife.’ And Elaine told me that she wanted me to have sex with you. Come on, we’ll go down together.”

We put our robes on and descended the stairs. There was soft music playing, but we heard no conversation. When we came into the living room, there was no one there. Then I realized the music was coming from the den. Wendy and I walked sown the hallway and opened the door to the den. There, we saw on the couch, Elaine and her brother Bob, totally naked and making love. They were oblivious to us as they continued. Elaine was on her back with her legs wrapped around her brother, while he pumped his cock into her. We watched and listened as they spoke softly to each other.

“I’ve always wondered what it would be like with you Bobby,” Elaine whispered.

“And I have fantasized about fucking you sis.”

“I never knew you were so big. Your cock must be ten inches long.”

“And I love your tight little cunt.”

Wendy and I continued to watch as they fucked each other. It wasn’t long before they reached their peak. I can always tell when Elaine is close to cumming. Her nails will dig into my back and she will force her cunt up to meet my pelvis. She was doing that now.

“Bobby, Bobby, I’m cumming. Oh, fuck me little brother, fuck me. Cum in me, I want you to fill me with your sperm. Ahhhh.”

We saw Bob’s ass cheeks tighten up as he pounded into his sister.

“Here it comes sis. I’m cumming. Oh, you are so tight. Oh, fuck.”

Wendy grabbed my arm and motioned me to be quiet and follow her. She walked back down the hall and proceeded to go back up the stairs. I followed her back to the bedroom and she turned, put her arms around me and said, “It seems they don’t need our company just now, so let’s take up where we left off.” She guided me back to the bed. 

A few days after that episode Elaine and I discussed it in detail. She said she was embarrassed after her sex with her brother and felt guilty. But then, he called the next day and as they talked about their feelings, he told her that, at first, he felt the same. But, he said that the more he thought about their incestuous experience, the more he wanted to have her again. He asked how I felt about it. Elaine realized that she wanted her brother again also. Our discussion ended with our agreement that we were OK with it and that Elaine would make another date with Bob and Wendy.

The next morning we all had breakfast and talked about the night before. We all seemed very relaxed about what we did. After breakfast there was a discussion about what to do today. There were suggestions about sight seeing, the beach, and other things. Then there was silence as we all looked at one another. It was Elaine that broke the silence. “I think we will all agree with this suggestion,” she smiled. “Let’s all just fuck!”

Everybody had a good laugh and Elaine said, “Let’s all use our bedroom.” 

At the top of the stairs Elaine took Wendy into the bathroom and said for us guys to get ready in the bedroom. Bob and I went into the bedroom and stripped naked. I put a DVD CD into the machine and we watched an X rated movie. About fifteen minutes went by and Bob and I were sporting hard cocks while watching the action on the screen. 

“What the fuck do you suppose those girls are doing in there? Bob asked. “They’ve been getting ready for almost twenty minutes.”

I got up and knocked on the bathroom door. “Hey, what’s taking you so long?”

“We’ll be in in a minute,” said Elaine. “You guys can start without us.” She giggled and I heard Wendy laugh. 

I turned the knob and opened the door and saw Wendy sitting on the side of the tub, naked. Elaine was on her knees in front of Wendy, also naked. Wendy’s legs were open and Elaine was eating her out. It was the first time Elaine has ever done that with a woman. My cock got even harder, if that’s possible. It was like a steel rod. Wendy was looking at the ceiling and she was holding Elaine by her head, trying to pull her deeper into her cunt. Elaine looked up at me. Her face was wet with Wendy’s juices. She smiled and I could see that her whole face was wet, Wendy’s love juice dripping from her mouth. 

“Hey,” I said. “Aren’t you going to share this with us?” They both laughed and followed me into the bedroom. When Bob took a look at them he could see that Elaine was still dripping Wendy’ cunt juice. Wendy had her arm around Elaine and she was squeezing Elaine’s right breast. 

The girls climbed to the center of our king-size bed. The wrapped themselves together and began deep kissing. Their legs were intertwined and their hands were exploring each other’s body. Bob and I climbed on the bed and watched the action. Damn, it was hot! They broke their kiss and moved into a position where their cunts were grinding into each other. Bob and I got close and could see that their cunts were open and wet. Their cunt lips were kissing each other and their clitorises were mashing against each other. Their smell was intoxicating. Bob moved around so that his cock was near his sister’s face and she willingly opened her mouth and took him in. Following Bob’s lead, I brought my hard cock up to Wendy’s face. She eagerly opened her mouth and sucked me in. We were all in heaven enjoying the wonderful experience. 

After a few minutes of this, Wendy slipped my cock from her mouth and said, “Elaine, your cunt feels so good against mine. I can feel your clit on mine. I’m gonna cum soon.” The she went back to sucking me in earnest.

Elaine did the same and said, “I’m almost there too. I love fucking you. Baby brother, cum in my mouth. I want to taste your sweet sperm.” She then took Bob’s prick deep into her throat. Then both girls began their muffled screams. They didn’t take our cocks from their mouths as they started to cum.

“Mmmmm, mmmmm. Oh, mmmmm, cuming, both were moaning at the same time. Bob and I could see the woman juice streaming out of their cunt lips. 

Bob screamed, “oh, Elaine, here it comes, I’m gonna fill your sweet mouth with cum.”

That set me off and I began, what was the most tremendous cum I’ve ever had. I began shooting my sperm deep into Wendy’s throat. I heard her gag momentarily as I was cummimg. I had a real big load this time and I kept cumming and shooting for what seemed like five whole minutes. I was still shooting when Wendy released my cock and gasped for air. My sperm shot on her face, her hair and in her ear. There was still some dribbling out of me when she took my back in her mouth.

I knew then that this was only the beginning of Elaine’s sexual adventures and I was glad I was along for the ride! 

This story will continue if I get enough positive reaction from the readers. Please vote and send me an e-mail.

Mr Lucky 



Elaine



This story idea was passed on to me from Greene14. I thank you for the help and for proofreading. I hope to work with you again in the future. As for you the reader, I hope that you enjoy the story, find it arousing and fun to read. 

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Elaine didn't know why she invited them over. Her husband, Bill, was out of town for the weekend on business, the kids were at their grandparents, and she was lonely. 

After calling her best friend Cathy to come over that evening for some drinks, she had then called Karen and Audrey, and invited them also. She got along good with Karen. Her husband Chris was a friend of Bill's and they were away together with work. Elaine however hadn't talked with Audrey since the BBQ they hosted some weeks ago, so she was hoping that they could catch up on gossip.

Elaine, in her early 30's, still had somewhat of an attractive figure, but the kids and age put a little weight on her. One thing that Bill enjoyed though was that having kids changed her breast measurement from 36B to 42B. She often wondered why men always like a female's breast size. Her and Bill had a good sex life, but he always had a thing for her breasts.

The first one to arrive was Cathy. Also in her early 30's, a couple of inches taller than Elaine, and beautiful. Having kids also affect her figure a little, but she was still an attractive and sexy woman. She was a lively character who is loud and friendly, although when discussing sex, she would turn quiet and be very shy. Elaine gave her a hug and invited her in.

"Cathy, I hope you don't mind, but I invited Karen and Audrey over also," Elaine told her as they walked toward the kitchen.

"I don't mind at all Elaine. They more the merrier as they say."

"Good. I am having a glass of white wine, would you like one?"

"Yes, please."

"How are the kids doing?" Elaine asked her. 

"Well, Janice's tonsils are going to have to come out, and Petey will need braces in a few years. When they came out with that study a few years ago, saying that a parent will spend roughly a million dollars on their child from the time they are born to the time they turn 18, I really believe that."

"Well, let's hope that we don't have any more," Elaine told her laughing.

"How are Little Bill and Renee doing?" Cathy asked.

"They are growing, and starting to be a handful. Bill will start Little League Ball soon, and Renee wants dance."

Not long after Elaine and Cathy started talking, Karen and Audrey arrived together.

Karen, the youngest at 26, is attractive with long brown hair and light highlights. Audrey, at 29, had average looks and had dyed her blonde.

After white wine was served all around, everyone settled in the living room and started talking and gossiping. The first bottle of wine was finished and a second one opened. All the ladies were starting to open up, and discussing everything from jobs to their sex lives. When the second bottle was just about done, Elaine had to excuse herself to go to the bathroom.

"Excuse me ladies, but I have to go pee."

"What's wrong Elaine? The wine getting to you," Karen asked while laughing.

When Elaine left the room, Cathy, Karen and Audrey continued talking.

Karen had sat her fit body onto the sofa, sitting Indian style. She kept her body in shape by taking aerobics twice a week. Audrey had chosen the recliner to sit in. She was a bit over weight, but had promised herself to lose it. 

"So tell me Cathy, what one sexual fantasy do you have that no ones knows about?" Audrey asked her.

Cathy's face turned a crimson red from embarrassment. "Well …. I have always had a thing about administering spankings. I think they are fun and erotic," she shyly replied.

Karen and Audrey looked at each other, and then burst out laughing. Cathy saw their reactions, and then joined in herself.

When Elaine came back into the room, she wanted to know what was so funny.

Wiping the tears from her eyes Audrey told her it was nothing, and that she had a question to ask.

"Ask away."

"How would you feel about receiving spankings from someone?"

" I would love to have someone give me a mild spanking."

Karen and Audrey looked at each other again, and a silent message passed between the two.

"Well in that case then, how about letting Cathy give you a spanking since she likes to administer them and you like receiving them?" Audrey told her.

"No, no, no. You misunderstood me. I wouldn't mind a sexy man giving me a spanking, not a female," Elaine protested.

"Oh, come on Elaine. It will just be some fun between us ladies," Audrey told her.

"Yes! Come on Elaine, it will just be between us," Karen threw in.

"No, no, no."

The white wine kept flowing and then a third bottle was opened. By this time all four ladies had a real good buzz going. Then the issue of sexual fantasies where discussed again.

"Elaine, are you sure you don't want to receive a spanking?" Audrey asked her again.

"I told you no," Elaine told her defensively.

"Oh, don't be a spoil sport Elaine, it will be fun," Karen told her.

"It seems to me that you are scared," Audrey said.

"I am not scared," Karen angrily told her.

"Then show us that you are not scared by doing it then," Karen persisted. "You will do it won't you Cathy?"

Cathy hesitated, and looked down at the carpet.

"Oh Cathy, come on. I can tell this is something that you would like to do. Admit it," Audrey told her.

"I know you want to," Karen said. "So tell us you will." 

"Well …. If she wants to I will, but if she doesn't, I will understand," Cathy told them shyly.

"That does it then," said Audrey. She got up and moved to the side of the dining table at the other side of the room.

"Elaine, get over here and get over this table." Although she was smiling, Audrey was telling, not asking her.

Elaine stayed where she was and remained quiet. Staring at Audrey, she was a little frightened now.

"See, you are scared," Karen told her in a mocking voice.

Elaine looked at both Audrey and Karen, and still did not say anything. Did she want to go through with this? Deep down, it was getting her excited, but the tone in Audrey and Karen's voice had her feeling like she was being pressured.

"I can tell you want to do it, so get over here," Audrey bullied her.

"Go over there Elaine," Karen pressured her.

"Now Elaine," Audrey said with an edge to her voice.

Elaine stayed where she was and thought for a few seconds. In a reluctant voice she told them.

"Ok, I will do it under one condition. It will remain between the four of us and no one, especially Bill, will know about it."

"Ok, lets get this done with. I can't wait to see this," Karen told them as she walked to the table.

"Come on then, get over here," Audrey commanded Elaine.

Elaine still hesitated.

"NOW," Commanded Audrey in a loud voice.

Elaine got up and walked over the table to lean over it.

"Oh no you don't, drop the jeans," Audrey explained as she slapped Elaine on her ass.

"Now listen ….," Elaine started to protest.

"Drop your pants Elaine, or I will tell everyone about Chris," Karen told her.

Elaine looked at her with a surprise look on her face, and then very slowly she unbuttoned her jeans and stepped out of them. Leaning halfway on the table with her feet on the floor, Cathy, Karen and Audrey could see the lacy black panties she had on.

"These have to go also," Audrey said as she slapped her on the ass, and then pulled her panties down. Then she walked around so that she was in front of Elaine. "You may start any time you would like Cathy," she told her.

Cathy lightly rubbed one ass check and then she lightly spanked her.

"Harder Cathy," Karen told her from the side.

Cathy hit her harder this time, and they all could hear Elaine moan. Cathy spanked her a few more times on one ass cheek, and then started on the other. By this time Elaine was really moaning and moving around on the table.

"Can I have a go at it?" Karen asked.

Cathy stepped aside, and Karen walked up. Karen massaged Elaine's ass cheek lightly, and then she spanked her. Massage, spank, massage, spank. Each time Karen would spank Elaine, she would hit her harder and harder. Then she started to talk to Elaine.

"You know," spank, " I really enjoy," massage, "doing this." Spank, "I can vent," massage, "my anger," spank, "from when," massage, "you fucked," spank, "Chris," massage, "before we got married." Spank.

By the time Cathy was done, Elaine was silently crying. She was humiliated by what they were doing, but at the same time she was enjoying it. Elaine felt the table under her getting wet from her juices.

"My turn," Audrey said, and they switched positions.

Spank, "Damn this," massage, "feels good." Spank, " I can," massage, "vent my," spank, "anger from," massage, "the damn BBQ."

Audrey was going to spank her one last time, when she felt a hand grab her when she had her arm cocked to swing. Turning, she saw her husband Steve who had walked in to get her. He motioned to her to be quiet, and then he dropped his pants and got behind Elaine. When Elaine felt a strange hand rub her pussy she looked back.

"What is this?" She said as she started to rise up.

Audrey had walked around the table again, and her and Karen grabbed Elaine's arms and held her down. Elaine felt Steve's hand replaced by his cock, and then he slammed into her. Screaming, she started to cry again, as Steve fucked her from behind. The crying then turned to moans. After what seemed like forever to Elaine, Steve pulled his cock out, and placed it at her rectum. Elaine didn't like anal sex, so she tightened up her muscles so that he could not penetrate her. Feeling a slap on her ass, Elaine relaxed for just a second. That second was all that Steve needed; he pushed cock in past the head. Trying to tighten her ass muscles up again to push him out, Elaine felt another slap, and Steve went in another inch. This went on till his dick was buried all the way in her, and then Steve started to fuck her ass, and her silent cries turned into moans again. 

Elaine felt Steve fucking her ass faster and faster. Then she felt his dick swell up in her, and he slammed into her one last time and started to fill her ass with his cum. As soon as Elaine felt the first shot, she started to shake with her own orgasm. Then she felt him pull out, and his cum ran out her ass to join the juices on the table.

Elaine heard them walk out and leave the house. She thought she was alone, till she felt hands on her. Cathy was still there, and helped her to the shower, and then to bed. 

"I am sorry Elaine, I didn't know," and then Cathy was gone. 

Elaine cried herself to sleep. 

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Elaine



My brother Richard was born in 1950 and I in '55. We didn't play together as kids and we didn't share the same friends. I was never known as Dave, I was 'Richard Jr'. We both resembled each other, although there was nothing special about us. As we were growing up, he was taller than me, smarter than I was, more athletic and charismatic. The teachers in school used to compare me to him all the time and I always found myself on the short end of the stick. I never hated him for it. He was just being Richard.

One thing that I envied him about was his ability to always have a girlfriend or two or three. They were all great looking and they all had huge breasts. 

I, on the other hand, couldn't find a date with any girl. I even went to the prom alone.

I just didn't have Richard's charm.

By the time I was graduating high school, Richard had finished college and was actively seeking a teaching position. He majored in French and History and landed a position in our old school district and thus able to get his own apartment. No sooner did he move in, he managed to find a live-in girlfriend. He invited me over one evening to celebrate his new job and to meet his new girl.

Her name was Elaine. She was about 5' 5" tall, brown shoulder length hair, brown eyes, a little on the chunky side and had tremendous breasts. Although she matched the overall criteria that Richard used to pick his girls, there was something a bit off about Elaine. When I spoke to her, she chuckled a lot but didn't really answer any of my questions. Sometimes Richard answered them for her. 

I thought she might be deaf, but at one point she jumped at the sound of Richard dropping a pot in the kitchen. When she finally did speak, she sounded a bit childish. When I got up to get a soda, I noticed a shopping list stuck to the refrigerator door. It was obviously in her handwriting since I had seen my brother's all my life. It looked like a grade school kid wrote it. It finally dawned on me that Elaine might be slow.

When I went back into the living room I decided to find out. I waited for Richard to go to the bathroom and I hit her with a bunch of questions all at once. She managed to answer them all, but took an unusually long time to do so. She had to think about every answer. It was like taking an hour and a half to watch '60 minutes'. Elaine wasn't stupid, just slow. 

When she used the bathroom, I asked Richard about her. He confirmed that she was a bit slow, but he just couldn't resist her in the sack. As long as she was putting out, she could stay with him.

I listened to him in disbelief. As long as she put out? He was able to date anyone he wanted. They all flocked to him. He was now narrowing it down to who put out the most? I still couldn't find any real relationship with girls. I'd managed to date some but most were a one-date wonder, meaning they were wondering why they bothered to date me at all. As the evening ended, I wished them luck and Elaine gave me a hug as I left. As I drove home, my thoughts went to Elaine. I knew that sooner or later she was going to get tossed out when Richard got tired of her, and someone new that 'put-out' came along. I felt sorry for her not being able to see it coming.

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Three colleges I sent applications to turned me down. I had a choice. I could apply again to other schools and work till I was accepted at one, or start the following fall in the community college. Unlike Richard, my chosen career path was Business Management. I'd worked in a supermarket since I turned 16 and had advanced about as far as I could without a degree. I decided to work and wait for acceptance at a better school. In the mean time, I was making good money without anything to spend it on. I pretty much saved every dime I had made to that point and had a little over $5,000 in the bank (a huge sum for an 18 year old kid in '73). When the next five schools turned me down, I decided to get an apartment myself. I wound up getting an apartment in the same building as Richard. Not that it was planned, it just happened that way.

Over the fall, we got together and watched the Eagles lose every Sunday and Elaine would be there, laughing at all the wrong things and still managing to be as sweet as could be.

On Christmas Eve, they invited me over for dinner, so I went after finishing work and a fast change in my own apartment. When I arrived, I noticed that the mood had changed and Elaine was not her usual self. As the evening progressed, I could tell that it was the beginning of the end for her. Richard never talked to her directly, and she never sat near him. In fact, she spent more time fussing over me than him. At one point the phone rang and Richard answered it in the kitchen. I could hear him say "hey, baby" and "love you, too". I looked at Elaine and could tell she had heard it as well.

"Time to leave!" I said as I hopped up and headed out. "Merry Christmas!" I said as I closed the door.

* * *

Around one in the morning, I had a knock at my door. I never had any visitors so I assumed it was someone knocking on the wrong door. 

The person was persistent. 

After they knocked six different times, I finally got up, put on a robe and answered the door. There stood Elaine with blood coming out of her mouth, a swelling eye and what appeared to be a broken nose. She had no coat on and was still in the same clothes I saw her in earlier in the evening. In her hand was a piece of paper with my apartment number, written in her own choppy writing.

"Oh my God, Elaine!" I said in shock.

"Can I come in?" she asked, shaking.

I put my arm around her and walked her over to my sofa and had her sit. I went to the closet and got a spare blanket and wrapped her in it. She looked awful! I knew my brother had a temper. I found that out the hard way growing up with him. I knew he even slugged our Dad once, but I never dreamed he was capable of doing this.

"Do you want me to take you to the hospital? It's five minutes down the road." I asked, very concerned.

She shook her head.

"What happened?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"He hit me."

"I know that, Elaine. Why did he hit you?"

A moment went by and then she replied, "After you left, I asked him who was on the phone. He wouldn't tell me. Then he left for a while. When he came back, he had a..." she pointed to her neck.

"A hickey?" I asked.

She nodded her head. "I asked him who he went to see. He called me a fucking moron and told me to shut up. When I asked him again, he told me to get out. I told him I had nowhere to go and he hit me and hit me until I left."

'Merry Christmas', I thought to myself.

"Look, Elaine, I think I should take you to the hospital. Your nose looks broken."

Again, she shook her head and pulled the blanket tighter around her.

"Okay. Let me at least clean the wounds a bit."

She nodded her head and I got the first aid kit and an ice bag.

She held the bag over her eye, as I looked at her other wounds. She was turning purple all over her face as I examined her busted lip. He had hit her so hard, that one of her teeth had almost gone right through. After cleaning up the blood I turned my attention to her nose. I squeezed the bridge of it and she didn't react. When I touched lower she flinched. She had a simple busted nose, nothing serious. It was swelling, but it was still strait. I gave her some aspirin and asked if she wanted to go to sleep. She nodded and I took her to my bed. I tried to sleep on the couch, but the anger i felt toward my brother prevented that from happening.

* * *

Late Christmas Morning I checked on her and she was still asleep. I didn't have any decorations up because I didn't actually expect company. Now I wished I would have at least gotten a small tree.

I made some coffee and soon she was sitting at the kitchen table, looking even worse than a few hours ago. Her eye was now swollen shut and turning into a massive shiner and the right side of her face was fully bruised. She kept shifting a bit in her seat and I asked her why. She pulled open her shirt at the shoulder and showed me a bruise that went from her neck all the way down to her upper arm. Then she stood and turned her back to me and lifted her shirt up to reveal several bruises on her lower back.

I felt sick to my stomach.

After she drank her coffee I asked her if she was hungry. She nodded and I started breakfast. While I was cooking, I decided to ask a few questions.

"Elaine, where do your parents live?"

"They're dead."

"Any aunts or uncles?"

She slowly shook her head.

"How about brothers or sisters?"

She kept shaking her head.

"Where did you live before you lived with Richard?"

"I stayed with other people like me at a state school."

I wasn't getting anywhere, so I changed my line of questioning, as I continued cooking.

"How did you meet Richard?"

"At school."

"You were in college?" I asked, not believing.

"No, I was one of his students at the school he teaches at."

Now I really was confused. Richard is 23, and I doubt he would risk his new teaching job having one of the students live with him. Besides, there way no way Elaine was in high school.

Is there anyone I could call for you?

Again she shook her head.

After breakfast, I had her go and try to clean herself up a bit. I called my brother.

"What's the matter with you, Richard?" I hissed into the phone.

"What's wrong?" he asked, as I heard someone else giggling in the background.

"Why did you beat the crap out of Elaine?"

"Did she tell you?"

"She didn't have to. She's here now. If that were anyone else, you'd be in jail right now."

"Maybe," he said, simply not giving a shit.

"Okay, I need to know who I can contact for her," trying to remember this is my brother I was talking to.

"Sorry, guy. There isn't anyone," he answered, as the giggling continued in the background.

"How did you meet her?" I asked, becoming frustrated.

"She was a student at the school I teach at."

I was more confused than ever. "You had an underage girl move in with you?"

"What do you think, I'm stupid? Elaine's 20. She's an orphan and has been raised by the state since she was 10. As you can tell, she isn't the smartest kid on the block. She was in a car accident and her parents and siblings were killed. She had some serious injuries but managed to survive. These worst injuries were to her pelvic region and her head. She can't have any kids because of those injuries."

"She also lost some brain function. She's still got an average IQ, but barely. It just takes longer for her to put two and two together."

"When she turned 18, the state told her she could stay with them in their facility as long as she still tried to get through high school. She was still in the 9th grade. The first day of school I met her in one of my social study classes. It was lust at first sight for me. I talked her into quitting school and moving in with me."

"Is there anyway to get her back with the state and back in school?" I asked hopefully.

"Sorry, guy. That was a one-way ticket. She's your problem now," he said with a chuckle.

Still desperately clutching to the fact that this was my brother, I simply asked, "When can she pick up her things?"

"I'll have them ready by noon and I'm home all day," came the reply with the giggling getting louder.

"Fine," I said, and hung up.

Elaine came out of the bathroom looking a little brighter and we sat and watched TV till the early afternoon.

* * *

Around two o'clock I knocked on my brother's door. He answered in his bathrobe.

"Oh, hi! Come on in."

I walked in and there sat a girl I never saw before.

"Brenda, This is my brother Dave."

I nodded to her and asked where the stuff was.

He showed me a large box in the hall. That was all there was. I picked it up and headed back to the living room. I turned and stood by the hall leading to the door and said, "If you come across anything else, let me know."

I noticed that Brenda wasn't looking at me, but past me. I turned and saw that Elaine had entered the apartment. Richard ignored her. Brenda had the look of a deer caught in the headlights. I motioned to Elaine to go and we left, leaving them to close the door.

We no sooner got back to my apartment, when the phone rang.

"Thanks a lot, asshole," Richard said. "You and moron just scared off a great piece of ass."

"There'll be more, I'm sure," I said, and hung up.

I looked at Elaine, who was sitting on the couch going through her things, wondering what I was going to do with her.

"Elaine, I guess you can stay here until we figure out what's best for you."

She looked up at me and nodded. "Thank you," she said.

* * *

The next day, I called the SSI office to see if Elaine had any benefits that she could qualify for. I made enough money to live on and to put some aside for college, but there was no way I could support us both. Besides, she needed funds to look after herself. They told me that she was already getting benefits and they were being sent to my brother's address. 

This was news to Elaine. I guess he was cashing her checks and keeping it. We drove to SSI and had them change the address. It was only $120.00 a month, but it was something. Her January '74 check would come to my apartment.

* * *

New Year's Eve, Elaine was looking and acting better. While I was working, she was doing the cleaning and cooking for me. It was a nice trade off. I got a couple of magnums of champagne, (it was legal in '74 for 18 year olds) and some snacks for the evening. I had a surprise for her as well. I had gotten her a job at my supermarket as a bagger and sweeper. She could start as soon as she felt well enough and could work the same hours as I did so she would have a ride. I waited to tell her the news.

We watched the ball drop and I opened the first bottle of champagne. We sat on the couch drinking and watching Carson, When the first bottle was empty, I popped the second one and poured us each another glass.

"I'm going to get drunk," said Elaine, already a little tipsy.

"Go ahead. You've got something to celebrate," I said, sipping my drink.

After a moment, she said, "What am I celebrating?"

I told her about the job. She blinked a few times and asked if I was joking. I made it clear that I wasn't. She grabbed me and gave me a bear hug, mashing her huge breasts into my chest.

She let me go and said, "I don't believe it. No one has ever hired me before. Oh, thank you," she said as I got crushed again.

She downed her drink, poured another and downed that one as well.

"Whoa!" I said. "I don't want to be cleaning up puke."

"Don't worry," she said, "I don't get sick."

For the next hour or so, she would be watching TV, start jumping up and down and repeating, "I don't believe it, I don't believe it," and mashing those monsters on me.

I guess I really made her day.

* * *

Elaine started work two weeks later. Most of the bruising had faded and she did an excellent job after convincing her that bread and eggs should go on top of the bag, not the bottom. A few times that day, I noticed some men getting close to her and trying to 'accidentally' get a cheap feel of her boobs. One guy was so bold, that he literally reached out with both hands and fondled them. Elaine just kept bagging. I walked over and strong-armed the guy out the door telling him to stay out.

That evening, over dinner, I asked Elaine about the incidents and why she never protested.

"You told me the customer is always right, no matter what, and never argue with them. I don't want to lose my first job already."

"Yeah, but Elaine, they can't do that to you. Sometimes the customer is wrong and you have to say something."

"But the customer is always right."

"Okay, look at it this way. If anyone does that to you again, they are no longer a customer, and they are wrong. If it happens again, I want you to scream as loud as you can. No one can do that to you without your permission."

She sat there chewing her food and thought for a while. Finally she said, "I like my boobs rubbed."

That was unsolicited. Welcome, but unsolicited.

"Don't let it happen at work," I responded quickly.

"Okay," she said, as she picked up her plate and cleared the dinner table.

After dinner we went to the movies and saw "Blazing Saddles". When the campfire scene came on, I thought Elaine was going to wet herself laughing. It was good to finally see her laugh again.

When we got back to my apartment, she said that that was the most fun she had in a while, and gave me another bear hug. I turned on the TV and flopped down on the sofa. She did the same, causing her breasts to bounce several times. 

Damn they were big.

There were a few questions on my mind that I wanted answers to, so I started a conversation with her and then steered her to the questions.

"Was Richard the first guy you slept with?"

If she had a problem with that question, she didn't show it.

"Nope," she said, half watching the tube.

"You slept with someone before?"

"Yep," she said, full of information.

"Who was that?"

"Some kid at the state home," she replied.

"Was that kid the first guy you slept with?"

"Yep."

I decided to change the direction of my questioning. I waited for a commercial to come on and then started again.

"You do remember what to do if some man touches you again at work?"

"Scream," she replied. "But I do like my boobs rubbed."

That was the second time she said that today. I wasn't sure if she was stating a fact, or was trying to tell me something.

When the show was over, she gave me a bear hug and said, "Good night."

I guess she was stating a fact.

* * *

Two days later, I was in the stock room at work when I heard someone screaming. After a moment of confusion, I realized that that had to be Elaine. I ran up to the check out lines and found three men holding the same guy from the other day. Elaine was still hollering. I took her by the arm and led her away, telling her she could stop screaming. The police came and took the guy away. The manager came over to us and apologized for the incident and asked if Elaine wanted to go home for the rest of the day. She said yes, and he told me to take her home.

On the drive home, Elaine said nothing. I asked if she wanted to talk about it and she said yes, but when we got back to the apartment.

After letting her in, I went to the kitchen to get her a soda. I sat down next to her on the couch and asked her again what had happened.

"The same guy was in line. When I handed him his bag, he went like this," and she grabbed my hands, mashed them into her breasts and moved them all over.

"I remembered what you said and screamed," she said, still holding my hands on her boobs. I tried to pull them off, but she held them there.

I finally managed to free myself. She got up and started to pace around the room.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"I'm not sure," she said, still pacing. "You like me, don't you?"

"Sure," I said, starting to figure out where this was going.

"That man grabbing my boobs," she said, waving her hands in the air, "It makes me want to have them rubbed," she said now pacing faster. "You like me but don't want to rub them. Am I too stupid for you to like me?"

That hurt, because even though she was slow, I never treated her that way. Rather than starting a debate, I tried to calm her down. I stood and the next time she passed me while pacing I stopped her and faced her, holding her by the arms. Her eyes were tearing from frustration.

"Elaine, I'm not going to take advantage of you like my brother did. All he wanted you for was for sex. You're better than that."

"What do you want me for?" she asked, rather nasty.




Elaine



"I'm trying to help you to become independent."

"Why?" she asked with the same tone.

"So you don't need anyone else and can live on your own."

"I want to be with people. People that like me. Do you, or do you not like me?"

"Of course I like you, otherwise you wouldn't be here."

"Then why won't you RUB MY BOOBS!" she hollered.

By then, I'm sure the neighbors were wondering the same thing.

"Okay," I said. I took her by the arm and led her into the bedroom. I motioned for her to sit. She was still furious with me.

"I'm going to tell you a secret," I said.

She wiped a tear from her eye and swept the hair away from her face. "What," she said, calming down.

I cleared my throat and said, "I never had a real girlfriend before, so I've never rubbed boobs before. I've never done anything with a girl before except kiss. I'm afraid that if I do this, I'm going feel guilty that I've taken advantage of you."

She sat for a few minutes staring off into space. Then she said, "I think I know what you mean, so I'm going to tell you something. I know what I'm doing and I like you. If I didn't like you I wouldn't ask. If you never have done it before, I'll show you what to do. Do you like me enough to learn how?"

Now it was my turn to stare off into space. Elaine may be slow, but she had a full grasp of the situation.

"You know I'm not my brother. If I do this, I'm going to think of you as my girlfriend."

"I know you're not Richard. He never did anything good for me. You have. You're better than him. I'd want to be your girlfriend."

No one ever said that to me before. I guess she really did like me.

"Give me your hands," she said.

I held them out. She took them and held them to her breasts. She moved them around in a circular motion and then let go. I continued to massage these soft massive mounds for her. She leaned back on her arms, closed her eyes and smiled. I was no longer apprehensive and started to really give them a workout. A moan came from deep in her throat. She started to squirm on the bed. I had no idea what she was doing until she gasped and rubbed her hand in her crotch. Eventually she opened her eyes as I still rubbed her boobs, and she said, "Thank you."

I stopped and sat down next to her. She leaned over and gave me a kiss. It was wet and it felt great. I've kissed before but mostly quickies. She kissed me again and it was even wetter than before. The erection that was in my pants was getting very uncomfortable, and before I did something stupid, I got up and went into the kitchen. When Elaine came out, she had changed into a simple robe.

She walked up behind me, put her arms around me and gave me a squeeze. She leaned her head on my back as she held me and said, "That felt nice, boyfriend. You can rub my boobs anytime you like." As she let her arms drop away, one of her hands hit the wood that was making a tent in my pants.

"Woops, sorry," she said, giggling.

She went back out to the living room and turned on the TV. I grabbed a couple of beers and took them out. I handed one to her and sat next to her. She let her robe open a bit, but her boobs were so massive I still couldn't see all of them. She was in mid sip when she caught me peeking.

"Do you want to see them?" she asked, giggling.

"Not really," I lied.

She pouted. She looked down to her lap and then back at me and then down at her lap again.

"You know I want to see them. I've wanted to see them since the first second I met you."

She smiled, turned toward me and threw her robe open.

Good grief! They were unbelievable. For all their size, she had small nipples and at that moment, were as hard as a rock. Speaking of hard as a rock, mini-me was starting to drill a hole in my pants.

"Do you like them?" she asked, waiting for my approval.

"They're okay," I said, messing with her.

She closed her robe and started to pout again. Thank God she knew I was kidding.

"They are absolutely gorgeous."

She smiled again, opened her robe and swung her boobs from side to side for me.

"Do you want to see the rest?" she asked, starting to stand up.

I held her down on the couch. Any more stimulation and I would have a mess in my pants. "I think I'll save that for some other time. I've had enough new experiences today."

"I can see that," she said, looking at the tent in my pants. "Do you want me to take care of that?" she asked, tapping me on the tent pole.

"I don't want to impose upon you."

She stared at me.

"I don't want you to do something that you would rather not."

"Oh. I asked you, remember? That means I want to."

"What do you think should be done to take care of it?" I asked, really not knowing what she had in mind.

"I'm thinking. Okay, stand up and take your pants off."

I did as I was told and my cock sprung from the confines of my pants. She held me by the hips and moved me in front of her.

"Oh, that is a nice one," she said looking it over.

I didn't know if she was kidding or not. I wasn't any longer than 6 inches, but I knew I had a wide one.

"Hum, let me see," she said.

Now she was messing with me. The wait for her to do anything to me was a turn-on in itself. My cock bobbed at her as she continued to look it over. Finally, she took her hand and wrapped it around my cock and started pumping it slowly.

"I have found that if I do this long enough, it usually takes care of this problem," she said, looking up at me and smiling.

She was enjoying herself. Come to think of it, I was enjoying myself too.

She looked at me, still smiling as her hand tried to coax my spunk to appear. My legs started to shake and I was getting awfully close. She knew it and stopped. I wasn't sure why she stopped, but I stood and waited.

"This is your first time?" she asked.

"Yes," I answered.

"I think I'm going to make this last for a while."

She waited for the purplish color to go away, wrapped her hand around me again and continued stoking me as she had before.

"Do you like what I am doing?"

I answered with a sigh.

Soon my legs were shaking again. She stopped and waited.

Ten minutes of her bringing me to the brink and stopping was starting to wreak havoc with my nervous system. It must have shown in my face.

"I'm going to make you cum now," she said, smiling at me.

She increased the speed of her hand a bit as it stroked up and down my cock. The pressure was building again and my knees were soon knocking. She pointed me at her boobs as the first spurt splashed against them. The second one came out so powerfully that it was audible as it hit her. A few more large spurts of spunk landed on target, before the last dribs and drabs were milked out. She had never taken her eyes off of mine. She released me and asked if the problem was taken care of.

"Absolutely," I replied.

* * *

That night, she wanted me to sleep with her. It was my bed, so I agreed. She was already in bed when I got in. She rolled toward me and I found that she was naked. I still had my shorts on. She ran her hands all over me and as soon as she came to the shorts, she asked my why. I really didn't have an answer, so I took them off. She was on me like an animal. She was no slight woman and was able to roll me around at will. She covered my face with her mouth as her hands and body wreathed over me. She had me pinned down and rubbed her womanhood on my cock. I was soon as hard as a rock, and with no fanfare, lowered herself on me.

What an incredible feeling! Her womanhood felt like a velvet glove surrounding me as she raised and lowered herself. Her tempo increased quickly, she moaned and shuttered as she arched her back with the intensity of her orgasm. I was fascinated by the whole experience. She rolled off of me and rested her head on my shoulder.

"You didn't come. Didn't you like it?"

"I loved it, I was just watching you."

"Oh. Do you want to watch again?"

I laughed. She really did have a good sense of humor.

This time I rolled over on her, and she guided me in. She raised her knees a bit to allow me better access, and I lifted myself up so I could look down and watch myself moving in and out of her. She ran her hands over my back and moaned now and then. Her breasts were flapping in time to our rhythm, as I continued to watch my cock slide in and out of her. She started to groan louder and suddenly I was pulled down on her tight. Her womanhood pulsed on me as she groaned. This was a bit of a blessing, as I was close to cumming myself. I used the respite to lower my excitement level.

Elaine brushed the hair out of her face and smiled at me. "You still haven't cum?"

"I think I'm having too much fun."

She giggled. "Okay, I'll show you something else."

She motioned for me to straddle her mid section, and placed my cock between her boobs.

"Just move back and forth till you come," she said. "That way I can watch too."

She wrapped those beauties around me and I slid myself back and forth between them. It was a huge turn on to watch and see her watch as well. She looked up at me now and then and giggled.

"Come on," she said. "You can do it! Let my boobs make you cum!"

The tingle in my balls had begun and I had trouble concentrating as she continued to giggle below me.

"Cum, cum, cum," she started to chant between giggles.

"Uh," I grunted as the spunk rushed up and out of me, splashing against the underside of her chin.

"Yeah!" she said and started giggling again.

* * *

We returned to work the next day with no one the wiser. Elaine performed her job so well, the boss gave her an early raise. (It was more like an apology for the day before.) When we got back to the apartment, she jumped me right in the living room.

* * * 

It went on like this for months. She was the best thing to ever happen to me. We found ourselves in love and I popped the question the following year. We've been married for almost 30 years now. We couldn't have any children, but we adopted two. They managed to get into college and get good jobs and have great families. Elaine still works at the supermarket, making enough money stuffing bags to make most grown men green with envy. I'm a department manger at the same store. Richard is still an asshole and never married. He's done several stints upstate for beating his girlfriends. 

Who's the moron now?



Elaine



His name was 'SteveUK" and his message in the chatroom was: "Do any guys near Taunton want to get a blow job from my girlfriend?"

The only reason it caught my eye, was that it was within driving distance from my house. I private-messaged him saying I was close. When it got round to me asking him to prove that it was really his gf I was meeting and not just some weird guy, he asked me for my mobile number.

It was only seconds before the phone rang. 

Elaine: "Is that Chris?"

Chris. "Yes, Elaine right?"

Elaine: "Hi, so, Steve asked me to call. So do you think you can come over?"

Chris: "Sure."

When she called, my jeans were unzipped, my cock already hard. Porn clips running silently on the monitor in front of me. I'd been playing with myself again since I'd first picked up the phone.

Elaine: "But its just oral sex ok. I only want to give you a blow job ok?"

Chris "Whatever you want."

Elaine: "You can cum on my face if you like."

There was an awkward bit when I had to find a pen and paper to take down her address. But minutes later I was in a hot bath, my heart beating rapidly while I washed my cock. In the car I chain-smoked the whole way, window down on the motorway, music playing loudly. Once off the motorway I found her directions to be very efficient. I was fairly excited by the time I found her street. I got out the car and smoked one last cigarette, trying to calm down so I could pretend to be cool. I had no idea what she looked like. Not like I cared much.

*****

I ring the bell. Elaine answers the door. Her smile is genuine but slightly nervous. She looks like she's going to giggle or cry. We say our hellos. It's all strangely normal. Before we've left the hallway she's offered me a coffee. She takes me through to the lounge-diner. There's her PC desk and on screen MSN Messenger is running. The guy on cam, I rightly assume is SteveUK. The mic is working too. We chat.

Elaine brings instant coffee, she looks a little less nervous now, I'm sat on her desk chair looking at her. She is wearing a short, but not too tight, black skirt. A plain blouse with a black bra showing underneath. She isn't wearing any shoes but she is wearing a pair of ragged-looking hold up stockings. She must be almost 50 but still attractive and slim. Her hair is blonde and thin and cut in a neat bob. Probably works in an office -- maybe part time.

Elaine and Steve go over the rules again. 

Elaine: "Do you want to be naked or just unzipped?"

Me: "Naked."

Elaine: "OK, well get undressed and take a seat on the sofa."

I take off everything but my socks, then I put my black boots back on. I sit on her sofa. She positions her webcam so it is facing me. Steve has gone silent now. She seems very relaxed. She opens my legs and drops a cushion down on the floor between them. She kneels on it. She's smiling up at me. Grinning.

Elaine: "I can't believe I'm doing this."

Me: "I know."

She licks the base of my cock and slowly drags her tongue to the tip. Then she gently grips my cock in her hand and puts her warm wet mouth over the tip. She's really good. Her tongue works slowly and deliberately. She sucks me in deep then licks her way down my shaft and then onto my balls. She nibbles and licks them, while keeping my cock going in her hand. I play with her hair. Her mouth makes me moan. Then she stops, takes off her blouse and shirt. I touch the warm skin of her shoulders. Then she shocks me a little by deep-throating me. She slowly but surely takes the whole length and calmly keeps her mouth clamped around the base.

Me: "How the hell do you do that?"

Elaine slowly pulls off, she grins: "Practice."

She carries on. I try to make it last as long as I can. But she knows she's got me. She grins when I have to pull her hand away from my cock to stop me from cumming. She stands and takes me by the hand. She gets me to stand in front of the desk. She points the webcam at my cock. She brings her cushion over and gets back on her knees. She sucks me again. But she's now looking into the cam and talking to Steve. He is silent at the other end. His cam now switched off. I start swearing and panting. She knows how close I am. She's jerking me faster, gripping it tight. Her gaze goes back and forth from my face to the cam.

Elaine: "Come on. Cum on my face."

Me: "Oh fuck."

She closes her eyes and tilts her head back.

Elaine: "Do it."

I had already jerked off twice that day but when I came there was still enough to make Elaine giggle and make a little surprised squeal as I let it go all over her face. I just looked down at her panting. She looked good. She opened her eyes grinning. Then looked into the cam.

Elaine: "Did you like that baby?"

Steve: "Yeah babe. That was really fucking hot."

Steve: "Did you enjoy that Chris?"

Me: "Hmmmm, fuck yea."

Steve: "She's the best cock sucker I've ever met."

Elaine was still kneeling there, smiling almost like she was embarrassed, my cum still glistening on her face and neck.

Me: "She is good."

Steve: "Suck him again."

Elaine smiled at me. I was now sat in the desk chair still naked. Elaine leant down and took the whole of my soft cock in her mouth. Even though it felt amazing my dick wasn't ready to get hard again. Elaine persevered for a couple of minutes but then she stopped, took my own hand and placed it on my dick.

Elaine: "Play with it. That's it. Keep doing that. So, what else do you like doing Chris?"

Me: "Oh, um, well I'll try anything really. What's your fantasy?"

Elaine: "To have sex with three men, one in my pussy, one in my mouth and one in my ass. Do you like anal sex Chris?"

Me: "Yes but only done it once."

Elaine: "I really like it."

She watches me play with my dick, smiling because it's gotten hard.

Elaine: "Would you meet with me and Steve?"

Me: "Definitely"

Elaine: "You can do more when he's with us. I want to you to fuck my ass while Steve is in my pussy. Would you do that?"

Me: "I'd love to."

She takes over from me. She gives me an incredible blow job. Her head bobs up and down and she moans on my cock, putting on a real show for Steve. She lets me fuck her mouth, I hold her by the back of the head. I'm not rough but I let her know that I want her to take it deep.

Me: "Fuck I'm gonna cum again"

She doesn't stop, her head moving more rapidly up and down. I cum in her mouth and she makes a happy moaning noise. She swallows. Afterwards she has a beaming grin on her flushed face. 

They seem to want to get me dressed and out of there pretty quick. I want to stay and watch them talk. I know she's going to start playing with herself when I leave. But I respect their rules. She shows me to the door. Steve can't see so I give her a lingering kiss on her cheek.

Elaine: "I hope you enjoyed that. We will call you soon about meeting up. Bye"

I sat in my car and lit up a cigarette, then started the engine. 



Elaine



Elaine brushed her stallion, slipped the saddle pad and bridle on his back and pulled her old cowboy hat tight before her graceful leap on the horse. She had to duck her head just slightly under the gate post overhead beam as she walked him out of the corral and then with a slight kick shifted gears into a canter, again into a trot and as she got clear of the yard and onto the dirt road she brought him up to a full gallop. She let him find his pace and loosen his muscles before kicking him again and leaning into the wind as he burst into a full run.

She gave him his head and just let him enjoy the running, not even thinking about her form as she gracefully flowed with his motion. 19 years of riding had caused it to become second nature to her and 5 years with Apache had melded the two into a well fitted unit, each being able to anticipate the others next move.

She felt by his breathing that he was about to slow his pace and he felt her settle back and slowed, running down the gears until he was again at a slow trot. Elaine shifted forward, pressing her pubic bone on his withers and letting the trotting bumps send shivers through her until she was almost at the edge of orgasm. She pulled him back to a walk and slumped a bit, letting the electric glow subside. She didn't want to cum, just get revved up. If she came now she wouldn't have the energy to enjoy the rest of the mornings ride.

Elaine and Apache walked over a ridge and stopped, Elaine drew a deep breath and Apache snorted and sniffed. The lake below them was deep blue and shimmering in the sun, and the already warm day would be hot by they reached it in another hour. riding silently through the woods Elaine spotted a Whitetail Buck, and Apache followed it slowly down a draw, getting within 100 yards before the deer realized that he was being followed. He stopped, looked up, sniffed and bolted away in huge bounding leaps that had him far down the alley in seconds. About 20 minutes later she spotted another on, but it was much smaller and crosswind from them and spotted them almost as they spotted her, and was gone in seconds.

The shoreline of the lake at the spot they broke out of the woods was a gentle slope that made the lake only 10 feet deep 50 feet out from shore. Apache walked out until he was up to his belly and would have kept going if Elaine had not turned him back to shore. She didn't want to get her clothes, much less her lunch, wet. She walked him to a large grass patch and slid off his back, dropping his reins. He wouldn't wander off, knowing from before he was old enough to ride that reins on the ground meant he was to remain where he was. Elaine removed his saddle pad and pulled a hackamore from her bag, slipping his bit off and sliding the hackamore on.

"Enjoy your grass buddy, I'm going for a swim." she told him and put the saddle pad down at the edge of the grass, spread a blanket out and emptied her bag onto it. She pulled off her hat, pulled her long blond hair tight and tied it back with a strip of leather lace. She slowly undid the snaps on her shirt and dropped it on the blanket, then unhooked her bra and let it fall. She tossed back her head and thrust out her chest, savoring the warmth of the sun on her bare breasts. She slid her hands up slowly, cupping the firm, medium sized globes, by the time her fingers touched her nipples they were hard and she shivered with delight as she softly rubbed them. "Oh SHIT!, this is going to be a great day, 'Pache" She dropped her hands to her jeans and as she undid the buttons she slid off her boots. the jeans dropped and she slid her light blue panties off and slid off her socks. Now naked she stood with her legs spread and let the Sun bathe her body, sliding her hand down her firm belly and through the soft blond public hair she pressed her clit and moaned as the electric currents shot up her body.

she slid farther down and felt the moisture seeping out of her slit, and slid a finger into her pussy, almost dropping to her knees from the pure pleasure as she slid another in beside it. 

"Ahhhh...yea...FUCK, that's so nice!" 

She pumped her fingers until her juices were flowing down her leg and she felt the slow rolling orgasm start to overtake her. She dropped to the blanket on her knees and braced herself with one hand while the other spread and plunged her pussy until her body rocked and she fell to the blanket, quivering and shaking from the orgasm.

After a few minutes her breathing slowed and the shivers stopped and she sat up, looking over at Apache, still grazing on the grass only now he had a huge erection hanging half way to the ground. 

"Poor boy, you need a cold shower, eh?" 

She got up and picked up his lead and started walking toward the lake. Apache lowered his head and stuck his nose up to her ass, inhaling deep and snorting. Elaine jumped and turned around,

"Bad Horsey, you keep your nose, and everything else, out of my ass!" 

He again dropped his head and snorted at her pussy, this time pushing her with his soft nose, actually nuzzling her pubes. 

"Oh boy, better get you cooled off quick." 

She told him and swung onto his back and kicked him into a fast run. They hit the water and Apache splashed once and then leaped, as if there were an invisible hurdle, landing far out in the water still at a full run. With the water now half way up his flank he was forced to slow and walked out until the water was almost over his back. Elaine stood up, put her hands high in the air and dove head first as far out as she could. The water was still a little cold, it would be much warmer later in the day, and as she broke the surface she gasped from the shock of the cold water on her hot flesh. She rolled onto her back and floated, watching the few small clouds slowly roll by, she had her arms and legs spread wide and wondered what she must look like from the high ground above the lake.

Jessie had been riding slowly, keeping as silent as he could with his rifle a the ready, hoping a nice deer would come into view. The sound of a large splash drew his attention to the lake far below him an he rode over to a bluffs edge just in time to see what looked like a naked girl dive off a horse. he pulled the spotting cope out of his saddle bag and slid out of the saddle. he hitched his horse to a small tree and brought the spyglass to his eye. The hard brown nipples on the slender girls titties were clearly visible, less visible under the water but still easy to see through the scope was the tuft of blond pubic hair. 

"Shit, a natural blond!" 

He whispered to him self more than his horse.

He could feel his erection growing and slid his zipper down with with his free hand. He looked around and spotted a branch at the right height to rest the scope and once he got it steady and focused on the girl he pulled his cock out and started stroking the 8 inch, uncut meat. He had always been proud of his huge tool and equally huge nut sack, and was always happy to show it to, or use it on, anyone could. He watched Elaine and stroked his cock until he felt his balls start to pull tight and then stopped, slid his rock hard cock back in his jeans and quickly stowed the scope and mounted his horse. he moved down the mountain as fast as the horse could go without breaking into a run and stopped when he knew he was still about a quarter mile from the lake. He dismounted, tied the reins and stripped off all his clothes. He pulled his boots back on and still sporting a raging hard on started sprinting through the woods.

In just a few minutes he had covered the distance to the edge of the woods and stopped, most of the noise he had made had been from his cock slapping back and forth and the horse in the water was looking right at him, it's ears perked up. He saw the girl roll in the water, dive, exposing her round ass as she did, and when she surfaced she looked toward the horse and then to the woods where his attention was fixed. Jess had slipped behind a tree and was sure she could not see him peeking through the branches. She was in bright sunlight and he was in deep shadows. he doubted even the hose had actually seen him. Elaine kept herself in the water up to her neck as she watched the shore until she convinced herself that it was just a deer coming down for a drink, or perhaps a couger prowling the shoreline from the woods. It never crossed her mind that it might have been another human, because for the 15 years she had been coming here she had only seen a couple small boats. Once when she was swimming on a late Sunday afternoon she turned to see a rowboat close enough that she could make out the faces of the two men in it. She raced to the beach, stuffed her clothes in her bag, leaped on Apache stark naked and hit him hard in the ribs. The fishermen came back to the same spot several times that summer, hoping to see the naked girl again, but Elaine came back several days later during the week and always scanned the lake from the ridge before coming down after that. 

Jess stroked his cock and watched as the girl swam to the horse and led him back out of the water. He had to stop stroking as she emerged from the water, the sight of her wet, naked body would have had him popping a nut in no time. he watched her as she led Apache back to the grass, then went to her blanket and lay down spread eagle, letting the Sun dry her body. Jess slowly walked out of the woods, and when he was about 200 feet from the girl and the horse Apache snorted loudly and Elaine rolled over and looked at where the horse was looking. 

The sight of the huge naked man with a huge hard cock jutting out from his thick pubic hair filled her with terror and she didn't even scream as she jumped up, pulled her shirt in front of her and bolted for her horse. Just as she was about to leap on his back she saw the man leap and he hit her hard, like a football linebacker blitzing the quarterback. She hit the ground hard and he landed on her hard, knocking the wind out of her. Apache reared, and bolted several hundred feet away, stomping and snorting at the commotion.

Elaine gasped for breath and struggled to get the man off her. Just as she thought she might actually get free and rose to her knees the man hit her hard in the gut and she went down again, holding her stomach and again gasping for air. "Well, are you going to stop fighting or do you want me to knock your ass out?" he barked.

"I'd prefer to fuck you while your awake and can enjoy it but I can fuck you while your out cold too, either way I'm going to fuck you sweet heart." 

Elaine slowly sat up, looked at the man and tried not to look at his cock, but he was standing over her and she had to look past his cock to see his face. She started to talk, 

"Please, don't, I won't tell anyone, just let me go..." 

She swung her fist hard at the huge balls, Jess was expecting it and deflected her fist with one hand as the other hand grabbed her by the hair. He pulled her head down hard as he brought his foot up, kicking her in the face hard enough that she saw stars and fell backwards, almost unconscious, but still aware enough to know that she was spread eagle, giving him a full view of her spread pussy. She rolled over, her head still ringing from the kick and spit out some blood, she felt with her tongue, expecting to feel missing teeth but realized he had just split her lip open. She felt his hands on her hips and as he pulled her to her knees she again started pleading with him. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back hard, 

"Shut the fuck up Bitch, all I want to hear from you is screaming as I plow your ass." 

He slammed a hand between her legs and she felt his fingers spreading her cunt, he spit on his cock tip and she felt the huge tip spreading her pussy lips and as he pushed it in she cried in pain and tried to pull away from him, he slammed her head down hard and she saw stars again as her head hit the dirt, and heard herself scream as she felt the massive cock plunge into her. Again he thrust and again she screamed in pain, again he pushed hard and she started to scream but passed out from the pain of having her pussy ripped wide open by his tool. She woke slowly, the pain confusing her until she remembered why she was feeling it, and started sopping, he was pumping in and out of her now, long, savage strokes that rocked her whole body and she thought for a second that she could hear people clapping, but then realized it was the sound of his hips slapping her ass as he fucked her. She tried to think but her head hurt so bad and her pussy was sending molten fire directly to her brain and all she could do was lay face down and grunt as he fucked her. She felt his hand on her belly and then a finger on her clit, he rubbed her hard as he plunged in and out and she could feel herself actually getting wetter as he fucked and fingered her.

"Yea baby, that's it, just lay there and enjoy it." 

He grunted, he slowed his strokes and his finger went from mashing her clit to softly rubbing it, and after a few minutes of this she actually felt her body starting to respond. 

"Oh my God" she thought "I can't be getting horny now!" 

But 19 years of daydreaming about what it would be like to have a real cock inside her instead of her fingers and a few carrots and cucumbers she had fucked herself with flooded her mind and the pain in her pussy started turning into something else. As the pain stopped it allowed her to actually feel his stiff cock sliding in and out, she could feel herself spreading for him as he pushed in and gripping him as he pulled back, soon she heard herself starting to grunt, 

"Uhh, Uhhh, Uhhhhhh,...Oh fuck, I'm going to cum!" 

The thought flooded her mind and she tried to pull away from him, but he held her hips tight and pushed into her to the hilt, she heard him grunt and knew he was cumming, and she felt her own orgasm start, she sobbed and grunted and let her soaking wet pussy surrender itself to the unstoppable pleasure. It rolled up and down her like a train, rocking her body, searing her mind and forcing air from her lungs that came out as obscene grunts of pleasure.

The man pulled his cock out of her and she fell on her side, her body still rocking from the orgasm. Cum flowed from her gaping and gasping pussy and she felt it flow down her ass. She reached down and cupped her cunt, trying to stop it from betraying her, but it was already too late, it had finally had a real cock in it and it had enjoyed it, even if she hadn't. She felt the mans hand pull her head and opened her eyes to see his cock in front of her face. "Clean it off, and if I feel your teeth I'll break your fucking neck!" He forced his cock to her mouth and she tried to clench her teeth, but he gripped her jaw and squeezed hard and forced her jaw open, he managed to shove 6 inches into her face before she gagged hard and he pulled out. She fell over and gagged again then threw up, her stomach still sore from the punch clenched hard and she dry heaved several times. He pulled her head back up as soon as she was breathing again and this time she didn't fight as he slid into her mouth. He only put a couple inches in but it still filled her mouth, and he told her to suck it. She started sucking softly, her split lip being painfully spread by his wide tool. As she sucked the firm, soft, hot flesh her tongue started sliding along the underside and she could feel herself starting to heat up again. 

"Oh, God, NO, I'm not slut!" 

"Oh yes, suck it harder baby!" 

The sound of the mans voice brought her back to reality and she realized that she was actually eagerly sucking on his cock, and started to pull away but he pulled her head back and held her hair hard enough to hurt and she relaxed and sucked and he relaxed and she sucked harder and soon he was letting her suck up and down on him and she was resigned to sucking him and started to enjoy the feeling again and started pushing a little deeper each time until she was taking him all the way back to her tonsils and started to gag. 

"Slow down, honey, slow down and take it real deep." 

He told her, in a calm, soothing voice that actually made her relax a little. All she had heard so far was horse and threatening commands. She thought as she sucked that if she made friends with him he wouldn't kill her. 

"Yea, if I just let him get what he wants and don't make him mad he'll just leave." 

She thought, and started noticing his thrusts small differences, matching his hips with her head and when she heard him moan and slip to the ground she know she was doing it right. 

"Fuck, your a natural born cock sucker, baby, whats your name anyway?"

She thought that strange, but then thought it was good, he'll know me, and won't want to hurt me any more. 

"Elaine" 

She said as she let the cock pop from her mouth.

"That's pretty, like you"

He said as he pulled his head to his and kissed her softly. 

"You ever swallow cum?" he asked, 

"No" she said, surprised at the sexy, husky, almost friendly tone of the single word. 

"Well you swallow every drop and I'll have something real nice for you." 

She ran her hands up his legs, one hand cupped his balls and the other wrapped around his shaft and she started sucking slowly and deliberately. She felt the huge to push on her tonsils and almost gagged but forced it just a little farther. Then on the next try she didn't gag at all and felt it slide an inch down her throat, squeezing tight in the small passage. She felt her pussy starting to tingle and pressed her stiff nipples on the mans leg, feeling the course hair, and on the third push she felt his pubic hair on her nose, felt his cock tip swell and felt his hand on her head, she tried to pull back but he pushed hard and she thought he would suffocate her when he pulled back and she felt the thick cum shoot into her throat. She gagged and tried to pull away and he pulled her back and told her to swallow it. She tried to swallow just as another thick wad spurted out and again she choked and again he told her to swallow it and this time she swallowed hard and just caught her breath as he pushed deep and she felt another stream of cum jet down her throat. Another pulse and he fell backward, his cock pulling out of her mouth with a loud popping sound and her gasping a lungful of air before falling over and throwing up in the grass. She looked over and he was on his back, the glistening pole waving like a tree in the wind, a string of white cum leading down the veined shaft to the thick tuft of hair and a large puddle of cum was slowly running off his belly.

He let her finish puking and then pulled her up and led her naked down to the water. he led her out until the water was just below her pussy and had her hold his shoulders and spread her legs, He tenderly washed her face, then her pussy, and then washed her ass crack. He tried to press a finger into her ass hole but it too tight and she cried in pain so he stopped. 

You ever been fucked before, Ellie?" 

Elaine hated 'Ellie'but just looked up at him and said 

"No, no I hadn't"

"Well, your such a fine little fuck you deserve to find out what a real Man can do for you." 

He took her hand and led her back to the shore and over to the blanket.

"Looks like you were expecting to spend the day here." 

He said as he poked through the food, he took one of the cans of soda, popped the top, took a drink and handed it to her. She took it and sipped at it while her eyes wandered his body, coming to rest on his soft cock and it struck her as funny how small it looked now. She started to laugh and cut it off. 

"What's so funny?" 

He asked as he popped the other soda. 

"Nothing"

"Come on, what is it, I won't hurt you." 

"It looks so small now and it was so huge." 

Even as she said it she hoped it wouldn't make him mad. 




Elaine



"Yea, heh heh, cold water can do that to a guy, especially after two great nut draining cums like that, Your about the best fuck I ever had." 

He grabbed his cock and flipped it back and forth. it made a slapping sound and she actually giggled. 

"He'll wake up again real soon and we can try it again, don't worry."

Jess took the soda from Elaine and told her to lay down. She propped herself on her arm and he pushed her gently onto her back. He slid his hands down her body and spread her legs open, pulling her knees up he lowered his head and she felt him kissing her inner thigh. She felt his finger spread her labia and his tongue slowly entered her slit. He wiggled it like a worm on a hook and it seemed to just keep going in her. He licked around inside her until he could feel her juices starting to flow and her pussy gripping at him. Then he started plunging his tongue like a cock and when she started moving her hips and she put her hands on his head and tried to pull his tongue deeper he started a rapid fire stabbing motion that had her bucking her hips and pulling his hair hard. 

He stopped and she cried "No, please, don't stop" she was amazed to hear her own words but she was so close to having the strongest orgasm ever and then he was sucking her clit and she felt her cunt explode as he pushed two fingers into her. She held his head so tight with her legs he had to pry them apart as her whole body stiffened and she screamed at him 

"Fuck me, Fuck me! Ohh Gooodddd fuck meee please!!!" 

and he got on his knees, cupped the quivering ass cheeks and plunged several inches of hard thick cock into the tight, wet cunt. Another orgasm ravaged her body almost on top of the first, and even more intense as he fucked her contracting hole hard and fast. By the time the third orgasm hit her seconds later right on the heels of the last one he was plunging all 8 inches inside her hard and she was bucking back trying to find even more cock to fill her burning cunt. She fell back, body in spasm, gasping like a fish out of water and rubbing her pussy. Jess watched her for a moment, smiled at the display and grabbed her hips, flipping her in one quick motion onto her knees, pulling her hips hard and plunging the still slick and stone hard cock several inches into her ass.

Her scream was so loud that Apache bolted again and ran for the woods, Jess's horse bolted but stayed to the tree and the entire mountain side exploded with birds fleeing and the sound echoed off the cliff across the lake.

When she woke up, her head coming out of a deep fog, she felt the pain and thought she had fallen off her horse impaled her self on a log, then remembered that she was being raped and tried to pull away but Jess pulled back hard, and she felt his balls swing in and slap her pussy hard as he impaled her ass with all 8 inches. Over and over and faster and faster and faster and suddenly she was humping back and rubbing her sore pussy and grunting like a hog and she felt her self about to orgasm again and then the cock popped out and she felt cum splash on her back, then he plunged back in her hole and she could feel him spurting inside her and she started cumming and squeezed his cock tight in her ass. Cum sprayed out around the tight seal of her ass on his cock and he pulled back slowly, spurting again until the pressure of her ass actually became painful on his shaft then he pulled out and sat down, watching the girl grind her tits on the blanket as her ass winked open and closed pumping out cum with each spasm.

"There Ellie girl, that ought to give you something to dream about for the rest of your life." 

Jess rolled her over, bent down and kissed her, softly and to her own amazement she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him back, like a wanton slut.

"What's your name?" she whispered. 

"Hardon, Hardon is my name 'lanie." 

He kissed her again, thrusting his tongue into her mouth as she opened it and she sucked his tongue like it was a small version of his cock. He stood up stroked his soft cock along her face and let her kiss it and swirl her tongue around under his foreskin and suck the soft tip like a baby sucks a nipple, 

"Damn 'lanie, I almost believe you could coax a fourth load out of my balls if they weren't so sore ." 

He turned and walked slowly off into the woods. She lay on the blanket and watched his ass cheeks until he disappeared into the woods.

Apache was grazing at the wood line and she walked over to him, slowly, still naked, and led him back to the grass by the blanket. Just walking was painful in her ass and pussy and her jaw hurt and her throat was sore and her head was really starting to hurt now and she walked out into the lake, the image of the massive cock in front of her face and the feeling of it spreading her pussy lips dominated her thoughts as she lay on her back and floated, watching the clouds roll slowly across the sky and feeling the Sun on her hard nipples.



Elaine



As Eric rounded the corner, exiting the gate at the airport, he immediately spotted her. Standing off to the side near the wall, she was dressed in a flowing skirt, light blouse, bare legs, sandals and rosy painted toenails. They had only seen each other in pictures, but she was exactly as he imagined. She looked lovely, nervous, but lovely. As he walked toward her, she looked up and caught his eye. A huge smile came over her face, and she moved towards him. He always thought her smile could bring light to a dark room. 

"Oh, Elaine", he said smiling. "It's so good to finally meet you." Elaine's cheeks took on a red hue and she dropped her head. Eric put his hands on her arms and she looked up, her green eyes into his brown ones. He lowered his mouth onto hers for the first time and wrapped his arms around her, as she melted into him. That kiss said more than words ever could. Eric backed her up flat against the wall and asked, "Well?" 

"I promised you I would" she whispered in his ear. Very discretely, Eric's hand went up her skirt, to find as he ordered, her bare pussy waiting for him. He ran is finger up and down her slit and found it wet with excitement. "Oh god," Elaine said breathlessly. "I didn't think you would really do this in the airport." 

Letting her skirt drop into place, he stepped back, smelled his finger and said very seriously, "I told you we would do a lot of things. This is just the beginning." He held his finger to her mouth, and she sucked it clean. He put his arm around her, as they walked to baggage claim, when he came to a realization. "You're not wearing a bra." 

She looked at him, with a slight smile, "Does that please you?" 

"Oh yes, Elena, so very much", he said as he kissed her forehead.

They collected his bag, and made their way to the parking garage and Elaine's car. Closing the trunk, Eric pushed into her saying, "I want your cunt now, slut." She trembled and looked into his eyes, silently begging him to wait. 

However, all she could say was "Yes, Sir." That was all he needed to hear. 

He kissed her on the forehead once more and told her, "Don't worry, slut. I promised you I would wait until we arrived at your cottage. I don't break my word."

During the two hour drive to the lake, the pair chatted as old friends do. "How was the flight from Atlanta and the wait in JFK? She asked. 

"Fine, fine. Did you have any problem getting away alone this weekend?" Eric wanted to know.  "No not at all. I told you, he hates coming to the lake. He hasn't been up there in 20 years." Eric ran his fingers through her blond hair, and played with her earring. Elaine giggled. "Jesus, I can't believe you're here." 

"Why? I told you I would come to meet you. You know I have to fuck you, and do unspeakable things to you", he said softly. 

"I know, but I never really thought you would come all this way", she replied. 

"Elaine. Elena. You know I've wanted you from the first time we messaged. I knew you wanted me. It was inevitable that we should meet." She shivered as he called her Elena. That was her slut name. She really could not wait for the long ride to be over. 

The cabin wasn't visible from the road. Driving up the dirt drive, Eric saw her lake for the first time. It was just as she had described. This was part of her soul. The two unloaded the car. Eric put his things away as Elaine unpacked supplies in the kitchen. She had her back to him as he approached her, reaching around her neck, attaching a thin leather collar.

"Do you have your safe word?" he asked. She simply nodded. "Good. You will need it. Now come with me now, Elaine."

Silently, she followed him down the hall to the bedroom. The first thing she noticed, were the candles he had lit. Their scent was of fresh flowers and clean cotton. Drawing her into his arms, Eric bent to tenderly kiss her lips. Elaine tensed, not sure where this was going. "Don't worry my lady, I told you...the first time I would make sweet love to you."

Eric carefully, gently, removed Elaine's blouse and skirt. She lowered her head as she stood before him, bare as the day she was born. Not proud of the fifty-five year old body, that sagged too much and had too many extra pounds, her eyes welled with tears. Eric quickly stripped off his clothes and pulled her to him. He lifted her chin and said, "Look at me. You're lovely."

With that, he kissed her and led her to the bed. Lying side by side, the lovers kissed, licked, sucked, and explored each other's bodies. His tongue brought her indescribable pleasures. Hers caused his cock to explode. They spent the afternoon hours as lovers do.

As dusk approached, Elaine told him she had to start dinner. Getting up and reaching for a robe from the closet, Eric rose and pulled it out of her hand. "No slut. I want you naked, unless I tell you otherwise." Elena knew what was expected. She had no choice but to do his bidding. She walked to the kitchen and began preparations for the evening meal.  As Elena bent over to reach into the cupboard, she felt Eric grab her hips. Slowly he began to work his fingers into the crack of her ass. She moaned and moved against him. It was a surprise, but also exactly what she knew would happen. She noticed the slick oil on his fingers as he searched for her puckered hole. He pushed her head down lower, at the same time opened her ass cheeks. He massaged and probe with his lubed up fingers. She relaxed as much as she could as she felt the first penetration. Pain coursed through her as he pushed his way past her tight muscle. He moved his finger in and out; deliberate, but not wanting to hurt her. First one, then another, Eric pushed his second finger inside her tight hole. He heard her moans turn from those of discomfort, to those of pleasure. He smiled to himself, as he took the chain from around his neck. Hanging from it was a butt plug. Without ceremony, he removed his two fingers, and plunged the plastic knob into her ass.

"Arghhhh!" Elena gritted her teeth, trying not to complain.

"Stand up straight now, slut", Eric demanded.

"I can't, Sir" she said. Elena struggle to straighten but couldn't. Eric grabbed her shoulders and forced her to stand at attention. Her mouth opened in a silent cry. He covered her open mouth with his own, plunging his tongue in deep. As his kiss continued, he felt her tension ease.

Stepping back, he looked at her. "That's my good slut. Now tell me, what is your safe word?"

"Harbor" she said, tears welling up in her eyes. Eric nodded and walked away, leaving Elena to finish making their dinner. 

When it was time to eat, Elena went into the bedroom to find him reading. "Eric, your dinner is ready."

He looked at her over the top of his glasses and said, "Our dinner is ready, Elaine. Now get dressed." As she turned, he added "But don't remove your plug."

Elaine struggled to get comfortable sitting at the table. She couldn't even taste the food she had prepared, and was relieved to be able to stand and wash the dishes. When she had finished, Eric beckoned her to the sofa, where he pulled her onto his lap and kissed her roughly. "I am pleased so far, my lady", he whispered in her ear. "Now it is time for us to see if you are really ready to begin your training." His cock grew at the knowledge of what was to come. He pushed her up to stand and smacked her hard on the ass. She did not complain. "Good. Come with me now, Elena."

Following him down the hall, Elena began to shiver. Once in the bedroom, Eric motioned to her to remove her clothes. Standing before him, she grimaced as he flicked her hard nipples. He took one in each hand and twisted them, waiting to see if she cried out. Elena remained silent. 

Eric reached up and attached a leash to her collar. He took the other end and secured it to the doorknob, causing Elena to bend at the waist. He reached underneath her and grabbed at her nipples once again. He twisted them harder than he did before, and she hissed. 

Eric opened his slacks and dropped them on the floor. "Suck me, slut" he ordered as he pushed his hard cock in her face. As much as Elena wanted to hold his cock in her hand, and steady it, she understood his order. He said suck, not touch. She opened her mouth and captured his growing member. Eagerly she sucked, using her tongue and bringing him to full hardness. She ran her hot, moist tongue all around the red bulbous head. She moved to lick his shaft from base to tip, stopping at the spot underneath where the head meets the shaft. She relaxed her throat and sucked his length in deeply. 

Eric took time to enjoy the ministrations of her mouth. Damn, she did this so good, he thought, moving his hips and fucking her mouth. 

Suddenly he pulled away and walked behind her. "Brace yourself slut". Elena put her hands against the door, as he spread her ass cheeks. He dropped to his knees and buried his face in her pussy, licking her juices and flicking her clit with his tongue. "My slut is excited" he said, running his tongue up and down. 

As he stood, he abruptly pulled out the plug. Without ceremony, he plunged his cock deep into her wet pussy several times, before lining up with her puckered asshole. Slowly, but deliberately he pushed inside her for the first time. The plug had helped some, but nothing prepared her for his thick, hard cock.

Elena felt light-headed as the pain seared through her body. She gritted her teeth, refusing to make a sound. She knew there would be a penalty for such action. Eric started moving in and out, slowly at first, then increasing his speed and force. He bent over to hold her around the waist with one arm, while his other hand grabbed and pulled at her breasts. Harder and harder, he pushed into her. It was all Elena could do to keep herself braced, and not be forced into the door.

She didn't know when it happened, but at some point the feeling of pain turned into something else all together. She found herself relaxing and pushing against his thick cock, as Eric pushed into her. This was not pain, this was pleasure, and she felt herself begin to enjoy his actions. 

Eric also noticed a change. He stopped pulling at her nipples and brought his hand to her pussy. He pushed two fingers high inside her, and she moaned with pleasure.

"My goodness" he said. "You are a slut, Elena." Her moans urged him on. He now held her by her pussy and pounded her ass relentlessly. He let go of her hip and grabbed her hair. As he pulled her head back, she was almost choked by her collar. He leaned forward and sank his teeth into her back, causing her to cry out, before he finally exploded high inside her. Pushing and pushing, he let her ass milk his cock dry before withdrawing. 

Eric stood up and went into the bathroom, leaving Elena bent over, tied to the door, with his cum dripping out of her distended hole. She clung to the door for support. She heard him turn the shower on, and prayed he would soon release her. 

Moments later, she felt his hands go around her waist. He undid her leash, and helped her to stand. Carefully, he took her into the bathroom and got into the shower with her. He gently soaped her body and took a soft cloth to clean her. She was so tired, it was all so could do to stand. When he was sure she was completely rinsed, he turned off the water and wrapped her in a large towel. She was dazed as he guided her back into the bedroom, gently laid her on the bed, and covered her with a soft blanket. 

Eric turned off the lights and slid in next to her, gathering her into his arms. "Are you okay, Elaine?" he asked.

"Yes Sir", she said in a small, tired voice.

Eric drew Elaine closer and kissed her tenderly, and deeply. He stroked her forehead as her eyes closed. "Sleep now, my lady. Sleep. You were a good slut tonight, but tomorrow is another day. Good night Elaine. Good night Elena."

Eric looked at the woman sleeping beside him. She looked so soft and gentle. He owned her, and she knew it. From the moment he got off the plane, he knew she would do whatever he wished. His cock stirred at the thought.

Elaine's eyes fluttered open. She saw Eric starring at her intently.

"Did you sleep well, my lady?"

"Yes sir, thank you."

He hooked his middle finger under her collar and pulled her face to his. His kiss was sweet and unhurried. Elaine's arms went around him as he drew her close. He could feel her nipples harden against his chest.

"I need you to worship my cock" he whispered.

Without hesitation, Elaine sat up and turned in the bed. She got on her knees and bent over him. Taking his growing manhood in her hand, she began to do what she did so well. 

First she stroked him to hardness, running her hand lightly up and down his shaft. She leaned forward and took him completely into her mouth, moistening his length.

Eric lay back, looking at the sexy, plump ass next to his head. He gently massaged each cheek; round and round, slow lazy circles. This woman didn't just suck cock, she made love to it.

More than anything, Elaine wanted to please him. She pulled back, his cock coming out of her mouth with a pop. She began licking his length, all around the shaft, covering every inch with her tongue. She traced each vein and ran the tip of her tongue around the head, pushing it gently into his slit. She then lifted his balls and began massaging them, with her hand. Eric moaned and gave her ass a squeeze.

She bent over further, to reach his balls with her mouth. As she did, her pussy came into his view. The moment he felt her hot, wet tongue on his balls, he slid his hand down the crack of her ass, and pushed his finger into her cunt hole. Christ, what a slut she was, making him feel so good he thought, as he began to move his finger in and out.

Elaine moaned sending vibrations though his balls. He plunged his finger in further – harder – faster – as he listened to the sound of her wet pussy. Her sweet smell of sex permeated the air and made him salivate. He pulled out of her, growling "Enough!"

She was confused as she came away from his cock. Eric tapped on her leg. "Raise this. I want to get under you", he said, sliding over in the bed. Elaine's pussy straddled his face and he gripped her hips before burying his face in her.

His tongue danced deliciously around her clit, flicking it every so often, sending wild sensations through her body. Elaine bobbed up and down on his thick cock, sucking harder and faster, pushing him further towards the edge.

Eric worked two fingers into her hot, wet hole. He lapped at the juices that seeped out as he fucked her harder with his hand. She was red and swollen, and he could feel her start to tense. Elaine took his balls and started rolling them with her hand, never letting up on his cock. With one last squeeze Eric moaned, his balls tensed and he exploded in her mouth. Elaine captured every drop as he spurted more and more of his creamy, white seed. He was soon rewarded with a flow of female juice. He removed his hand and dug his tongue in deep – drinking from her.

The lovers were at last exhausted. Elaine got off of him and rolled onto her back, panting. Eric turned, also trying to catch his breath, to lay with her.

"Oh my lady, you are going to ruin me for every other woman."

"I hope so Eric", she replied before the two dozed.

The day was filled with hiking and swimming. The lake was still cold, but refreshing after their long walk. Eric was playful; tickling, grabbing and cuddling with her. He cooked steaks on the grill, while Elaine made a salad and opened a bottle of wine. Dinner was perfect out on the deck and the two sat talking and drinking, until the sun set.

The change in Eric was almost immediate. "Elena!" he said sharply. "Get in the bedroom and strip down." He could tell she was frightened, but still she silently rose and went inside. Oh – this was going to be a good night, he thought.

He could see her trembling as she stood naked in the middle of the bedroom. Eric took the lighter out of his pocket and flicked it on. Elena's eyes grew wide with fear. He walked past her to light the candles on the bedside table and dresser.

She stood motionless as he took the time to remove his clothes and fold them neatly. Out of his bag he took a gag.  Not a ball gag, but a bit gag made of rubber that she could move aside to scream out her safe word. He kissed her cheek as he secured her mouth. "Show me you can speak, Elena."  It was a struggle, but eventually she said his name.

"Now lay down on the bed; on your back with your hands above your head, slut."

Eric pulled out three long silk scarves as she did as she was told. Careful not to bind her too tightly, he secured her hands to the headboard, with one of them. He used the other two to tie her spread eagle, her legs bound to the feet of the bed.

He stood over her for a moment – just staring. He could smell her fear, and reached down with both hands to twist her nipples. Tears welled in Elena's eyes, but she remained quiet. Eric wondered how long the silence would last.

He walked over and turned the light off at the switch. As he returned, he grabbed one of the pillar candles from the dresser. The light of the flame flickered as he exhaled slowly. Eric raised the candle high above Elena's prone body. He tilted it and watched as the hot wax fell onto her breasts.

Elena cried out more from fear than from pain. He knew exactly what he was doing. Hot enough to scare her, but not hot enough to burn her. Eric laughed as she struggled against the restraints. It took a couple times of hitting her with the wax before she realized she had not been hurt.

Seeing her visibly relax, Eric set the candle down. He ran his finger between her lips. Just as he thought – she was wet with excitement. "You slut," he said as he took his open hand and smacked her pussy. She only flinched.

"What, not hard enough?" Elena jumped as he hit her harder. Five times his hand came down hard upon her. Tears started falling from her eyes, and he heard her sniff – but still, she said nothing.

Eric bent and whispered in her ear, "Oh Elena my slut, don't cry. I haven't finished yet."

Elena wanted desperately to use her safe word. Her mind screamed 'Harbor!', but she couldn't. She had promised this man she would be a willing slave – that he could do whatever he wished. She couldn't turn back and disappoint him.

Eric returned to his bag and pulled out a few more "toys". Without ceremony, he attached alligator nipple clamps to her breasts. Elena saw white lights as the pain seared through her body. "Arrhhgggggg..." she cried against the bit.

She had her eyes closed, so she never saw it coming. 'CRACK' – Elena felt pain rip across her belly. Her eyes snapped open and a look of terror spread over her face. Eric raised his arm and brought the flogger down on her again, leaving red lines from its tails on her.

Over and over, he whipped her stomach and her breasts, before finally moving to her pussy. In the quiet of the night you could hear the crack of the whip on her flesh, Eric grunting from exertion, and Elena's muffled cries.

Eric was in another place. It was almost like he wasn't aware of what he was doing. It took the silence to snap him out of his daze; when he realized Elena was no longer crying out. He had his hand raised above his head, ready to bring the whip down again, when he saw she had passed out. He dropped the flogger on the floor and bent over her.

Elena was passed out cold. Eric removed the clamps from her nipples and checked her body. It was covered with red lines, but no blood. He went to the bathroom and soaked a large towel with cold water. When he returned, he covered her torso to cool the wounds, undid the restraints and removed her gag.

He knelt on the floor next to the bed, stroking her hair, watching her. After a few minutes, he saw her start to shiver. She moaned in pain, as she opened her eyes. Eric drew her into his arms and spoke to her tenderly.




Elaine



"Why, Elena? Why didn't you use the safe word?"

She began to cry softly, "I wanted you. I told you I would accept whatever you chose to do to me. I couldn't disappoint you."

"My lady, don't you understand? This is not about anger, or rage, or punishment. It's about control and giving up control. It's about trust and respect. It should have been about pain and pleasure. Jesus woman, you could have been truly hurt."

"Eric, please don't be angry with me" she said, shivering more from the cold towel.

"Elaine, I could never be angry with you. You have given me such a great gift."

Eric crawled into the bed, removing her towel and covering her with the sheets. He carefully held her in his arms, kissing her head, her eyes, and her lips. She fell into a deep sleep, emotionally exhausted from her ordeal.

He had already decided there would be no play tomorrow. She had proven herself to be a worthy slut. No – tomorrow he would once again make sweet love to her, before they left. But in his mind he knew, they would play again.



Elaine and Diego



Elaine sat on the side of her raised college bunk bed, its sheets ruffled and its pillows abandoned in odd places both nearby and throughout the room. She had been long awaiting the time when her roommates would leave for their whitewater rafting trip, and finally they had departed earlier that day. When she declined to go with them everyone had just thought she was a shut-in nerdy type with a fear of nature, little did they know what a naughty little grin she had been concealing throughout their conversation.

She had had her eyes on a prize, a romantic stud that had eyes for her for some time. Now that they had a room to themselves they were going wild... and they had been going wild for quite some time.

Elaine sat on the edge of the bed with her hands holding onto the bed above as Diego continued to lavish upon her the same kind of tender yet potent attentions that had been driving her crazy all that night.

After exploring the room and various positions throughout the two lovers had shifted back down a gear, and now the two where kissing passionately, Diego's tongue caressing Elaine's just as his hands had caressed her body all through the night.

Her lover's hand left her face slowly, fingers caressing her check even as they drifted away. In the midst of deeply kissing her love, Elaine could not see where the hand was moving to... but she could well guess. 

And she was correct. Within seconds she felt the back of her lover's fingers moving along the inside of her leg with graceful passion, and she could hardly wait for them to reach their destination.

Once more she plunged her tongue deeply into her lover's mouth and stroked the side of his tongue, which returned her attentions with the same skilled sensuality which drove his hands. As their tongues pulled back, Diego's lips softly captured Elaine's lower lip and she felt his warm breath wash over her chin.

Elaine finally felt a welcome sensation upon her other lips as Diego's fingers tenderly stroked the space between them, slowly parting them more and more and with each stroke ending closer to her clitoris. 

Her lover's other hand cupped one of her breasts and manipulated it in different ways, occasionally using a thumb or a finger to stimulate her teat.

Breathing heavily as the waves of lust washed over her, Elaine tilted her head back and grabbed her lover's back, pulling his body a bit closer to hers. Diego began kissing down the front of her neck, then of to the side of it, then down to the nape where he kissed her and nibbled slightly. Squeezing her breast lovingly with one hand and moving his other hand to press his palm into the small of her back, Elaine loved the way he was holding her, yet she felt her body hunger for even more attention.

She was given the best of both worlds, for she once again felt a warm presence between her legs and a pressure against her lower lips, this time not from Diego's fingers but from his penis, which pressed lightly against her.

Elaine licked her lips with passion as she felt him slowly part her vaginal lips, sliding between them with ease from the lubrication of their previous activities that night. Then as he met her entrance his momentum increased and he slid deeply within her, his hot flesh gliding across hers, thrusting slowly until his entire length was inside of her.

One of his hands stopped manipulating her breast and went to her stomach, and while his other hand pressed against the small of her back, the one on her stomach moved upwards, caressing her abdomen and moving between her breasts. It circled over the top of one of her breasts before heading down again towards her waist, where the hand on Elaine's back left its position to join it. 

Elaine bent her head forward again and kissed her lover lustfully, at which point one of Diego's hands left her waist to hold her cheek in a soft embrace and guide her lips to his. After a few moments the hand returned to the side of her waist, where both of Diego's hands moved up the sides of Elaine's body, pressing deeply against her skin. His hands moved onto her chest where each one took a full breast in its grip and began to rhythmically squeeze. Elaine let out a small, sweet moan of pleasure as she put her hands upon her lover's, putting her fingers in the valleys between his as he massaged her. She was absorbed in the sensations and emotions that washed over her, feeling her lover's experienced touch as he lay within her, filling the need between her legs while drawing her attentions to the actions of his hands. The feeling of his warmth within her served as both a means of heightening the experience of his embrace and as a silent promise of what was to come, further increasing her excitement with the ever-present sense of anticipation for what would come next.

Not that Elaine didn't feel absorbed in each moment, for over the precious little time that they had known each other Diego had come to learn much about her desires, about the way she loved to be touched, and of her particular fantasies, like seeds in her mind, from which so much of her desire sprouted forth.



Elaine and James



This story contains a lot of dialogue and not every page is filled with wall to wall sex. If that is what you want then I suggest you read something else more to your liking. I will point out that James is a totally fictional character although I speak of the various ailments that beset the older male from personal experience. I apologise now for the fact that it is written in United kingdom English, and the spelling reflects that. This is not to deprecate North American English or spelling, in any way. More people speak North American English than the version spoken in these Isles. So where is the future? Comment and feedback is welcome, but may I say that if you choose anonymity my personal feeling is that your comment loses any value it may have contained. 

CHAPTER ONE A casual brush with Elaine

I thought I was being very stupid when I decided to join the Health Club. After all how ridiculous will a sixty-seven year old guy look in there amongst all those young and trim bodies? My brain for once ruled my heart and overcoming my perceived embarrassment, I joined.

It was my habit to get there about eight-thirty in the morning. Hoping that there wouldn't be too many there. I mean I didn't want to look like a sad old bugger amongst all these fresh vibrant bodies. Hope was in vain, as there was usually a good attendance of others. Surprisingly they were not all young and trim bodies, I still reckoned I had ten years on pretty well all of them, but I did see some that looked as if they really needed the exercise. Aside from my belly I looked quite good compared to some. The other aspect that astonished me was that the females outnumbered the men by about five to one. Having started on the routine suggested by the manager of the club, I just got on with it. It surprised me how little conversation could be heard amongst all these people working out, after a while that was no longer remarkable as I certainly had no breath left for conversation. Gradually I overcame my reservations about being there. I got left alone to get on with my routine, apart from the manager who would come and check that I was comfortable from time to time, and that suited me.

I had been using the place for a few weeks and I actually started to enjoy it. I was getting frustrated though as the belly, from my viewpoint looking down, did not seem to be getting any smaller. Mark, the manager, did comment a couple of times that I was starting to look quite trim, but being a cynic I placed that comment in the category of making the customer feel good. My confidence took a huge leap when on the treadmill one day. I was power-walking and really enjoying the exercise, when this woman, I should say mid-forties, stepped on to the next machine. You pay little attention, as you are so engrossed in your own exertions. I suddenly realised that she couldn't start. I stopped and leaned over.

'Give the quick-start button, there, a firm press.' I pointed out the control to use. She did that and looked over and gave me a grin.

'Thanks.' No more was said, it wasn't the place for conversation, and we both got on with our routines.

Perspiration was dripping from me when I decided that I had worked enough for the session. Letting the treadmill slow down to stop I took a long drink of water, then mopped my brow. Just then I heard a cry of alarm from the lady. The machine had suddenly speeded up, and she could not cope with the pace. I leaned over and pushed the emergency stop button.

'Oh thank you, I had visions of flying off the back.'

'I have finished now, why don't you use this, and I will tell the guy at the desk when I leave that that one is playing up.' She nodded and transferred to the machine I had just vacated. I was walking away, when I heard.

'See you.' I turned and raised my hand.

'Yes, ok.'

I saw this lady quite a few times, and there was always a hand wave and a quick greeting. She was quite small, I should say about five foot two, and although slim, had an attractive bust and nicely curved hips. Dark hair, cut short and good features, which always appeared ready to smile. Occasionally we would be working the same machines side by side, and an innocuous comment or two would be passed. To be honest I thought that this would be the extent of our acquaintance. After all I hadn't joined to find a woman, and I suspected that most down there were not on a quest either. But strange things happen.

It must have been something like three months since her incident on the treadmill when our friendship started. She had finished her work-out before me, and it could have been some twenty minutes later that I left the Club. I walked out into one of those early Spring mornings. It was warm and there was bright sunshine to cheer. She was standing outside with her cell phone, walking around and holding it out in various areas. The other thing that made me look was that she had obviously showered and dressed. Not the normal tracksuit and trainers that one would expect, but smart grey Jacket, over a patterned dress, and high heels. She looked very attractive, apart from the look of frustrated anger on her face.

'Got a problem?' I asked.

'I'm trying to call a taxi, but either this phone is on the blink, or there is no signal here.'

'Where do you want to go?'

'I have to get to Anderton. I have an interview at ten-thirty.' Anderton was only about eleven miles away, a larger town than ours.

'Well, I can give you a lift if you want.'

'Are you sure?'

'Yes of course. It's no trouble. Come on, I am parked round the side.'

There were a number of cars parked there, and as we approached I just flipped the open button on the key-fob. She noticed which car acknowledged the impulse with a flash of the indicators.

'A Mercedes! Is that yours?'

'Yes. It was a present from me to me when I retired, after all those years of driving Company cars.' I walked round to the passenger door and opened it for her. She seemed a little taken aback at this action, but got in. I went round and got in myself. Before starting the engine, I turned in the seat and held out me hand.

'James.' She smiled and took my hand to shake.

'Elaine.' 

There were no need for directions at first, I was very familiar with the road to Anderton.

'Wow! I have never been in a Mercedes before. Oh if only my friends could see me.' then she stopped abruptly. 'It's probably better that they didn't see me at this time.' That seemed to me to be a strange thing to say.

'Why's that, Elaine?' There was no answer for a couple of minutes, and I could feel her looking at me as if coming to a decision.

'I suppose I should tell you the truth. I am not going for an interview. I am going to meet my Lover. Do you want to stop the car having heard that?'

'I am only giving you a lift. It's none of my concern.' We drove in silence for a while.

'I suppose you think badly of me now.' I shook my head.

'Why should I do that? Apart from the Club, I know nothing about you, or your circumstances. I assume you are or have been married, as you wear a ring, but you could be separated, or widowed. Without that sort of background I have no right to come to any conclusions about you. That's if I would anyway.' I turned the question around.

'Do you think you are a bad person then?' That gave her something to think about.

'I don't really know.' I laughed without humour.

'I don't condemn or approve, as I said I know little about you, but can I suggest that if you don't know if you are behaving badly or not, then you ought to give it some thought. I suspect from what you have said that you are married. Else you would probably have no doubts.' She changed the subject.

'Did you say you were retired?'

'Yes. Retired, single and growing old disgracefully.' She laughed at that.

'I'll bet. Early retirement of course.'

'No, I worked until I was sixty-five.' Elaine looked astonished.

'Well how old are you then?'

'I have been retired for two years.' The next words gave me one of the greatest boosts for some time.

'Good grief, I would have put you about fifty-five, fifty-eight at most.'

'Nice of you to say that, but I can assure you that whatever age I look, inside I am definitely sixty-seven.'

We had arrived in Anderton. 

'You had better give me directions from here, unless you would prefer me not to drop you off wherever you are meeting your lover.' She gave me directions and I could see we were heading towards a Hilton Hotel.

'You are meeting him here?'

'Yes.'

'Do you want me to drop you now?'

'No. If you don't mind drive into the car park. If he sees us he is not going to say anything to my husband, and it might make him think he has competition.'

'Whatever you want.' I drove towards the entrance, and instead of going to the parking area, stopped outside the entrance.

'Stay here.' She looked at me as I got out and walked round to her door. A smile came to her face as she realised what I was going to do. I opened the door and held out my hand to assist her out of the car. Her face lit up brilliantly, and she alighted perfectly. One leg first allowing me a glimpse of stocking top, then the other. She brushed down her skirt and turned to me.

'Thank you James.' Leaning over she gave me a peck on the cheek and whispered.

'See you in a couple of days at the Club.' Then she was gone.

I drove away, envying the lucky bugger who ever he was. I had always thought of this woman who I occasionally saw in the club, as attractive. But now I had seen her dressed up, she looked really lovely. For a man of my age more mature women have greater appeal. Ok I look at the young bodies in the club, girls who are in their twenties of thirties I appreciate them but there is no desire in me, I know they are unobtainable. But someone of Elaine's age? Now that is different, because there is a possibility that she could be attainable. 

CHAPTER TWO Talking with Elaine

I didn't see Elaine for a week. I was working and perspiring on the cycle machine, when she got on the machine next to me. I didn't realise it was her until I heard a cheery. 

'Good Morning, James.' I turned my head and returned her greeting.

'Hi, Elaine. You ok?' She got on with warming up, and I carried on sweating. I went on to do my routine, the Rowing machine, then the Treadmill, and finally the Cross-trainer, which would really finish me off, literally, if I overdid it. I waved at her as I went to the changing room, but she called me over.

'I won't be long now. Could you wait? I would like to have a chat.' That was not a problem, I had no urgent appointments until next week. That's how it is when you are retired. There is little that cannot be left until the next day or the day after tomorrow.

'I'll be in the lounge.' She smiled a thank you and carried on working out.

She joined me after about twenty minutes. 

'Can we have some coffee? She suggested.

'Yes sure. How do you like your coffee? I'll go to the machine and get some.' She shook her head.

'No not here.'

'Well we could go to Costa's in town if you like.' She looked unhappy with that as well.

'Well.' She drew the word out. I think I understood her reluctance.

'Somebody could see us.' She nodded. Then asked.

'Do you think we could go to your place?' I was quite surprised for a moment.

'Well yes, I have no objection, if you don't. Let's go.' We went out to the car. I again held the door open for her, and there was just a slight hint of surprise as I did. 

'Do you always do that?'

'What?'

'Hold the door.' I grinned.

'Only for lovely ladies.'

'Oh yes, just so you can get a glimpse of leg.' I laughed.

'Well that is one of the perks. But it's just the way I was brought up. It's a generation thing. Does it embarrass you?'

'No. It's never happened to me before. Actually I quite like it, it feels,' she searched for the right word or words, 'considerate and protective. It seems respectful. I like that.'

I turned into my Avenue, and parked on the hard-standing outside my house. She opened the car door, but I pulled it right open and held out my hand.

'You are spoiling me. I could get used to this.' I smiled.

'All part of the service, Madam. Come this way.' I heard her say something very softly, under her breath. Now my hearing is not that good; another one of those age things; but I was sure she muttered something to the effect that 'coming any way would be good.' Perhaps it was my imagination. She followed me into the lounge, and I went straight through and opened the door to the Conservatory. 

'Sit yourself down.' I waved to one of the Wicker chairs.' How do you like your Coffee?'

'Oh, no sugar and just a little milk, please.'

'Cup or a mug?'

'I am not posh, a mug please.' I got the kettle on and put out the mugs. I could see through into the Conservatory from the kitchen, and Elaine had walked to the window and was looking out at the garden.

'Nice garden.' I heard her call. I didn't reply until I took the coffee in. With my hearing problem I can't have conversations unless I am close to the other person.

'Well, I like it.' I replied. The garden was a minimum maintenance plot. A large Patio, and then rocks and gravel to give a Japanese feel to the area. She turned to me.

'You like gardening?'

'I like to enjoy the garden, not to work in it. So that's why it is as you see it.' I put the coffees down on a little table. They both looked the same as I only took a little milk.

'That one is yours. I take a spoonful of sugar.' She picked up the mug and sipped. I waited. Elaine had suggested this meet, and I was happy to make small talk until she could get to the reason.

She looked at a couple of framed photographs I had on the window sill.

'Are these relatives?' I was amused as she was avoiding the topic she really wanted to talk about.

'Yes, that's my daughter, Sarah, and that is my grandson, Will.'

'How old is your daughter?'

'Forty-four.' She looked embarrassed.

'I am only four years older than her.' She sat down again and sipped the coffee. Then she seemed to straighten her shoulders. Ah, I thought, she is going to open the real conversation.

'It was the first time you know.'

'I didn't know, but as I said at the time, I am not condemning you. We all have our reasons. I have had my moments as well.' She looked at me.

'You mean you were unfaithful as well.'

'Yes I was. That resulted eventually in my divorce. Afterwards I became the other man on more than one occasion. So I can see it from another perspective.'

'My husband has been cheating for years.'

'So what you did was a little of balancing the equation.'

'I didn't think of it as that, but yes, I suppose I was getting a bit of my own back.' I remained silent, allowing her to go on, as I suspected she had more to say.

'I wanted to know what it was like. Brian had not had sex with me for months. I wanted someone who would want me.' She had finished her coffee, so I asked if she would like another, or perhaps a glass of wine.

'Some wine would be great.'

I had a bottle of Chardonnay in the fridge, and poured two glasses. I brought the bottle as I went back to the Conservatory.

'Did it fulfil you?' She shook her head.

'No. It was just the same as if my Husband was fucking me.' She stopped and looked guilty.

'I am sorry, I shouldn't use that word.' I smiled.

'Elaine, I have heard the word before, and used it myself, so you didn't shock me.' I paused, then went on. 'I noticed that you said fucking rather than making love. Why?' Elaine looked confused.

'I don't understand you. They're the same aren't they?'

'Oh no, they are not.' Confusion now ruled her face. So I clarified.

'Fucking is that action. Making love is the event.' I could still see the uncertainty she felt, so I went further.

'Long before you get naked, and into bed, when you first start the kissing and caressing that you know will lead to bed. That is the start of making love. When you are both satiated and you lay there holding each other close, that is the end of making love. When you are actually joined physically, that is fucking.' I stopped there and let her think about that.

'So what would you say about a kiss or two, and copping a feel of my tit, then getting my knickers down and putting his cock in me until he came?'

'Abysmal! Certainly not making love. Fucking, yes. But a very one-sided fuck. Did you enjoy it?' That question was a little superfluous as I knew from what Elaine said before that in all probability she had been left unsatisfied. Her face said it as well. 

'Well at least he took you to the Hilton.' she was shaking her head.

'For coffee, yes. But afterwards he took me to a small flat, he had borrowed from a friend.'

She shook her head sadly, and I could see moisture in her eyes. I picked up the wine and poured her another glass. I had drunk little as I was aware that at some time I would be driving Elaine back to wherever. She took the re-filled glass and drank deeply. Then shocked me to the core.

'I don't know what I do wrong.' I couldn't believe it. Her husband and by her account her lover had no concern for her and her feelings, and she thought that she was doing something wrong. I did not account myself a skilled lover by any means. I was not blessed with anything more than average equipment, but I had learned that fingers, tongue and particularly words, were the tools that any man could use to satisfy his lover. Men's arousal was mainly visual, their lover undressing or allowing him to undress her. Women were cerebral and wanted words that told them lovingly how they excited the man, how beautiful their bodies were, gentle caresses that brought them slowly to the point where they wanted to be undressed and have this man lie naked with her. I couldn't believe that this lovely woman would be treated this way.

'Did you have an orgasm?'

'No.'

'You must at some time have had one.'

'Yes, but usually I would finger myself. But I had to be careful. If Brian knew I was doing that he would get angry with me for thinking that he was not enough.' Bloody Hell!

'Would he not suck you?'

'Oh yes. He would suck my nipples a little.'

'He would suck your nipples. What about your pussy?' She looked at me sharply.

'Do you do that?' She said in astonishment. I knew the answer to my question.

'I love doing that. It's one of the greatest pleasures of making love.' She was astonished.

'I thought that Lesbians were the only ones who did that. Well that was what Brian said.'

'Does he expect you to suck his cock?'

'Yes. But only until he is ready.'

'Homosexual men do that.' It was cheap point I know, but I said it to try and put Brian's views where they belong, in the dustbin.

I was getting so sad as all this history came out. Here was this lovely lady whose attitude to sex was plainly influenced by an imbecile of a husband. She should be shown that her body was capable of great overwhelming pleasure. Oh I wasn't thinking of myself as the candidate. I was certain that the difference in our ages would not allow Elaine to consider me as a lover. Besides I was sure I would be a disappointment to her. I now suffered another problem brought on by age. Erectile Dysfunction. The little pill, in my case Cialis, would help, but the side effects were very uncomfortable. I would only take one of those when the lady in question was really special. I decided to correct the damage done by her husband.

'Well if Lesbians do that and achieve great satisfaction from Cunnilingus, why would it be any different if it were a man doing it for you?'

'Well if you put it that way, I suppose none.' She looked at me in surprise. 'You said that you get great pleasure from it.' I nodded.

'Yes I do. The pleasure we give when making love is the pleasure that is returned to us. I lay there, between my lovers thighs and look up and see the pleasure I am giving. I can also hear the pleasure from her sighs, moans, and encouragement. I can hear her reactions until she gets close to Cumming then her thighs can clamp so firmly against my ears that no sound can get through. It's an exquisite form of sensory deprivation. But I can tell from the quivering and shaking that I am giving her so much pleasure. There is also a mental positive to it. Here is this lady, who trusts me so much that she will allow me an intimate access to her precious womanhood when with my teeth I could inflict so much pain. That is a gift beyond compare.' Elaine took up her glass, but she had finished the wine without realising. I got the bottle and poured some more. She nodded and smiled her thanks.




Elaine and James



'Is this something that every man does?' I didn't want to tell her outright that her husband and lover were useless. After all Brian especially was still her husband and she may jump in angrily to defend him. Subtlety was required.

'No, it is not. You have to remember that there is no school for lovemaking. We all of us unless we are very inventive can only use our experience to learn. I was useless when I was married. But during those nineteen years I began to understand that something was missing. I had an affair with a wonderful lady who was also a good teacher, she encouraged me and showed me how to pleasure her so I learned. First of all the value of taking time. That is most important, then how to suck a pussy. That was also important, because when you give all that pleasure your partner is more inclined to open up. Allowing your lover those climaxes before you enter her means that how ever long a man lasts, you are not leaving her unsatisfied. From that point on you are going to allow new experiences into your loving, for the benefit of both of you. Again it comes back to what you give, you get in return. If I hadn't met this lady, I would probably still be a poor lover. I don't claim to be a good one, but I have managed to please a number of lovely ladies, those memories I treasure.'

'What other new experiences?'

'Do you want to know? It might upset you.'

'Yes tell me.'

'Well, there's sixty-nine, anal.' I didn't get any further.

'Anal!'

'Yes. If both want that, and it is done properly, then there is a lot of pleasure to both.'

'That's what queers do!' Another of Brian's prejudices.

'Yes, they do. But it doesn't follow that because they do it, it is out of bounds to a loving couple. If Gays get pleasure from it, why should heterosexual couples not get the pleasure as well. It's the same as cunnilingus.'

I looked at my watch, the time was getting on.

'Elaine, I am going to get some lunch soon, do you want to have something to eat? I realised that there was a double meaning there but that was not my intention. Thankfully she didn't see it. She too looked at her watch.

'Oh Lord, I shall have to get off, I have some shopping to do.' She looked up at me. 'Do you think you could drop me back into Town?' 

'Yes, no problem.' I dropped her off in a large car park behind the shopping centre. She waved goodbye and dashed off between the parked cars. I drove back to my home.

CHAPTER THREE Talking some more 

I now saw Elaine pretty well every time I went to the Health Club. We said our hello's, asking after each other's health and worked out, apart from a smile that was all the contact we had. Until a couple of weeks had gone by. She came up to me as I was getting my adrenalin pumping on the treadmill.

'Do you think we could have another coffee?' She asked.

'Of course.' I answered. 'Shall I see you outside in twenty?'

'Great. I'll be there.'

It was a good feeling driving with Elaine. She was much more relaxed with me, and rather than sit upright in the seat, slouched sideways a little so she could talk easily. When we got to my home she went straight through to the conservatory and stood looking out at the garden. I called to her.

'Coffee or wine?'

'Wine please, James.' I got the bottle, collected two glasses and took them through to the conservatory. She shocked me rigid with her statement.

'My husband has left me.' My first thought; as I suppose would be the thought any man who met a married woman in private; was that somehow or other that he had discovered our meeting. Elaine then squashed that worry completely.

'He has been seeing this other woman for some time, now it would appear that he is moving into her home. Bastard!' she didn't seem as upset as you would imagine a woman would be with this situation. I was worried about her anyway.

'Are you going to be alright. I mean about somewhere to live and support?'

'Oh, that's ok. It's my house. It was left to me by my grandmother. I shall have to find myself a job though, but I have some savings so I will be able to manage for a while.' she paused and looked at me. 'I could always move in with you.' She grinned as she said it, knowing it was a joke. I followed up.

'Yes, well I do need someone to do all the cleaning and washing.' She laughed. I liked to hear Elaine laugh. She picked up her glass, and raised it in a toast.

'Well, here's to a new life.' I did the same.

'I hope it brings you the fulfilment you deserve.'

She looked at me as if she was trying to look into my mind.

'I enjoyed our talk the other week. You were talking to me, not at my body. You listened to what I said, and seemed to pick up on things I didn't actually say, but were there in my mind. Would you mind if I asked more questions?'

'Not at all, if I can answer them I shall.' She said nothing for a few moments, obviously trying to get her thoughts sorted.

'When you made love to your lover. How did you start?' I wasn't expecting that question. But the truth was easy.

'Very badly at first. After nineteen years of marriage and a child, I was still very inexperienced. I did try to go down on my wife, but she was of the same school of thought as your Brian. That was not something that a man would do to a woman. It was dirty. So when I met my lady I was a very poor lover. Looking back on it now, I am surprised she stayed with me. She was patient though, and coaxed me into things that I had never thought about. One lesson that stood out in my mind was never rush.' My memories came back to me with pleasure, and for a while I lost the reason for my starting to tell Elaine about it. Then I got my head together again. But before I could say anything Elaine interrupted.

'You must have loved her. I could see by your face that the memories are good.' I smiled.

'Yes, they are good. I loved her then and I have carried that love for twenty-five years, after we parted. It will never go away, but sits in a special corner of my mind.' Elaine had moisture in her eyes as she said.

'I wish someone could love me that much.'

I leaned across and put my hand on hers.

'Elaine, I am sure that you must have been loved by someone like that. Even Brian must have loved you at one time.' She looked sad and shook her head.

'No, I don't think so, but to tell the truth I doubt that I ever loved him that much.' She looked up at me. 'We grew up together in Barsfield. We always went around together as children, and later as teenagers. When my grandmother left me the house here, there seemed no reason for not getting married. After twenty years together you don't question your feelings, and then it suddenly hits you. I wasn't happy and neither was Brian. But we had got into the habit so there we stayed' I knew this feeling, after all didn't I exist in the same situation?

'I know how you are feeling, but I managed to change my life, not without hurting someone though. That happened almost forty years ago, so don't give up hope.' 

I sat back and drank some wine. Getting my thoughts together. I realised hadn't actually answered her question yet.

'Every time is different, the reason for making love varies tremendously, so how you go about it varies as well. The worst thing that can happen is that it becomes a routine, same time, same place, same actions that is when boredom sets in.' Elaine was bursting to say something, and I knew what she was going to say.

'That's what it was like. Always Saturday nights!' It was not a surprise to me. So I painted the other side of the picture. 

'Loving has to be spontaneous, and exciting, and sometimes a little dangerous. Sometimes we need it to be fast and even a little rough. Other times it has to be very slow and sensual. I prefer that. I liked to give my lovers a massage. It is very relaxing for both. But the real benefit of it is that very gradually a massage can turn from relaxing to exciting, as the touch moves from muscles to erogenous zones. It is best when you use scented oils. Sandalwood is best, but unfortunately you can't use it all the time.'

'Why?'

'The fragrance lingers, and will not shower off immediately. You can't have your lover going home to a husband who would notice that aroma. The other thing about Sandalwood is that it is a unisex fragrance, it's not out of place on men as well as women. A massage given with the hands is good to start, but when the senses are heightened, using the whole body is bloody marvellous. Slipping around each other's body, sharing the oil and the scent.'

'James, I am thinking that I have missed so much in my life.' I shook my head.

'No, Elaine. I was in my forties before I discovered my sensuality. Men go off quickly as they age, women keep their drives well into their older years. You have time on your side, and you will find the man or men to have the sex-life you deserve. Believe me.' I could see that Elaine was not sure about that, but I was confident that she would. Making yourself open to new experiences was the first step, and not letting your inhibitions hold you back. 

'Could I use your bathroom?' 

'Yes, of course. Up the stairs and turn left at the top. Would you like a coffee to go with that wine?'

'That's a good idea, then I won't be squiffy for the rest of the day.'

I set to, making coffee. The kettle had boiled and I was stirring the cups when Elaine came down. She was laughing. 

'How many towels do you need in your bathroom? I grinned back at her.

'Well I use two as a rule, but I like the look of the various coloured towels around. Bathrooms in houses like this can be cheerless places, so I brighten it up.' She was smiling still.

'And you have two towelling robes up there. Is that for any special reason?' She was digging now.

'Perhaps.' Was all I would say, let her think what she liked.

'You are not going to tell me, are you?'

'Possibly, sometime.'

'Bastard!' She said, not with acrimony, but laughingly. We picked up the coffee and went back to the conservatory.

'You have a nice house. Mine is not as big as this, just two up and two down. I love this conservatory, it's so bright and cheerful. Have you been here long?'

'About eighteen years.'

'Did you move here after your divorce?'

'No, that was twenty-five years ago. I had another relationship for about four years. It was a disaster. When that ended I needed somewhere else to live, and found this. It's big enough for me, without loads of space I would never use. The conservatory was another present to myself when I retired.' She looked at her watch then.

'I shall have to finish this coffee and be on my way. Do you think you could drop me in town?' She hesitated for a moment. 'Can I ask one thing more before I go.'

'No problem.'

'When you were talking about the being spontaneous, you also said dangerous. What did you mean by that?' This brought a smile to my face. I knew the answer would probably shock Elaine.

'Making love outside, where there is a possibility of being discovered.'

'You're joking!'

'No.'

'How? Where?'

'Well obviously not in the street. But out in the countryside. Go for a walk, and if the mood takes you find somewhere quiet, and make love. That's spontaneity. It's a message between two lovers that their desire for each other can overwhelm common sense.'

'And you have done that?'

'Yes, on more than one occasion.'

'But where?'

'Anderton Forest for a start. I was with my lady and we took a picnic to spend the day in peace and quiet. The setting seemed so conducive we started kissing and one thing lead to another. Eventually we were naked and...well you can picture the rest.'

'But you could have been seen.'

'We were. My lady told me after that one of the foresters walked by, about fifty yards away. He saw us, and she saw him. It excited her.' I could see by Elaine's expression that this was something that her first instinct would be never be able to contemplate, but at the same time there was a little shiver of excitement.

'What was her name?'

'Ann.'

'Why did you split?'

'I left my wife for her, but she felt that she couldn't leave her family. She wanted to continue, but I felt that having made that decision, it would be unfair on her to go on.'

'And you never saw her again?'

'No. It wouldn't have changed anything. We had our moment. When it has slipped away, it's best to leave it in the past.'

'James, it has been another great chat. Can I be a real nuisance and come again?' 

'Any time. I like the company, and you are good for my ego.'

'Why's that?'

'Well, it's not often that I get a visit from an attractive lady, so you give me a boost when you say you enjoy the time.'

'Am I an attractive lady?' I laughed at that.

'Put your rod and line away, no need for fishing.' Elaine laughed delightedly. I liked to hear that.

Just as we were leaving Elaine stretched up and kissed me. Just a quick kiss, but on the mouth.

'Thanks, James.'

CHAPTER FOUR Elaine gets a Kiss.

This whole thing felt somewhat strange to me. After all our age difference would put any close friendship out of bounds. Yet without realising it Elaine was starting to flirt, and I was responding. Was I in a most subtle way trying to seduce her? I didn't think so, but just acted on impulse whenever the circumstances dictated. Perhaps I should be a little more distant when next we met, or should I say if we met.

We did meet. A couple of days later Elaine asked me if we could have coffee again. I decided to make a little difficulty, just to see how interested she was.

'Sorry Elaine, I am going out today. If tomorrow or the next day suit, I would be happy to see you.' Did my eyes see a glimpse of disappointment in her face? I don't know as she seemed to accept. Perhaps that was wishful thinking. She thought and then said.

'Tomorrow then?'

'Yes. That's fine.'

It hadn't been my intention to go the club that day, but went along anyway. If I hadn't been there Elaine may have thought I was standing her up. Now that was another strange thought, I hadn't stood any girl up in over fifty years. I didn't see Elaine in the gym, but she was waiting for me in the lounge when I had finished my session. She was in her blazer and another patterned dress, bright yellow this time. She came to me as I came through and linked her arm through mine.

'Careful, Elaine. People will talk you know.'

'Do you mind?'

'No I don't mind, as I said last time you are good for my image. But you could mind.' 

'They can think what they like. I enjoy your company.' That seemed to settle it.

When we got to my place I told her that I was going to have a shower and change out of my sweats.

'You are dressed very elegantly, and I am a scruff.' Elaine seemed pleased by my comment and then made the usual comments about my sweats not mattering, but she didn't sound too convincing. I quickly showered, shaved and dressed. A Pair of black slacks, and a cream dress shirt. Black socks and a pair of black moccasins saw me sorted. I came down to find that she had made the coffee, and was sitting in the conservatory. Elaine had taken off the blazer, and looked damn good. The dress had spaghetti straps, and her shoulders were enticing.

'Wow.' I said. She smiled and looked at me.

'Wow yourself. It's so good to see a man dressed nicely.'

'Thank you lovely lady. As we are both dressed so well, would you like to go out to lunch today? Unless you have something else that you need to do later.' After some thought she declined.

'Much as I would like to, may we just stay here and chat?' I shrugged my shoulders.

'Whatever you want. Let's just take a rain check on the lunch, as our American cousins would say, perhaps some other time.' I paused here not certain that I should say the next words. 'Or perhaps you might like Dinner at a restaurant one evening.

'Are you asking me out on a date? James.'

'Well we would have to make a date to do that, but it wasn't my idea that it would be a Date, date. Just a couple of friends going out for a meal. Or more probably a father entertaining his daughter.' Elaine smiled with pleasure.

'I would like that, James. But I will insist on paying half of the bill. And I don't think of you as a father figure either.' That gave me a lot of pleasure.

'Whatever you like, Elaine. I wouldn't embarrass you by making a fuss about it.'

'Oh I know you will never embarrass me. You are too much of a gentleman to do that. I haven't been out with a gentleman before. I think I shall like it.'

'We are not going out. Just two friends enjoying an evening meal together.'

We relaxed together, talking of many things. I could not recall half the conversation, it covered so many topics. I have often found that. Memory does not file the subjects of a conversation, unless there is a specific reason. One of the reasons I couldn't remember was the sight of Elaine looking so lovely across the room. She laughed and then got serious. She was animated at times and pensive at others. Whatever her mood, she was worth listening to. We didn't touch on the subject of sexual relations at all. This was more about building a friendship. Just before we got up for me to take her back to the town, she turned to me.

'James. I have never had such a chat before. No man has ever been so interested in my thoughts and opinions. Sitting here with you, I have become a person. Thank you very much.'

'Don't thank me, Elaine. There has to be two taking part in order for a conversation to happen. I should thank you for being an equal part in the dialogue.' She looked happy.

'Well, whatever I enjoyed it, and you didn't look at my tits once!' I laughed with a touch of shame. I had looked at her breasts, but very surreptitiously.

'They are breasts, Elaine. Breasts. Very beautiful ones I have to say, but never tits, except under special circumstances.' The compliment brought a blush to her face, and a smile.

'Thank you for the compliment, James. It was lovely.' She then looked archly at me from under her eyebrows. 'So you did look then.' I smiled like a schoolboy caught with his hand in the biscuit jar.

'Of course I looked, Elaine. What man wouldn't look at you.'

We got up to go, and as she stood she came close to me.

'Hold me, James, and would you kiss me properly.' Now what man is going to refuse that. I certainly couldn't. So I took her in my arms and as she lifted her face kissed her. My mouth was closed, and when she opened her lips and her tongue gently slipped across my lips, I opened as well. It wasn't one of those trying to drag the tonsils out type of kiss. Our tongues just flirted around a little, and I noticed her eyes closing, just for a moment. My arms were around her, and she moved slightly in my grasp so that I could feel her breasts against my chest. It was very nice too. I let the kiss finish, and opened my arms and stepped back.

'I think I will need another blood pressure pill.' She grinned. 

'Will you survive until you have taken me home?'

'I think so....Wait a moment, do you not want to be dropped off in the town?'

'No. I have to get back. I have to fill in an application form for a job. Would you mind taking me home?'

'No. Not at all. I just wondered if you were happy with that.'

'Oh yes. The neighbours will see me, and soon it will get back to Brian. I quite like that idea. Me coming home in a Mercedes. He'll have a fit!' She chuckled. I liked the chuckle almost as much as her laugh.

'Come on then, Jezebel.'

Elaine lived on the far side of the town to me. She had described her house accurately as a two up, two down. An older type of terraced house. For all that it was well kept and tidy. She was bubbly on the drive, and only quietened a little as we drew up to the house. She didn't get out immediately, but turned in the seat after unbuckling the belt.




Elaine and James



'When can I see you again?'

'Well whenever you want really. I am at your service.' I pulled out a pad from under the dash, and scribbled my phone number down.

'Give me a ring when it's convenient. I'll come and pick you up. We can do that meal, or just sit and talk, here or at my place.'

'Oh I prefer your place, anyway Brian could walk in anytime. He would jump to the wrong conclusion whatever I said.' This perplexed me. She wanted me to bring her back here, so that Brian may hear, yet didn't want him to find us together. Strange creatures, Women!

'Well phone me if you like, anytime.' She nodded.

'I will, soon.' I got out and walked round to her side of the car. Elaine had got used to this courtesy now and sat waiting for me to open the door. She gave me that brilliant smile as I held out my hand to help her alight, and when she was standing lifted her head and kissed me again.

'That will get the tongues wagging.' The words were murmured in my ear. She ran to her front door, turned and waved gaily before going in.

As I drove away, my mind was all over the place. What was going on here? Yes, I was attracted to Elaine. Yes, I would like to become intimate with her. No, It wasn't what I intended even two days ago.

No, there was no future there for me. Yes, if something happened between us, I would be left alone again. Did I want to involve my self with emotions that would eventually leave me bitter . My mind tossed all this around, and finally came up with a rationale for all of this. Elaine was making the running just as surely as I. Possibly more than I. She was looking to find herself as a woman. She wanted to learn all the attitudes and manners that would turn her into a seductive woman. The sly little tricks, the turn of the head, the look in her eyes, and I was the training ground! Could I manage that without becoming emotionally involved. Perhaps I could my head told me. My heart told me something different. 

CHAPTER FIVE The meal

Although I saw Elaine at the club, she didn't ask to meet again. It was three days after our we saw each other at the club that she phoned in the afternoon.

'Hello James, it's Elaine.'

'Elaine! It's good to hear from you. You well?'

'Yes thanks. I could do with seeing you, I was going to ask for some advice.'

'Well you can ask. I don't know if I can give the advice. It will depend on the questions.'

'I have got an interview. You remember, I said that I was applying for a job.'

'Yes, you did mention that. How can I help?'

'I have never had an job interview. I wanted some advice on how to behave? What to say? What to ask? You know the sort of thing.'

'It's a long time since I had an interview myself. But I'll try and dredge my memory, see if I can come up with some tips. When is the interview?'

'Day after tomorrow.'

'Right, well we had better get together. When can you make it?'

'Now if that's ok, or tomorrow.'

'Now. I'll come round and pick you up.'

'Oh James, I was hoping you would say that. Would you have time for the evening meal we promised?'

'Yes. I'll book somewhere. Tell me what you don't like, and I will avoid that.'

'I'm happy with anything, except I am not too sure about Indian.'

'That's fine. I'll get a booking made, and pick you up in about an hour. Ok?'

'That's lovely, James. And thank you.'

I booked a table for two at an Italian restaurant. It was a good one, about four miles out of town. I quickly showered, shaved and changed. Black slacks (my usual) a cream shirt, and a beige Linen jacket. I picked out a tie which was basically brown, but with little gold motifs. I was pleased that Elaine seemed impressed when I arrived at her house. I had imagined that we would have the chat she wanted there, but she picked up a make-up bag and a dress holder, and was ready to go.

'Oh, I thought we would stay here.'

'No, if you don't mind. I can have a shower and dress at your place, it that's alright?' She gave me a pleading look.

'Yes, no problem.' That's what I said, but the thought of Elaine walking around naked in my bathroom and bedroom was making my thoughts jump about.

Back at my place, I made some tea. Then went and sat with her in the conservatory.

'Now tell me, what sort of job are you applying for.'

'It's with BGR. The job description is administrative assistant. The pays not great, but I can manage.'

'I will not give you loads of confusing advice. All I will say is that you dress neatly and conservatively. That tells them that you are there to work, and not for social reasons. It is important that you be yourself. Don't act as you think they want you to act. Be true to yourself and tell the truth. If you can, make the point that you expect to work hard and will do so. It would help if you know something about the company. They like people who take the trouble to make enquiries. Do you have a computer at home and internet access?'

'Yes.'

'Well get on it tomorrow and look them up. They will have a web-site. Don't try to memorise it all. Just pick one or two points. Particularly about their business plans, and how long they have been operating. Apart from that I will say no more, else it can be confusing.'

'Thanks, James. I will do that. So dress conservatively, and answer questions honestly. Yes?'

'That's it. I got a job once by admitting a serious character flaw. The guys who interviewed me told me later that my being so honest was a refreshing change, and that decided them to take me on.' She grinned.

'And what was that character flaw, may I ask?'

'Procrastination. Very serious for a Salesman.' She looked disappointed.

'Oh, I was hoping it would be something juicy.' I laughed.

'And what sort of juicy would you be looking for, may I ask?' Then quickly added, 'don't answer that question. We could get into trouble.' She arched her eyebrows.

'And we don't want to do that. Do we?' 

We laughed together, and then I asked if there was any other things she was unsure of.

'There is one thing, James. And it is a big favour really.'

'Well ask, I can only say no.'

'Do you have the time to take me? I will feel much more confident going with you, than on the bus.'

'What time is the interview?'

'Two-thirty.'

'That's alright. I'll pick you up about two. It will only take fifteen minutes to get there and it will give you time to sit in their reception and calm your nerves.' She gave me a smile.

'Thanks James. You are a brick.' She then changed the topic.

'Where are we going tonight?'

'Trattore in Mannington.' She raised her eyebrows.

'That's posh, but I love Italian food.'

'Good. I like it as well.'

'What time?'

'Eight.' Elaine looked at her watch.

'Oh God, it's six now, I shall never be ready in time.' She dashed off, grabbed her make-up bag and the dress holder, and went to go upstairs.

'You don't mind me using your bathroom, do you?'

'Don't be silly. Go on up you go. Try and improve on perfection.' She liked that.

'I'll do my best.' she started to climb the stairs and then her voice floated down to me.

'No peeking, James.'

'Perish the thought.' I called after her. Although the imagination would not be so easily subdued. I heard her enter the bathroom. The floors upstairs creaked a little, and it was easy to follow the footsteps around the various rooms. The she called again.

'Would you mind if I had a bath?'

'Help yourself,' I called back, 'there's plenty of hot water. Once more my imagination worked overtime, seeing in my mind's eye her getting into the bath naked, bathing those lovely limbs. I must stop this, else I will start sweating and have to change my shirt.

I took my jacket off and hung it over the back of a chair, then sat carefully so that I got no more creases in my slacks, other than those that were intended. From time to time I heard movement upstairs. She was out of the bath now, and I heard the bedroom curtains pulled close. My mind painted the picture of what she was doing. I looked at my watch. Damn! Only three quarters of an hour gone, I reckoned it would be at least another three quarters before she came down. I opened the door and went out in the garden where the cool of evening was blowing in on a gentle breeze. At the very least it would cool me down a bit, and I needed that.

At last her steps on the stairs told me my wait was almost over. I was back in the conservatory now, sitting in one of the comfortable chairs. From this position I couldn't see her until she came round the corner. I got up, and caught my first glimpse of her. She stopped and stood there shyly, looking at me asking my approval with her eyes. There was no consideration from my viewpoint, impulsively I burst out.

'God, Elaine. You're beautiful!' The smile she rewarded me with would have lit up Blackpool.

'Thank you, James. I didn't want to let you down.' She was wearing a Jade green dress, which went with her dark hair superbly. The dress was gathered at the top into two straps which went over her shoulders. The straps joined at her bust, low enough to show a little cleavage, which I knew would tempt me all evening. The skirt was semi-full and came down to just above her knees, and the finishing touch was a pair of gold strap high heel sandals. She had brought a white jacket, just to slip over her shoulders. 

'You couldn't let me down if you were dressed in a sack.' Yes I know, Corny. But I couldn't think of anything else to say at that moment. I looked at my watch.

'Well if we go now, we shall be a little early, but that doesn't matter. We can sit and have a drink and chat for a while. Is that good for you?' She nodded, and slipped her arms into the jacket. I gathered my things, and we left for Trattore.

We were a little early, but luckily we were able to seat straight away. The waiter fussed about us, getting the napkins unfolded and placed in our laps. He was a bit perfunctory with mine, and lingered long over Elaine's, especially when she slipped her jacket off her shoulders. He was Italian to the core. The candle was lit, and placed so that it caught her eyes, and put shadow to emphasise the cleavage. I was happy as it was me sitting opposite, and it was me that got the benefit, although he would get a better view when he served her. Elaine looked at me and her eyes twinkled. She was amused. When Giuseppe, or whatever he called himself, asked if we would like any wine, he addressed me but still looked at her. I asked for a bottle of Valpolicella and he left us to fill the order. Elaine leaned across the table, giving me a delightful view.

'Why didn't you sit next to me?'

'I can enjoy the pleasure of your loveliness from here. I wouldn't be able to do that sitting beside you.' That lovely, happy face came over her again.

'I've had more compliments from you in the last few days than I have in the rest of my life.'

'You should be complimented. It is important that a gentleman should tell his lady that he appreciates her and that she's special.' The waiter had left the Menu's and I picked one up, opened it, and handed it to Elaine. I opened the other.

'Now what are you going to have?' Elaine looked through the wide range of dishes. 'I don't think I can manage a starter, a main course and a sweet.'

'Well in that case I suggest we miss the starter, and if you still have some room after the main course, then choose a sweet.' She nodded.

'That's a good idea. What are you going to have?'

'I have been before and their Filetto Rossini is absolutely superb, so I am going for that.' Elaine put the menu down.

'In that case I will join you. The choice is huge, I thought it would just be Spaghetti dishes, or Lasagne, and Pizza. What is this Filetto Rossini?'

'Fillet steak, cooked in Madeira wine, with mushrooms and garlic sauce, and topped with a rich Pate. The sauce gets thickened during the cooking, and is magic.'

'Ooh, sounds good. Do we choose vegetables?'

'No they will bring a selection with the dishes. Usually Sauté potatoes, and whatever the Chef has for that day.'

The waiter came back with the wine, and made a great play of uncorking it, pouring a little in my glass to taste, and upon approval, pouring wine into each glass. He lingered long when filling Elaine's glass, almost salivating over the view down her décolletage.

When he could finally drag himself away, Elaine had a fit of the giggles.

'He was ogling my t... I mean breasts.' I grinned with her.

'Of course, and why not? They must be an entrancing sight.'

'You don't mind?'

'No, not at all. If you did not mind, and you didn't, else you would not have laughed, then why should I?'

'But I am with you. If he had done that and Brian was here, there would have been a punch up.' I had to explain.

'Elaine. We are here as friends, I have no rights over you and you are your own person. If you had found it offensive, then you could have mentioned it to me, in which case I would walk over there and quietly tell the waiter that he should behave himself. If we were an intimate couple it would have been different. I would be annoyed, and complained to the Head Waiter, or someone in the management.' She gave that some thought.

'So if we were an intimate couple you wouldn't mind other men looking at me?'

'You are a beautiful woman. You dress to emphasise your beauty. I cannot blame men for admiring you. But they will know that you leave with me, and as an intimate couple it will be me, who will enjoy your beauty when you are undraped.'

'Is that what you want, James?' My face was alive with mirth. Elaine was fishing again.

'We were talking about a hypothetical situation. This is real life.'

Elaine took a sip of her wine.

'Wow, this is good, What was it called?'

'Valpolicella. It's a bit like Chianti, but I think smoother.' Elaine went back to the previous topic.

'I didn't mind him looking. It gave me a buzz to know that a man would find me attractive. He can look, but that's all. You can touch if it would please you.' I nearly blew a mouthful of wine over the tablecloth. Elaine was laughing as I struggled for breath.

'Pardon?' She leaned forward again, which did not help me at all in trying to suppress my coughs.

'You heard, James.'

'Of course I heard, why do you think I nearly choked to death?

'Well?' I was saved by the waiter coming to take our order. For some time I had been debating with myself whether to make a move on Elaine. I had held back as I was seeing myself in the role of Mentor, a kind of Dutch Uncle. Our age difference came into the equation as well, though that was more on my part than Elaine's. I placed the orders, taking the time to ask Elaine how she would like the steak cooked. This gave me some breathing space, which I needed for more than just thinking time. I think I came up with a good answer.

'Elaine. I would imagine that most of the men in the restaurant would like to touch, except for those two over there.' I indicated with a sideways move of my head a couple of guys who obviously walked a different road. 'There are probably a few women in this room who would also like to touch.'

'What!' I had returned Elaine's ace.

'You heard, Elaine' Grinning at her as I said it. She chuckled softly. Then I carried on with the answer.

'I am just a normal heterosexual man, who loves to touch beautiful breasts. But I need an invitation first from the person to whom they are attached. Because I need to know that it would please the recipient as well.' I hoped that would do. Elaine eyed me strangely.

'Sometime, James. I will put you on the spot, and want a direct answer.' She had the smile on her face as she said that, and I realised that in all probability it may be sooner than I thought.

We had a great meal. The food was good, but the company was better. We talked of many things. And I listened carefully as Elaine got some her anger with Brian off her chest. It would appear that as a husband he was very selfish and unfeeling. Soon after they were married he started to call her El. Eventually even this petered out, all he used was "love" Then she found out that at the pub he referred to her as "the Missus".

'He didn't use my name and turned me into an object, James. Not a person.' she complained. She compared tonight, with the rare nights out she had enjoyed with him. MacDonalds, or Pizza Hut, with Brian's head buried in the paper.

'I know the food tonight was good, but being here with you, and you actually listening to me, finding interest in what I say. We could have been eating cardboard, and I would have still enjoyed the evening. Then she surprised me.

'Your hands are nice.' 

'Sorry.'

'Your hands. They are clean and smooth. All the men I have known have rough hands, with grime imbedded, Nails with dirt underneath. Why are yours so clean?'

'It was the job. I sold specialty papers and the samples were carried around in large books. When I showed them to prospective customers, my hands were very visible as I turned the pages, so I kept them clean, and used moisturising creams. That's getting in touch with my feminine side.'

'Oh no James. You are all male. But I like your hands.' Nothing more was said about that then. 

When the bill came, I checked it quickly, then put a card down to cover it. I noticed Elaine fiddling in her handbag. I caught her eye, and shook my head. I whispered to her when the waiter had gone.

'I said I would not embarrass you, but please don't embarrass me either. The waiters are Italian and very Macho. I could never look them in the eye again if they thought I had taken money from you. Give it to me later.' She nodded. Then excused herself to go to the ladies room.

After I had got my card back, I left the table and waited for Elaine just outside the Ladies room. Our waiter had already taken up station by the entrance door, obviously wanting to get yet one more glimpse down the front of Elaine's dress. When she came out and saw me waiting her face lit up, with that entrancing smile. She came straight to me and stood on tiptoes to kiss me.

'Just so they know that I am leaving with you.' God she could be cheeky. The waiter opened the door.

'Buena Sera Signor. Buena Sera Signorina.' Elaine held out her hand, and he took it and kissed her wrist. I was certain that if offered the chance his kisses would have gone all the way up her arm, and wherever else.

'Goodnight,' she trilled. I got a look from him that plainly said that I didn't deserve such a lady. Actually I agreed with him.

I helped Elaine into the car, then got in myself and started the engine. I usually had the radio tuned to Classic FM, and it immediately started playing. I think it was something by Delibes, not that it mattered it was soft and quite romantic.

'Don't drive off yet, James.' I turned to ask why. But she forestalled me.

'Kiss me please.' Instructions like that I could handle. I leaned over, as she moved towards me, and we kissed. I quickly found out, and Elaine made certain that I understood. that this was to be one of those, tongue duelling, tonsil searching kisses. From time to time one has to come up to catch a deep breath, and in one of those moments she whispered.

'You have my permission, and I want you to touch me.' I brought my right hand up and caresses her breast through her dress. In the next breath catch up moment. She said.

'Inside please James.' I manoeuvred my hand down the front of her dress and inside her bra. Her skin was silky soft with the light feel of talc, and warm. My fingertips slid over the surface gathering sensations until I found her nipple. It was rigid! She moaned lightly in my mouth as I brushed my fingers over the nipple, then nipped it between thumb and middle finger.

I think we both knew that this was going no further tonight. Especially in the car park of an busy Italian restaurant. There was enough to make a promise of more. I withdrew my hand, and eventually the kisses ended. We watched the expressions on each others face.




Elaine and James



'James, I know you are worried about the age thing. I am not! Whatever your birth certificate says, you don't look that age, and you certainly don't act that age. Inside you are a much younger man. It is that man inside I have got to know, and I want to know more. So please don't start telling me that it won't work. It will work fine for however long we want it to work. No man has ever touched my breast so gently and so lovingly. I wanted your hand there when I noticed how clean and smooth they were, and I want your mouth there as well. Not tonight, maybe not even the next time we meet, or the time after. But I am going to go to bed with you at some time.' I knew when I was beaten, or perhaps I knew when I had won. But some truths were required that may change her mind.

'Elaine, I would love to take you to bed, and make love to you, but before that happens we need to sit down and have a long talk.'

'What about?'

'I have to say some things to you, and they have to be said in the light of day, not in the haze of Romance. We also need to talk about what we want from each other. We'll get together soon, and you will have to listen with your head, not with your feelings. Ok?. Yes I agree, we are going to be lovers. I want you. There is nothing that I want more than that. Touching and holding your breast was so wonderful I wanted to weep for joy. So don't think for a moment that I am backing away.'

Elaine was mystified, but accepted my assurance that I desired her. I suggested that after she had her interview, we came back to my home and talk then. I drove her home. Glancing at her from time to time, I could not believe how lucky I was to have her here with me, and told her so. She looked at me and a tear ran down her cheek, but the smile showed me that it was a tear of happiness.

CHAPTER SIX telling the truth

After an uncomfortable nights sleep, dreams of Elaine, naked in my bed, the dreams turning into nightmares as a half erection subsided abysmally. I woke up many times, and pummelled the pillows before crashing down again for an hour's doze, before waking again with the same dream.

At six, long before the alarm would clamour, I decided enough was enough. I got up and wandered downstairs, flicking on the kettle to make a cup of tea. Then I did something I hadn't done for months. Lit a cigarette. It tasted foul, not just because I hadn't smoked for so long, but also because the packet must have been almost a year open. I finished about half before angrily stubbing it out. This erectile dysfunction had been creeping up on me for some time. I had always been open about it with my partners; in the main women of my age who could understand. So it was a problem, which wasn't a problem. If real need came to it, I would take a Cialis pill. It worked, lasted about twelve hours, and then made me feel like shit. With Elaine I had to take greater care. Being younger, she wouldn't possibly understand as an older woman would. I decided to print off an article I had read on the internet, and ask her to read it. The most important point to get over to her was that the lack of an erection did not indicate a lack of desire. In the article a mention was made of prosthetics. Surgery was required for the most successful, but there were a few, which would slip over the penis, and because of the construction the warmth of the penis would permeate through. I ordered one straight away. It wouldn't be here in time for what I hoped would be out first encounter. But if there was a second???

I went to the club early and worked hard, trying to exhaust my body so I could get a good night's sleep that night. I hoped it would work. later I got the car clean, and generally wasted time until I had to go and pick Elaine up.

She came out of the house the moment I pulled up. As I suggested she was wearing more formal clothes, a grey suit, black shoes with just a low heel. I opened the door for her, but not before she gave me a quick kiss.

'I did what you suggested and looked up their web site. Lots of stuff on there, but I copied off a couple of items, and have memorized the basic points, so I have got something to discuss.'

'Great. That will impress them.'

'James, I am absolutely scared silly.' I shook my head.

'Don't worry. They will know that nerves are part and parcel of an interview. If they are professional human resource people, they will put you at your ease.' Elaine was shaking her head.

'No, not about the interview, but about what you want to say later.' I felt guilty now. It was a bad tactic to introduce the idea of us having a serious discussion, the same day that Elaine was having this interview.

'Oh, shit! I didn't think straight, not when you have this on your plate. Elaine. Don't worry about our chat. We will get together. I had a lousy night yesterday, as I was so excited about where we are going. I was dreaming of you all the time.'

'Well I am sorry that dreaming of me kept you awake. I did hope that I would be able to do that when we are in bed together.'

'You will, Elaine. Of that I have no doubt.' She smiled then.

I had thought the interview would last about half an hour, but it was well over the hour when Elaine came out. She was really pleased. I didn't need to ask, as the first thing she said was.

'They offered me the job!'

'I am so pleased. Well done.' I replied. 'In that case another meal out is called for, but my treat, I insist.'

'I haven't got anything with me to wear.'

'No, I wasn't thinking of this evening, but perhaps at the weekend. Tell me, do you like dancing?'

'Yes. But I haven't been in years.' She looked at me curiously. 'I cannot imagine that you would be comfortable at a Disco.' I laughed there.

'No, I meant ballroom.' 

'Ballroom?'

'Yes, you know the waltz, quickstep, foxtrot.' Elaine looked worried. 

'I could probably manage the waltz, my mum showed me when I was young. But the others..'

'We'll talk about it later. If you feel uncomfortable I won't try to get you up on the floor. If it makes you feel better, they play plenty of disco music as well. Shall I book for Saturday evening?' She nodded enthusiastically.

'Sounds great, James. Yes please.'

We were back at my house now. I went to the kitchen and asked if she wanted wine or coffee.

'Wine please James. I have the feeling that your serious discussion is going to need it.' Before I got the bottle out of the fridge, I picked up the sheet I had printed off and went through to the conservatory.

'I'll get the wine, but in the meantime, would you read this article?' I vanished back to the kitchen, deliberately taking my time so that Elaine could finish reading. As I went back with the bottle and two glasses, she looked up with sympathy written all over her face.

'Now you know.' She got up came over to my chair and sat on my lap, her arms going round my neck as she held me tight.

'Oh James, that must have been so difficult for you to do. How can I help.' I shrugged.

'I wanted you to know. I desire you more than you can believe. If my cock does not respond, it is not about lack of interest. I will make love to you, with everything I have, my fingers, my mouth, my body and my mind.'

'Is there anything that can be done?'

'Yes. I have a prescription for a drug called Cialis. It works for about twelve hours.' Elaine was very perceptive, and picked up the words I hadn't said.

'And? You said it works. But you are not telling me anymore. Are there side effects?' I nodded sadly.

'Yes. It sets my heart racing, I get palpitations and my temperature goes sky high. It's not dangerous, or my Doctor would not have let me have the prescription, but it is uncomfortable.'

'How long does this last?'

'About six hours.'

'Then you won't take one. I know from the feel of your hand on me that you will be a gentle and fulfilling lover without coming inside me.' I disagreed.

'I will take one.' I emphasized the word "will", so there could be no argument. 'I can cope with the side effects, but I want us to have everything. I want to be inside you, and feel you clasping me within your body. I just needed you to be aware.' Elaine was sobbing on my chest.

'You will do that for me? Suffer that discomfort, just to make me happy?'

'Don't forget it will make me happy too.' I held her the while she was crying. Her body shook from time to time, but gradually the sobs and the tremors faded away. She was quiet for a moment, and then looked up to me, her cheeks wet with tears, her eyes swollen with crying, and a lovely smile on her face.

'Never in my life has someone offered to go through pain to please me. Thank you James, you are a special man. Now I have to go upstairs and repair the damage.'

Elaine had used touch a touch of foundation and lipstick but her eyes still looked a bit red. She returned to the subject of my problem

'How did it happen?'

'It came on gradually over about five years. When I worked I was a smoker, so I suppose it was the body's way of striking back.'

'You must have felt terrible.'

'Well it's not the best feeling in the world. I would imagine that for some men it is a minor irritation as they don't have a sex drive anymore. But it angered me at first. My mind and my senses still loved women and wanted to have all those sensual moments, but another part of me would not go to the party. I feel cheated.'

'But you are not angry anymore.'

'No. The Doctor explained a lot, and I realised that there were options. Viagra, Cialis were two. He recommended Cialis. There are others. There is what they call a prosthetic. It is sleeve that fits over the penis, and provides sufficient support so that a weak erection will work like a strong one. It is a micro fibre of some sort, and evidently is warmed to body temperature by the blood flow into the penis.'

'That sounds like a good solution. Why don't we try it?' Read into those words. Elaine wasn't here for a quick gallop, she was looking much further. It was the "we" that cheered me tremendously. This was a problem that she wanted us to resolve together. I smiled broadly.

'Oh good. I am glad you like that idea, I have already ordered one.'

'Well, we will give it a good test run when it arrives.'

I moved the conversation on to her successful job interview.

'So what will you be doing in your job?'

'It is basically administration. Ensuring that work in progress runs smoothly, that when jobs are completed, that delivery is to time, and making sure that the accounts section have all the details to invoice properly. It's all on computer, so thank heavens I know my way around.' She paused. 'I have a big thank you to make.'

'Oh.'

'Yes. Your suggestion that I looked them up. I mentioned one of the points that I had got from their site, and they were so pleased that someone would take the trouble to check them out. I think that is what got me the job.'

'I am sure you would have thought about it anyway.'

'I wish I could be that certain.' She took a drink of her wine, then asked me if she could have some tea.

'I have had enough wine for today. I'll go and make it.'

We both went into the kitchen, neither of us needed help in making tea, it was just that we could carry on talking. She was putting out the mugs and spoons. Her back was to me when she spoke.

'That is one of the reasons I like to be with you. You guide me gently when I ask then leave me to make my own decision, yet give me credit for acting on your guidance. You don't treat me like an idiot. With you I am encouraged to be me. Brian never thought or wanted me to be anything else but his gopher, the cook, the cleaner, but never an equal partner. If I had tried for this job when I was with him, he would have put all sorts of obstacles in my way. It would have impinged on his life.' She turned to face me. 'I know you worry about this age thing. Well you shouldn't because I don't. I suppose that Brian and I will get divorced at some time. If that happens I doubt that I will ever marry again, because I am finding out, thanks to you, what I can be as a person. Any other man might try to put me back in my box. I just want to explore me, and I am hoping that you will help me to do that. I nodded.

'I am happy to do that, wherever your search leads.' Elaine smiled.

'You see? I knew you would say that.'

It was getting on for seven in the evening, and I was getting an appetite. 

'I have got to get something to eat. Do you want anything?'

'That would be nice, but something light. In one way or another it has been an emotional day, so I don't think I could eat too much.'

'Do you like Poached egg?' She nodded.

'Sounds perfect, can I help?'

'Perhaps, come into the kitchen with me, I like having you around.' I got some Rocket salad from the fridge and asked her to chop it fine. Then I set to making a dressing of white wine vinegar, garlic, Dijon mustard and olive oil. With that done I started poaching the eggs. Elaine had finished the salad, and I asked her to toast some bread. The snack came together, toast as the base, then a serving of the salad with the dressing drizzled over that, finally the poached egg on top. Elaine couldn't get over it.

'That was delicious and so easy. If I had put that on the table for Brian it would have ended up splattered all over the wall. All he wanted was eggs with chips, sausages with chips or steak with chips. Where did you learn to make a meal like that?'

'I usually find recipes in the Sunday papers. If the dishes appeal and look simple enough, I cut them out. Once you have made them once or twice it is easy.' We cleared away, and had a last coffee. I had been tempted to ask Elaine to stay the night, but somehow I felt that now was not the time. She confirmed that when she asked about Saturday evening.

'Can I come here early and change?'

'Of course.'

'And shall I bring clothes for Sunday as well?' I took her in my arms.

'It would make me very happy if you do. Mind I may not let you put them on for quite some time.' She laughed happily.

'I don't think your neighbours would be too happy about me wandering around here naked.'

'Their happiness means nothing to me. I would be very happy though.'

CHAPTER SEVEN slow, slow, quick, quick, slow.

I wanted to make this Saturday evening as memorable as I could for Elaine. She knew the venue, so there had been no need to explain dress. I was prepared to bet that this was an occasion when the "Little Black Dress" would come out of the closet. My clothes to an extent were little problem. A dark dress suit, cream shirt and tie. Men had it easy! There were preparations to make, and a shopping trip to Anderton was needed. I didn't see Elaine during the interim, although we spoke on the phone every evening. Our phone conversation on Friday night was mainly about arrangements for the morrow. I agreed to pick her up at five o' clock.

Elaine greeted me with a kiss at her door when I arrived, she now seemed to have few qualms about what her neighbours would think. She indicated the suitcase, make-up bag, and dress holder, sitting in her hall.

'I'll put these in the boot (trunk). Anything else? I enquired.

'I was worried that you would complain about this lot.' I shook my head.

'No. Elaine you always look lovely to me, and if you need these clothes to continue doing that, I have absolutely no objection.' I grinned to show that I found her concern amusing. She shot me a look of devilry, then cut me down.

'Oh good. Then you won't mind getting the other cases from upstairs?' She asked sweetly. I held my hands up in surrender.

'Ok, you got me.' She laughed. I picked up the two bags and took them out to the car. Elaine followed with her make-up bag. She was now used to me and my funny manners and waited for me to open her door. It was natural to me, and now it seems natural to Elaine as well.

At my house, I carried the bags upstairs and put them in the bedroom. Elaine asked if I wanted tea, and started making it. One of the preparations I had made was a number of large scented candles in the bathroom. I lit these even though Elaine would not probably be there for an hour, but I thought the fragrance would fill the room before she entered. I came down as she was just pouring the tea. Once we were seated, she asked if I would take her through a few of the steps for the waltz.

'It was so long ago that I learned, I may have forgotten them.'

'Ok, we'll just go through the basics. There will be so many people on the floor, there will be no room for anything fancy.' It was just magical holding Elaine in my arms, and she hadn't forgotten the steps at all, so much so that I introduced a Spin Turn. It's not difficult really, and adds a variation to the basics which can be boring. The spin she found a little difficult at first, but again picked up the steps quickly.

'What about the Quickstep, then?' The ease with which she had mastered the basics of waltz, made her cheeky.

'Right, Madam. Stay with me and follow my lead.' I trod on her toes a couple of times as she moved off on the wrong foot, and went right, when we had to go left. But she got the idea eventually, but had to admit ruefully.

'I don't think I will want to show myself up with that dance.'

About half past six she went up to get ready. I could hear her in the bedroom, opening her dress holder, and unzipping the case. About ten minutes later she went in the bathroom.

'Oh look!' The she came running downstairs and threw herself into my arms.

'Oh James, that is thoughtful, so romantic, so lovely. Thank you, you lovely sweet man.' Smiling at me she returned upstairs. She was halfway up when she called to me.

'Are you going to come and talk to me when I am in the bath?'

'Wild horses wouldn't keep me away.' I know, old and clichéd. Well I am anyway. 'Would you like a glass of wine as well?'

'Yes please. Give me ten minutes.' This was the longest ten minutes of my life. Eventually I poured the wine and climbed up the stairs, treading quite heavily so I wouldn't surprise her. The bathroom door was open about a couple of inches, so I pushed it with my elbow and went in.

'Are you decent?'

'James. I am quite sure that if I was, you would be disappointed.' She lay in the bath with a smug smile on her face. Bubbles came up to her chin, and covered her body completely. 

'You see, James? Or rather you don't see. But under these bubbles I am quite indecent.' I grinned and handed her a glass, holding it just beyond her arm's length, hoping that she would sit up a little to take it.

'Naughty man. But don't worry, you will get to see it all later, I promise.' I relented, gave her the glass and sat down on the toilet seat.

'Oh this is so decadent. I have seen films and read books, but never expected to enjoy this myself. If I didn't know otherwise, I would think you are trying to seduce me.'

'Now what gave you that idea?'

'Oh just little hints.'

'Well I have to tell you I am the complete gentleman.'

'Does that mean that you aren't trying to seduce me, because if you aren't I shall be really upset.' I put the wine down, and knelt by the side of the bath,leaned over and kissed her wet lips.

'My dear beautiful Elaine. It has taken me all my willpower to not rip off my clothes and jump in there with you.' Elaine kissed me back, pushing her tongue into my mouth.

'I can't believe this is happening. It's so wonderful I want to laugh and cry at the same time. I am so lucky to have met you at this time in my life.' She kissed me again, and reached for my hand, pulling it under the hot water so that I could caress her breast. My shirt sleeve was dragged into the water too, but who would care about that, given the gift that was Elaine. I rose, ignoring my dripping sleeve.

'I shall leave you to bathe, because I don't think I can resist much more. I want you so much Elaine.' She watched me with a soft and loving look.




Elaine and James



'I want you too, James. Very much.' She whispered.

I had shaved and showered before I went to collect Elaine, and I had brought my shirt, suit, tie and other stuff downstairs. I changed, and decided on a last buff of the black shoes, then I was ready. It was another of those situations where all I could do was wander about, trying hard not to crease my trousers, and endeavouring not to sweat. It was not too warm, but my libido was pushing up my body temperature. I spent most of the time in the garden. It was gradually coming to me, that this was not the relationship I expected, that is if I expected a relationship with Elaine at all. Yet what was happening was beyond anything I imagined, certainly for my time of life. Elaine had come into my life, and it would never be the same again. Of course I did not expect her to stay with me. I knew that when she went I would be a broken man. Yet the joy she could give me whilst she was here would be compensation enough to bear the sadness.

I heard what she said, but many things are said like that at the start. Promises made, vows, declarations. They are the truth at the time they are said, but as the world, and people move on they become difficult to sustain. I foresaw no lasting relationship, but I could enjoy for the time it was alive.

It was a little black dress, and it suited her perfectly. A skirt full enough to allow her to move on the dance floor, and she had wrapped a brilliant red Pashmina about her shoulders. She bumped my hip as we left, and I could distinctly feel a suspender. 

'Suspenders and stockings?' I queried. There was a very sensual look in her eyes as she replied.

'I know men like their woman to wear sussies, but women like to wear them when they want to feel sexy and seductive, and that's how I want to feel tonight.'

Was the dinner good? Did we dance at least two waltz's, one quickstep, and disco danced? Yes, we did all of those things, and thoroughly enjoyed them. Did Elaine sparkle and smile? Oh yes, and captivated me. Did she seem to have a special smile on her face whenever she looked at me? Oh yes. And did her eyes make promises as we danced the last slow dance? They did. Elaine went to the ladies as I paid the bill. I waited for her at our table. When she came back she automatically linked her arm through mine, and then pressed a scrap of something lacy into my hand. I went to look, but she stopped me. It didn't matter I knew what it was.

'Don't look now.' as we walked through the room to the exit she whispered to me.

'Do you know what they are?'

'I think I have a very good idea.' She laughed mischievously.

'I've always wanted to do that, but have never been with someone who deserves them.'

'It has never happened to me before, I am very flattered.' Her eyes shone when she replied.

'Now you know I am ready for you.'

We walked hand in hand back to the car, kissed as I held the door for her, kissed again as I took my place. That kiss turned into a long slow beautiful connection of lips and tongues, that left us breathless. I moved my hand down to the hem of her skirt, and then up. She opened her legs slightly to show that she wanted me to touch her. I did, and Elaine drew in a sharp breath. Looking into my eyes as we parted from that kiss I heard her murmur.

'Drive us home please, James and take me to bed.' It was hard to drive at a normal pace.

Despite all of Elaine's bravado earlier, I could tell she was nervous as we got to my home. I offered her a brandy, and suggested we sit for a while. Her hand was shaking slightly as she cupped the brandy glass. I leant over and took her hand.

'Elaine my sweet, we don't have to accomplish anything tonight. We shall take it slowly, I'm in no rush. If you feel that you aren't in the right frame of mind. I will take you home if you wish, or I'll sleep in the spare bedroom.' She was shaking her head.

'No James it's not that. I want to be with you, it's just that I am unsure I can make it good for you.' Damn Brian, and damn that bloke she saw that time, for allowing her to feel guilty for their shortcomings.

'And here I was frightened that I will fail you, because of, well you know what.' She turned to me with sympathy written all over her face.

'Oh no. Please James, don't feel that I would put pressure on you about that.'

'Let's agree on something shall we? We'll go to bed and just hold each other and cuddle. We can talk about the evening, what we can do tomorrow. But we won't worry about anything else. Ok?' She smiled and agreed.

'Will you give me a moment to get ready? I'll be about ten minutes.'

I went around making sure that all the doors were locked, and windows shut. Then started turning lights out. Elaine had taken her brandy upstairs, and having given her the time she wanted, I picked up my glass and started up myself. I cleaned my teeth, and took my clothes off, apart from my boxers. I thought it would be less threatening than if I had got into bed nude. Elaine had taken two of the candles from the bathroom and placed them on the bedside tables, turning out the other lights. She had a little more confidence, her head peeking over the top of the duvet. I smiled at her and got in beside her. I held out my arms and she shot across the mattress and hugged me tightly. I felt a little quiver of nervousness, as she settled into my arms. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed the top of her head. She was still wearing a delicate lace-front brassiere, and similar lace, but very skimpy panties, so I felt good that I hadn't discarded my boxers.

'I see you have found another pair of panties.' I could feel her head nodding.

'Yes. I took the first pair off, so I thought I would give you a second pair to take off when you want to.'

Elaine started to relax, and squirmed deliciously against me. From somewhere down by my chest a little voice murmured.

'This is rather nice.' I looked down and she looked up with a cheeky grin on her face. I put my head down and we kissed. As an exercise in self-restraint I felt I had gained the gold medal so far. I couldn't see it at the moment, but I certainly felt this lovely slim body clinging to me. All I wanted to do was touch and taste. Elaine stretched out, I loved the feel of her touching me all the way down to my toes. Her lace bra, and lace panties brushing gently against me. She raised her head again, searching for my lips. This time the kiss was deeper, stronger, mixing our saliva with tongues. She sighed. She put one arm round her back, then suddenly her brassiere came loose, She pulled it away and threw it out of the bed, then pressed tightly to me again, Another sigh. I chuckled silently to myself, after all these years I had never mastered the trick of undoing the clip on a bra strap one-handed. I felt now that some tender caress would be welcome. Moving slowly and barely grazing her flesh with my finger tips I stroked down her back, and side. She wriggled.

'That's good.' Very softly I caressed her, my hand moving slowly between her back, her side and along the inside of her arm. I paid especial attention to the inside of her elbow, never staying long in the one place, but moving gradually between these areas. I felt her relax even more. This was no time to hurry, I was not timing myself but I am sure that I spent at least half an hour just touching her in this way. She stirred.

'James, that is so lovely. Your fingers are so gentle.' I restrained myself from exploring further, waiting for Elaine to indicate when she wanted deeper and more intimate caresses. I don't know how long it was; time had little meaning now; before she threw the cover back allowing me to see her breasts. In the flickering soft light of the candles she was a goddess.

'Oh God, Elaine. Your breasts are simply lovely.' Her eyed opened, and she asked tremulously.

'You do like them?' I remembered some Shakespeare from my school days.

'Two feminine moons, perfectly formed. Yes Elaine. I do like them, they are beautiful.' She smiled.

'I am glad you like them, they are yours.'

This was the moment I had waited for. My hand moved slowy and softly from her back to slide two fingers, around the curve at the side of her breast, then up towards her armpit. On the way back, my fingers gently followed the curve underneath, teasing that lovely crease where her breast lay on her chest. Her face lifted, asking for another kiss. Our mouths joined while I continued to stroke tenderly along this new area.

'Please?' I knew what she wanted, and delicately stroked upwards from that fold to circle her nipple. No sigh this time but a gasp, and the first movement of her body indicating that arousal had started. She turned slightly away from me, now lying almost on her back. This moved her other breast away from my body, freeing it for my caresses. I moved as she wanted, first following the fold underneath that breast, then again moving up and circling the nipple. She arched her back inviting a firmer touch. I pressed slightly more than I had, and then lighly flicked my finger over her nipple. She reacted as if an electric shock had gone through her.

'Agh.' I returned to the first breast and did the same, then gently pinched the nipple between thumb and middle finger. As I did so I slid down and nipped the other between my lips. Her hand came round my head and clamped me, ensuring that my lips stayed where they were.

'Oh you lovely man. What are you doing to me?' She hissed. This was not really a question, only Elaine knew what was happening inside. I pulled up slightly as much as Elaine would let me, and sucked as much of her breast into my mouth, stretching her nipple, and flicking it with my tongue. I was rewarded by gasp from her, and then a groan.

'Oh God, that's so good.' I moved across to give both breasts fair play.

'Yessss.' a long sibilant yes, expressing her pleasure. I brought my left hand from where it had been holding her, and as I worshipped the one breast with my mouth, I trapped the other between my fingers again. I continued with this wonderful play, alternating my mouth between her breasts, but occupying the other with either my right hand fingers or my left. Each change was accompanied by further entreaties to,

'Do it harder.' I did, finding out that she liked her nipples to be roughly handled. Suddenly her body lifted and she started quivering.

'James, my darling I am going to...' the rest of her words were lost as she screamed and went rigid. She stayed like that for almost a minute then slumped. I had never known any woman cum just by having her breasts sucked and nipped. She breathed heavily for a few moments. I had paused only momentarily when she came, and as soon as the most intense reaction was over, I returned to my pleasurable task.

'No, too sensitive.' I stopped and looked up at her. The expression in her eyes was one of wonder and delight. She dragged my face up to hers and locked me in a kiss, her tongue running wild in my mouth. Our lips parted, and with both hands she raised my face so she could look into my eyes.

'I cannot believe that happened. Never would I have thought..Are you some kind of miracle worker.?' I smiled at the compliment.

'No, sweet Elaine. Just a man who found great joy in you.' She pulled my face down to her lips again. A softer kiss that was sweetened by her delicious breath. She pushed me up so she could see me again.

'Years and years I have dreamt that one day, I could cum like that, but always assumed that it would be from my pussy. Now you make me cum with your hands and lips on my breasts.' She smiled. 'Do you like my breasts?'

'They are gorgeous, I am smitten.'

'What was that you said earlier. Something about moons?'

'It comes from a Shakespeare Sonnet, I can't remember which one, and that is all I can recall, probably because I find breasts fascinating. Two feminine moons, perfectly formed. He could have been writing about you. I have never had the honour of seeing and touching any breasts as beautiful as yours ' She guided me to her lips again.

We cuddled languidly for a while. I could sense that she wanted to say something.

'Can we lie just like this for a while, James?'

'Of course.'

'It's not that I don't want to go on, but that was so surprising and lovely for me, I just want to savour it.'

'Holding you like this is my dream come true. I hate breaking a dream.' She laughed.

'You are a glib bugger at times.' Then she went serious.

'Can I hold you in my hand.' She didn't need to say what part of me she wanted to hold.

'I would like that.' I moved to take my boxers off.

'No let me do that.' She stretched down and tugged at the waistband. I lifted my hips to help her, and she pulled them down and pushed them with her toes off my legs. 

'Will you take my panties off please, James?' I made the same manoeuvre, she lifting her hips to allow me to slip them over her legs. The quilt had now been pushed further down, and I could see her pussy clearly, a little tuft of hair, guarding the cleft, nestling between her thighs. I bent down and gave it a kiss. She jumped.

'James!' I grinned as I came face to face with her.

'Just saying hello.' She grinned too.

'Well, perhaps I should introduce you formally. Pussy! This is James, a lovely gentleman who soon will be a very close friend for you. James! This is Pussy, who wants to get to know you intimately.'

'I look forward to that.' Elaine looked at me.

'Darling, would you mind terribly if we don't go further tonight? What you did was wonderful and surprising. I want to go to sleep in your arms, thinking and dreaming about that, and wake up in your arms, knowing that I have been loved more than at anytime in my life.' There were tears in her eyes now. I leaned forward and licked them away. 'Would you mind?' I shook me head.

'No my sweet. I am in no rush. Having you here, naked in my bed is wonder enough for me.' Elaine settled down with me, moving slightly so that her breasts stirred against my chest. Her hand moved down and took possession of my cock. She just held it. I pulled the quilt over and we settled down in our own private heaven. We talked in a desultory manner for a while, then started drifting. The last thing I heard was Elaine saying softly.

'I Love you James.' 

CHAPTER EIGHT Sunday of delight

I awoke that Sunday, in the same position that I had gone to sleep. Unusual for me as I would often turn restlessly for quite some time before getting comfortable enough to doze off. But this morning I wakened with Elaine in my arms just as she had been last night. My left arm had gone completely numb, a price that I was happy to pay. My eyes opened to look into Elaine's. She had a very loving smile on her face.

'Good morning my lover.'

'Good morning my lovely Elaine.' I moved closer to kiss her, she held her face up and we dived into each other's mouth. The flavours of her breath were so much stronger from the night's sleep, as I suppose mine were also, but I gave it no heed, and neither did Elaine as her tongue searched round my cheeks and gums. We separated, I lying back, and Elaine moving to partially lie on top of me.

'Did you sleep well?' She nodded.

'Yes. I had this wonderful dream, that my lover was kissing and sucking on my nipples, and I had an orgasm from him just doing that. Tell me my lover! Did that happen?' 

'Do you know, I had almost exactly the same dream, except of course that I was the lover. My lady was so beautiful, it brought tears to my eyes. Now isn't that strange?' Elaine snuggled into me.

'I will never forget last night.' Her voice was muffled as she was pressing into my chest. She looked up.

'Do you know that song, "I want to know what love is".' I remembered it well.

'Yes. It was a group called "Berlin" wasn't it?' 

'That's right. Well you showed me what love is, last night. You understood my nervousness. You allowed me to relax and you didn't hurry. You touched my body so tenderly. You found places on my body that I would never have thought would give me pleasure, but you found them and you did. And then you were unselfish enough to let me sleep. I didn't do anything for you, and I feel ashamed and selfish.' I caressed her flank, running my had up to cup her breast, with my thumb just rubbing lightly over the nipple. She gasped.

'Elaine, my sweet, delightful lady. I wanted last night to be all about you. Perhaps I am wrong, but I think you have never been able to unleash the passions that are inside you. I wanted those passions out so that we could both enjoy them. When you orgasmed last night, I was surprised, but very, very happy. Believe it or believe it not, I shared your pleasure, The look on your face, the cries you made. It was overwhelming and very precious.'

'Do you ever fail to find the right words, James?' 

'Frequently.'

'Well don't worry about it now, as your hand is making all the right noises. Ohh!' That was when my finger and thumb rubbed her nipple in a twisting motion.

'God! That feels good!' I bent and kissed her. This was no time for words, well not for words that would be found in a dictionary. Now I let my hand explore further, running down her stomach, circling her navel, and then just brushing across her pubic hair. Then back repeating the actions until my hand once more cupped her breast. We had all the time in the world, so with one hand at her back, supporting her, the other was given free range over the body that she so freely made available to me. Each time I journeyed south, my fingers possessed more of her groin, fluttering over the soft curls, and then just brushing over her cleft. Elaine made her wishes plainly known, as her hips would lift asking me to take possession of her pussy and her legs opened slightly to invite me in. I delayed the actual moment when my fingers would enter that lovely cleft and find her wet folds. I teased her probably a little too long.

'James, please. Please touch me.' I did, first with my middle finger I probed into that wet warmth, I gathered moisture, coating it liberally, then pulled upwards, stroking through her folds to seek her clitoris.

'Oh shit!' I repeated the caress, down to her cunt, collecting moisture, then back to her clit. I did this time and time again, with Elaine wetter, and heat radiating from her pussy. Then my forefinger joined in, and this time as I went to collect moisture, I pushed gently in to the depth of two joints. Then went back. Again back down, but this time as I pushed my fingers into her cunt, she bucked her hips to force me deeper. I felt her head move. Her eyes were closed but her mouth was open, beseeching my mouth on hers.

I kissed her, at the same time as my tongue went into her mouth, I pushed three fingers into her as deep as I could. Her hips snaked. And even though our mouths were joined she managed to mewl. Her arms were around me with her fingers digging into my back. I used my thumb then to stroke her clitoris as my fingers continued to plough her cunt. It could not be long, her body was vibrating, hips pushing upwards to match every thrust of my fingers. It was marvellous, I could actualy feel the orgasm gathering in her body. I pulled away from her mouth and bent to her nipples which were pointed and very hard. I sucked one sharply into my mouth, as again I forced my fingers deep into her cunt. My thumb flicked furiously across her clit, and then she was there. The quiet bedroom was rent by a scream, and her body went wild. I found difficulty in keeping my mouth, my fingers, and my thumb to where they were giving her most pleasure. It was impossible, as suddenly her hips wracked up at least a foot from the bed. I lost my grasp completely, as whilst still in the air she twisted side to side. I managed to keep sucking her nipple, and my ears were assailed by her gasps and moans as she went through the vortex of sensations.




Elaine & Me



The following story contains details of sexual relations between consenting adults. If you are 18 or under you are asked not to read the following. This story contains no references to any person living or dead. It is essentially a romance with a twist.

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- Chapter One – Our First Meeting -

I had two weeks to go before the final degree exams and I was working hard. Perhaps too hard, because I desperately needed a break from the hours and hours of revision. It felt like I just couldn't take in any more detail about Quantum Mechanics or Solid State Theory. My brain had reached saturation point. It got so bad I had even dreamt about strange mathematical symbols and equations that just didn't seem to make any sense.

For the last few weeks, I had been slaving away going over my old lecture notes in a bid to secure that much coveted Honours degree in Physics. That does it I thought, time for a break whether I could afford it or not. It was bad enough dealing with this stuff during my waking hours but to dream about it as well. That was just too much.

My revision had gone quite well but as usual there was always something else to study and right now I just felt tired and desperately in need of a break. It was a Friday evening so I phoned my brother Frank and I suggested a night out on the town together.

He was agreeable and we agreed to meet halfway in the centre of Edinburgh before we went on our usual slow pub-crawl along Rose Street looking at the local talent.

We met up at 6:30pm and started on our first pint of 80/- ale (see Authors notes at the end) and we turned to face the potential prospects in the bar. In the corner there were two women chatting closely. One was dark-haired and pretty while her partner was a stunning blonde and obviously much taller. 

The two were huddled together having a deep conversation and had almost finished their drinks when my brother and I approached.

"Can we buy you two ladies a drink?" my brother asked never being one to hold back.

"We were just about to leave," smiled the brunette, "but I suppose another Chardonnay would be nice." 

Her partner politely asked me for a gin and tonic and held up her now empty glass with elegant fingers. We returned to the bar and queued to buy the drinks. 

"This looks promising," said my brother. "The brunette looks an absolute stunner."

"The blonde doesn't look bad either," I said checking over my shoulder and smiling just to make sure that they weren't running out the door.

We were eventually served and returned with my brother taking the seat nearest the brunette while I sat beside the blonde. At first it looked like my younger brother and the brunette had hit it off, with both chatting away to each other as if they were long lost friends.

Perhaps the long days and nights stuck in front of the books were having an effect on me as I struggled to find the right words to say. I made a general enquiry about her interests and hobbies but she seemed too reserved to let me know what they were.

I decided that tack wasn't working and decided to just talk about myself. I introduced myself as John Smith and mentioned my studies and upcoming exams and my sudden need to relax after weeks and weeks of continuous hard work.

"What do you study?" She eventually asked shyly.

"Physics," I said proudly. "The study of everything in the universe."

"Why Physics?" Was her short reply.

"Because I always been interested in how things work and how they relate to each other. However all this studying has left me a bit weak at relating to other people and I intend to rectify that after my exams," I declared.

"What do you intend to do?" She responded politely with another question.

"Well I also want to see a bit of the world before I settle down. However I need to get some money together for that, because my university education has been really expensive. What do you do?" I asked quickly changing the subject back to my pretty partner. While she thought about her response I quickly absorbed her features.

She had beautiful big blue eyes with long lashes and blonde shoulder length hair with no sign of any dark roots showing through. Her tapered and carefully arched eyebrows were also fair which seemed to indicate that her hair colour was natural. Her voice though soft had a husky low tone.

She had pierced ears with two elegant pearl drop earrings hanging beside two smaller diamond studs in each lobe. She wore a broad gold ring on her third finger of her left hand and her nails were exquisitely long and shaped and painted in a French manicure style with white tips.

She wore a blue business jacket and a matching pleated skirt with a creamy white silk blouse showing underneath, while round her neck was a simple pearl necklace.

She still seemed uptight about something and spoke softly about her job as a tax consultant with a leading firm of solicitors. "I help with inheritance tax planning and wills," she said. "It's not very exciting. Most of my clients tend to be middle aged or old men with far too much money who don't want to leave it to the tax man when they die."

"The office is a bit drab and everyone has to dress conservatively to impress the clients that we are a solid and dependable company," she added.

"So what do you do for excitement if your job doesn't provide it," I quickly asked.

"Not much, my hobbies are all fairly routine apart from horse riding and I am hoping to race a car later this year when I have had a few lessons from a friend of mine," she smiled. "I'm also just back from a week in Holland." 

"Apart from that I think I lead a quiet life with reading, buying clothes, music and surfing the Internet are my favourite pastimes. My name is Elaine by the way." She added stretching out her hand. I took her hand and noticed that it was not much smaller than mine was. Her long nails seemed to give the impression that it was.

I bought her another gin and tonic and Elaine was starting to loosen up a little more. I found out that she lived with her sister a half mile from my parent's house in a better-heeled district of the city. Her sister Lorraine just happened to be the brunette who was having a good time with my little brother.

After an hour or so both girls went off to the ladies joking and laughing, the obvious result of our alcohol purchases and our company. While they were away, my brother and I bought another round of drinks and we gave ourselves a well deserved comfort break.

As we stood facing the urinal, I asked him. "What do you think, are we in luck?"

"I don't know about you but Lorraine is definitely worth the effort," he replied.

"Elaine seems OK to me. Is Lorraine married? I see she wears a ring."

"I don't know yet but what does it matter she seems interested in me. I hope we can spend the rest of the night together." He added shaking the last drops away.

"Me too, I don't think we'll stumble across anything better tonight, lad." I said in reference to his position three years my junior.

When we returned I noticed that they both had freshened up their makeup and Elaine in particular was wearing a much darker red lipstick and her eyes were more distinctive with longer eyelashes and shadow.

I joked as I sat down. "I see you two have your war paint on would you like to go somewhere else. This place is beginning to get a little crowded."

"That would be nice," Lorraine said with a smile of white teeth shining through red lips. "What do you have in mind."

"Would you two girls like something to eat? We would be happy to buy you dinner in exchange for your company tonight," I added.

The two girls talked to each other and then smiled their answer. "Yes, we're famished."

Soon we were handing them menus at the Chinese restaurant up the street, which was what they wanted from the thousands of places in town. We continued to talk and eat for the next two hours and feeling tired both girls were reluctant to go on to a disco or go for another late drink.

So sadly we all headed home by taxi with my carefully planned weekly expenditure budget in tatters but my studies gladly long forgotten with my arm around Elaine's slim waist. 

Since we lived close by, we paid off the taxi driver and walked them to their front gate. Their house was in a leafy suburb with its own private grounds that obviously cost a great deal of money to buy unlike our parent's 3 bedroom ex-council house.

Both girls kept saying that they had had a wonderful time and readily agreed to meet us again tomorrow. I could see that my brother was none too pleased because he would not be able to recover his investment in Elaine's sister for another day.

"I'm sorry but we really need to get to bed early," said Lorraine stepping inside the gate. "Elaine has a big day tomorrow morning. Come on Elaine."

Before she responded to her sister's command. I at least was rewarded with a kiss that took my breath away. She parted my lips and inserted her tongue that immediately had my penis erect and wanting more.

"Thanks for a wonderful evening. I'll see you tomorrow afternoon if you come round," she whispered and then she was gone into the gloom of her long driveway.

We shouted "Goodnight" and ran most of the way home in the still late spring night air. Soon I was lying in my own bed happy that I found a girl like Elaine who just seemed to like me.

- Chapter Two - An Afternoon Together -

The next morning, I got up late relishing the feeling of being at home in my own comfortable bed after the weeks away on the stiff board I used at the campus halls of residence. I lounged around and had quite a large breakfast watching TV as my brother had been called out to repair a broken ventilation system.

So it was nearly 1:00pm when I grabbed my jacket and stepped out the door. I quickly walked back along the road towards Elaine's house. Turning the last bend I noticed a car stopped outside the gates to their house and a woman stepping out to open the gate. It was Elaine and she looked gorgeous.

As I approached I could see that she was wearing a pair of high-heeled boots and a tight white skirt that showed off her shapely rear. The car drove in and Elaine looked up from closing the gate to see me approach and she immediately waved and smiled.

"Hi you timed that well," she beamed. We're just back from a busy morning in town," she had air of inner happiness and radiance that seemed to be missing the night before.

"Can I come in," I said.

"Sure," and she opened the gate for me. As she opened the gate I could see that she had been treating herself to some beauty work because her hands now sported some extra long red nails that extended a centimetre past her fingertips. 

Her eyebrows had also been trimmed back to a more shapely arch that tapered to a finer point and her hair was wonderfully styled and curled and just framed her painted face well. Her ears also sported some extra long silver earrings that almost touched her shoulders and dazzled me in the strong sunlight.

I grabbed her hand and we walked together up the drive towards the parked car with Lorraine ahead busy retrieving packages from the car’s boot. She walked well in her heels but the restriction in her tight skirt meant that she had to walk quickly to maintain my speed of walking.

"It looks as though you had a busy morning," I said to the both of them as we approached the car. "Here let me help with some of those packages."

All three of us entered the thirties style house weighed down with bags and placed them on the dining room table. "Elaine couldn't resist buying some new clothes to go with her new look," said Lorraine.

"I got some good news yesterday and I just felt like celebrating with a change of look," she countered.

"From what I saw last night there wasn't much wrong with the old look," I said honestly.

Ignoring my comment, Lorraine smiled when she told me to take a seat in the lounge. "Make yourself at home and we'll be back shortly once all these packages are safely upstairs."

I sat down in the lounge and noticed that all the morning mail waiting on the coffee table was addressed to a Mr and Mrs Eric Wilson. Perhaps that was Elaine's parents but there was no evidence of their existence apart from some dated wedding photographs on the bookcase. I shrugged and picked up the Times and started reading.

Soon both were back down but only Elaine was wearing something different. "Do you like my new clothes," she gasped after her rapid flight downstairs. She wore a pair of chunky wooden platform sandals with a half-inch thick sole and 4" heel. Her tight stretch jeans were rolled up to below her knees and she wore a silky blouse with a plunging neckline that revealed what I assumed was a well endowed 34" chest.

"Well you look great," I smiled looking up from the sports page. "What do you feel like doing this afternoon?" I asked hoping that it wouldn't cost too much on my badly stretched finances.

"We intend to give you some lunch to repay you for dinner last night and then we thought we could go out for a movie later," and with that she turned and headed for the kitchen her heels clacking on the kitchen tiles.

Turning to me after placing some flowers in a vase, Lorraine said suddenly, " Elaine really likes you."

"I really like her," I responded. "She is so warm and feminine. I hope that we can become good friends."

"She likes the fact that you didn't want any pay-back last night and that you were a gentleman towards her. I also think that it must run in the family because I think your brother is a nice man too. Where is he?" she asked.

"He had to work this morning to deal with a minor emergency at a hospital but he should be free this afternoon," I said. "He told me that he would like to see you again."

"May be we could all go out together this afternoon," she said as Elaine returned with some hot soup and rolls on a tray.

"That smells nice," I said. "You haven't told me your good news yet."

"Lorraine and I are going to London in a couple of days time for two long weeks."

"Where will you be staying?" I asked surprised that she would be leaving. 

"We have a hotel booked," she added. "While we are away it will give you the perfect excuse to get on with your studies and pass those exams. I wouldn't want to distract you," Lorraine replied with a smile.

As she set the tray down, I noticed that she was playing with her long nails and was obviously unaccustomed to the longer length as she grasped her soup spoon. 

"Your nails look like they were made for scratching a man's back what possessed you to get them that long." I asked her.

"Oh I wanted to show that I was a lady of leisure while I was away. They do take some getting used to and even some basic functions such as putting on clothes are much harder to achieve. Do you like them?" she asked flashing them in front of my face like a cat with its claws.

"I think they look terrific, if my back needs scratching I'll know who to ask," I laughed. I also noticed that her simple wedding band was missing but that her hand including one thumb was full of rings of all types. She also wore several gold rope bracelets including a gold slave bracelet.

Studying her nails closely, she added. "They are virtually unbreakable and should last the time we are away. I'll have to trim them back before I get back to work, I don't think I could operate a keyboard with these."

We ate the soup and didn't speak much until we finished. Lorraine jumped up and disappeared with the empty plates.

Elaine surprised me by getting up from her chair and sat down beside me on the sofa. "I like you a lot John. Do think that we might see each other again after your exams and our holiday," she said looking demure with her eyes framed in dark eyeliner and long lashes.

"I haven't thought about anything or anybody else since last night. I even dreamt about you last night" I lied. 

"I hope that it wasn't a nightmare," she laughed.

"No I have had plenty of those lately but I just dreamt that we were walking through the park holding hands and feeding the ducks," I said quickly inventing the first romantic thing that came into my mind.

"That sounds sweet, maybe we can do that this afternoon," she said and then she leaned over and kissed me tenderly with her creamy red lips. I kept my eyes open and could see the shock on Lorraine's face as she returned from the kitchen to see our embrace and she shook her head slightly.

I winked at her and she started to smile. I could breath in Elaine's sweet perfume and could feel her breasts against my chest. Her long nails scraped against my face as she homed in and then tugged at my ear lobes. 

"Your ear lobes look good enough to chew," she said. "Have you ever thought of having one pierced?"

"No," I said, "I'm afraid I'm a bit conservative. I just like to see women wearing jewellery.

"That's a pity you would look good with a small gold loop in your left ear."

"I'll pass just now," I said hoping she would drop the subject.

"It would be easy with a large needle and an ice cube and you could wear one of my old gold sleeper studs until it heals. Go on, it would only take a minute. I would really like it." She kept on rubbing my ear and stopped to wipe the lipstick that was all over my lips.

"What would it involve," I asked lamely.

"Well we take a needle and the sleeper ring and boil them for a few minutes, we take some alcohol and rub both sides of your earlobe and an ice cube."

"An Ice cube?" I queried.

"It helps to make your ear numb so you won’t feel the needle piercing the skin," she said. "After that the sleeper goes in and is held in place with a small clip on the back."

"I don't know."

"I promise it won’t hurt and I'll give you two kisses if it does and three if it doesn't," she added.

"That might make it worthwhile," not looking forward to this procedure.

Soon I was sporting a smile, Elaine's old earring and more lipstick marks on my cheeks. It didn't hurt but how was I going to explain this to my brother and my parents.

"Now you are wearing my ring so to speak," she giggled.

I blushed and said that it would be an honour to wear it while we were friends. "The next two weeks are going to be difficult for me," I added.

"Why?"

"Because I have two weeks of revision before my finals and you will be on my mind a lot."

"You will just have to be strong and work hard. Even when I get back from our holiday I think that you will have to wait until after your last exam before we see each other again."

Trying to be sensible I replied, "so long as we can pick up where we left off."

"If you get your degree it will be worthwhile," she said as she leaned over to kiss me again.

Just then Lorraine walked back in and asked if my brother would be home yet.

"I don't know but I'll soon find out if I can use your phone."

"OK," she said. "Tell him we'll meet him at the cinema."

As I rang him, I noted Elaine's telephone number into my brain again and again until I couldn't forget it.

Soon we were on our way with Elaine and I in the back and Lorraine driving her white 3 Series BMW.

I don't remember much of the film as I stroked Elaine’s soft hair and snuggled into her perfumed neck. She reciprocated opening her mouth and using her tongue and as usual she tasted sweet and fresh.

She used those new long talons to scratch my skin on my back and neck and soon I was putting my hand on her knee and moving up the inside of her jean covered legs towards her crotch.

She clamped her thighs together just as I started to make progress trapping my hand in vice like grip. As she pulled my hand free she said, "Not now, that will be your reward after you pass your exams."

I kissed her again and fondled her breasts, which felt full and ripe. The only mystery was her nipples didn't seem to respond to my massage. They didn't perk up as I expected though Elaine's other responses were as expected.




Elaine & Me



We kissed and kissed and I gave her a small love bite on her neck and soon it was time to go. My brother gave me a smile and a wink when we walked out, as it seemed that Lorraine minus her lipstick had loosened up too.

Both girls headed for the ladies to freshen up and we split up with Lorraine heading for my brother's van while I went with Elaine to the BMW. On the way back, Elaine stopped the car near to a park entrance and she asked me if I wanted to relive my dream.

"That sounds OK. Do you have any bread?" I asked

"No but we can watch other people feeding them," she said pointing to the gathering near to the duck pond. I got out and went round to open her door and she got out and headed for the park entrance holding on to my hand.

She was still wearing those high-heeled sandals and that made her movements deliberate as she headed down the steps towards the pond. I held her hand tightly in case she slipped on the wet path. She looked so defenceless and so utterly feminine. She teetered the remaining 50 yards towards the pond with me holding on to her to prevent her falling.

"I think wearing these heels was not such a good idea on this ground," she said when we had almost arrived at the pond. "I don't usually wear them this high but I wanted to make an impression on you."

"You certainly did that." I said truthfully. "I know they are not sensible but I kind of like you wearing them. They make your legs longer and your rear wiggles sexily as you walk"

"You do, wait until you see my biggest heels at home. They must be over 5" high and they take some effort to stand in never mind walk," she joked. "These are surprisingly comfortable and they fit me well."

"I believe you," I said, "Though they don't look it."

We stood and watched the ducks being fed with my arm around her waist and her head on my shoulder. I noticed that waist seemed very narrow and was able to get my long arms around it and hug her close to me.

“You have a really narrow waist,” I said.

“I’m glad you noticed, I’ve been on a diet and I started aerobics three times a week because my middle has swollen in the last couple of weeks for some reason," she answered.

Delightful, I thought this girl is turning into my biggest fantasy, long blonde hair, long nails, red juicy lips, slim waist and high heels. It made me wonder what she saw in me with my academic record.

Soon we were back at the car and she massaged her ankles before she prepared to move off still wearing the sandals.

"Don't you find it difficult to drive wearing such high heels," I asked as she started driving.

"I used to but now I don't notice it anymore," she replied

Soon we were parking the 2.5 litre car in the garage and moving indoors. After disabling the house alarm she kicked off her sandals and sat down on the couch overlooking the huge flower garden. She reached up; I took her hand and sat down beside her. We embraced and cuddled and finally we came up for air from the strongest embrace yet.

"Could I get you to massage my feet and ankles for me, I guess my shoes didn't fit me so well after all." 

I took her foot and started working my thumbs on her soles near her toes and her arches. I sucked her toes now covered with red paint to match her fingernails.

"That feels so good, my arches are really sore after a week in heels and I guess these sandals will take a little longer to get used to," she added with a demure look at me.

As I massaged her feet with my tongue and fingertips I said, "The next few weeks had better go quickly because I would quite like to see you again." 

"They will. Before you know it, we will be back together again."

"I hope so," I replied, "the last 24 hours have been magical. I would really like to get you into bed and make love."

"Lorraine should be home soon so that will not be possible but when I get back we will get together, I promise," she said. "How do you think your exams will go?" she asked rapidly changing the subject.

"I think they should go well but I have a couple of subjects that might cause me problems. I just hope that I can get through the next few weeks."

She reached over and switched on the television and was soon watching the box with her head down on my lap. I stroked her long hair but she didn't seem to notice.

At around 6:30pm her sister walked in and started toward the kitchen. She made us a snack and talked about our day together and would we be seeing each other again.

Soon she was declaring that my brother and her would not be going any further. She liked his looks but sadly his outlook didn't match her expectations.

"His sole interest in life seems to be football and that just doesn't mean all that much to me," she declared. "He's a nice enough guy, probably hard working but he just didn't make enough effort to get to know me."

"That's a pity," I said. "Have you told him you don't want to see him again?" I asked.

"Yes just now," she replied.

"How did he take it?" I asked sitting up now Elaine had lifted her head up of my lap.

"Quite well, he just said that he hoped that you and Elaine would continue to see each other."

I looked at her and she looked at me and I said. "I know that we will be seeing each other again, unless I'm mistaken." She smiled at me with those red lips spreading wider.

Soon it was time to leave and I kissed her at her front door as she stood in her dressing gown and pink mules at the front door.

"Have a good holiday," I shouted as I left.

"Work hard, I'll see you when I get back. Bye."

I turned and ran home as quickly as I could. I had a tepid shower and crashed out in bed beside my now snoring brother. The next day I returned to my books at the campus. I realised that the only way to make the next 2 or 3 weeks go faster was to work hard and concentrate. It was going to be difficult but I had to do it. I had to make Elaine feel really proud of me

- Chapter Three - Revelations -

It had been tough, working through the night until 2 or 3 in the morning, catching naps, eating quickly, and always carrying a notebook even when visiting the toilet. It had been four weeks of the hardest and most extensive period of study I had ever been through. When the exams were over it felt that there was something missing from my life. I felt as though I should still be working flat-out.

I wouldn't know the results for another week but I felt confident enough that I would at least secure a second class honours degree and right now the only other thing on my mind was Elaine. I couldn't wait to get home and celebrate. I was already packed up and waited patiently for my brother to arrive with his van to pick up my gear.

Soon I was home and dumping my luggage in my crowded bedroom. I dumped all my dirty laundry in the basket and tidied up my books but I just couldn't settle. The pace of the exams and the revision had left me up high and seemingly unable to calm down. It was a Friday afternoon, my brother had gone back to work and Elaine would be at work so I tried to calm down.

I got my mountain bike out of the shed and gave it a thorough overhaul before heading out for a 10-mile ride over the Pentland Hills (see note below). On the way back it started to rain, but I was so happy to be able to get out after so many weeks cooped up that I ignored the mixture of rain and sweat.

At 5pm I stripped and showered, put on my best casual clothes and walked along to Elaine's house. Her white BMW was in the drive so she was home. I felt happy as I opened the gate and headed towards the front door.

I rang the doorbell and Lorraine called out, "Who's there?"

“Hi Lorraine," I shouted back. "It's John, is Elaine home?"

"No she's working late," I could hear muffled voices inside the house.

"Can I come in for a second?" I asked feeling disappointed.

"Just a second while I open the door," she replied.

I smile at the door opening to see Lorraine with her usual tanned skin looking beautiful.

"I would invite you in but I'm getting ready to go out and everything is in such a mess."

"That's OK could you please tell Elaine that I dropped by the first chance I had. Could you also ask her to call me when she gets in and I'll come right back?" I replied. 

I started to leave and then Lorraine asked me how my exams went.

"Fine I think, I should find out in a few days whether I’ve been awarded first or second class honours. I am reasonably happy with they went though."

As I went through the gate and turned to close it behind me, I looked back at the house and I'm sure I saw someone through the net curtains upstairs looking down at me. I pretended not to notice and the figure continued to watch me as I walked with hunched shoulders against the weather home. There didn't seem to be much point hanging around even if Elaine was in the house as I suspected. I could hardly go back and accuse Lorraine of lying if I was to remain good friends.

After two hours watching boring Friday night TV and tidying up my bedroom, the phone went with Lorraine on the other end.

"I'm sorry John, Elaine rang to say that she is tied up with a client and she won't be home until really late. Can you come around tomorrow?" she asked.

"Sure no problem. What time?"

"Make it after 11:00am that should be OK," Lorraine replied.

Next day I was up early, had a haircut to tidy up my scruffy long hair and bought some new shoes and jeans. Finally I bought two expensive bunches of flowers and headed back over to Elaine's house.

She opened the door on my second knock and kissed me straight on the mouth with her arms folded around my head. She was radiant, her skin brown, her make up perfect, her eyes twinkling and her eyelashes full and long and tinted dark blue.

"For me?" she asked as she grabbed the flowers with her hands and she put them to her nose. I noticed that her nails were still long and painted a deep cherry red.

Wiping the layer of lipstick from my lips, I nodded but said, "no actually they are for Lorraine for passing on the message for me yesterday."

She smiled and pretended to hit me with them before clutching them back to her chest, "Oh You."

As she dropped the flowers into her arms, I noticed that she now sported three gold loops of varying diameters in each earlobe and a gold clip near the top of each ear. Her hair was still long and blonde but tied in a ponytail.

She wore a pretty short sleeved floral print dress with flesh-coloured tights and her usual high-heeled sandals. She looked drop dead gorgeous.

I said simply. "You have no idea how much I missed you."

"I can guess," she said and she held up two fingers just an inch apart. "That much."

"I missed you more than that," and reached forward to kiss her again. As I kissed her red lips again she responded by tasting me with her tongue which forced its way past my teeth.

When I came up for air, I said. "I was going to ask if we could pick up where we left off but that kiss tells me I don't need to worry about that. The last four weeks have been the longest of my life"

"Me too, and I've thought about nothing else, " and she pulled me inside.

"Lorraine not around?" I asked.

"Nope," and she continued to pull me over to the large settee in the lounge before settling down in a tight clench. I rubbed her massive breasts and immediately noticed that something was different with nipples clearly reacting to my caresses. Soon she was moaning and kissing me back with a passion that was missing from the first period of our relationship.

Before anything more could happen I could hear Lorraine's heels on the hall floor and the front door closing. Immediately Elaine switched off and quickly came to her senses.

She shouted out. "Hi Lorraine, we are in the living room." As Lorraine entered Elaine asked, "how come you’re back so soon?"

"It's just as well I did come because you two look as though you haven't been together for decades never mind just four weeks," she smiled at me as she wiped Elaine's lipstick from my face with a hankie from her bag.

I replied, "Absence is supposed to make the heart grow fonder isn't it?"

Elaine concurred, "It's OK sister, we were just making up for lost time."

Lorraine asked Elaine to follow her into the kitchen and I soon heard the two of them in talking but not loud enough so I could understand what it was they were saying. They seemed to be having an argument but I thought sisters are always arguing and I just picked up the paper and read it.

The argument went on for about five minutes and I hoped that I would soon find out what was causing all the heated. I thought that it might be me and that Lorraine didn’t approve of me after what Frank had done. 

I was soon immersed in the paper wading through the business and travel sections quite quickly while dwelling on the sports pages. I moved slightly and saw that Lorraine had been busy shopping and had bought some new sexy lingerie from Marks and Spencer (see note) with the bags open on the floor.

I picked up the Magazine supplement and I had started reading that when the two girls clicked their heels over the hardwood floor towards me. Elaine I noticed had replaced her lipstick and looked her usual ultra feminine self while Lorraine looked just plain pretty in comparison.

They sat down either side of me and Elaine poured me a cup of coffee and then one for each other. We sat and drank for a moment not saying anything.

I looked at both of them in turn and asked. "Am I getting in the way today?"

"No. Why?" asked Elaine briskly.

"It's just that you two seemed to be having a heated discussion and I thought that I might be the cause," I said looking at Lorraine who sat back relaxed sipping her coffee.

"You are not the cause, John but your presence has focused a problem with Elaine that needs to be resolved now," Lorraine answered in between sips of her obviously hot coffee.

"Oh?" I asked this time turning towards Elaine.

She swallowed some coffee and then some saliva in a bid to make her mouth really dry and then she started what I thought was going to be the big elbow out the door. Oh well it had been good while it lasted. I was mentally getting ready to go home.

"John you know that I really like you and I want to keep seeing you. In the short time I have known you, you have shown all the right qualities I am looking for in a man. You are caring, fun to be with, romantic and a nice guy but you have to know something more about me if our relationship is to continue," said Elaine looking nervously at her sister and not back at me.

"What?" I asked still dreading that I would be shown the red card and not what I was about to hear

"John," she said looking down at her red toenails and again not at my face, "You have to realise that I was not female at birth. I am a transsexual."

I put my cup down with a bang on the table and stood up and moved away towards the window and looked out over the expanse of rain swept lawn. "What did you just say, you are not a woman?" I said as I turned.

"No John, I was Lorraine's husband Eric up until 18 months ago and with her help I have now changed into Elaine. When I said we were going on holiday to London. It wasn't so much for a holiday, it was more for my final operations to become a fully functioning female."

My jaw dropped in astonishment. My dream girl had been a guy. What in the name of hell to I do now? I loved her body and her mind but a transsexual was not something that I had expected. I should have suspected something, the broad band wedding ring, the large hands, the changes, and the letter on the table. All had been clues but I had been too naïve to notice.

"While I was away, the doctors have given me a new vagina from the remains of my penis. My breasts didn't respond very well to the hormone treatment so I had some breast implants, my Adam's apple was shaved and some fat was removed from my waist and replaced into my hips."

"Why?" I stuttered.

"Because for as long as I can remember I felt that I should have been a girl. Ever since I was four or five I wanted to wear female clothes though the closest I got apart from wearing my sister's clothes was wearing my kilt to Sunday school."

"When I married Lorraine, I tried to put those feelings away at the back of my head but they kept on resurfacing and it was only a matter of time when she noticed that her clothes were being disturbed. Finally she decided to spring a trap and hid a video camera in the bedroom and soon she confronted me with her evidence. I was devastated but instead she rapidly came to terms with it and decided to help me with my ambition to become a real woman."

"So what did you do?" I asked Lorraine.

"I forced her to confront herself. After months of cross-dressing we eventually made an appointment with our GP but he was hopeless, the old fool did the only thing that he could and referred her to a psychiatrist. After a few weeks, Elaine started wearing female clothes full time and I helped her achieve the look you see today."

"Helped her? You mean him don't you?" I asked still unsure of Elaine's true sex.

"Elaine is female and Eric no longer exists," Lorraine explained as Elaine looked on with tears running down her cheeks and taking with it dark smudges of eyeliner.

"What exactly made you decide?" I asked Lorraine still unsure of whether I wanted to stay or go home.

"After I helped Elaine dress up and applied her make-up and wig that first time, I could see that not only would she make an extremely attractive woman but that she began to feel at ease with herself. To become herself. Eric had gone. He had died while Elaine was borne. It was a transformation. I had lost my husband but I had gained a sister. It was obvious to me and to her that Elaine should begin the transition to full womanhood as quickly as possible."

"But transsexuals are not fully biological females they still have the genetic code of a male, don't they? So isn't this a charade trying to be someone you're not?" I asked. 

"Yes you are right, I'll always be a biological male but my sexual appearance now matches what my brain has wanted since I was little," said Elaine still mopping up tears with a paper handkerchief.

"Was it painful what you went through?" I asked and added "the surgery I mean."

"Yes it was painful and I'm still suffering. I have to keep my vagina from closing and I had to use dilators and douches several times a day. That part can be quite painful as my new vagina is fashioned from my penis turned inside out. I have a fully functioning clitoris as the nerving endings to the penis head were carefully retained. They didn't just cut off my penis and testicles. They used what was there to create a female sex organ complete with labia. The clitoris they created feels very sensitive but my days of ejaculating are over. With the hormone treatments I had been on that had happened anyway at least now my body is the way I want it now.

"With no testosterone being produced, I have been suffering hot flushes and that was why I wasn't able to see you last night when you came round. My hormone levels have also caused some problems with my breasts and the chest implants are also taking some getting used to.

"My scars elsewhere have healed quite well but I still have some bruising and if you want I will show you my body. I don't want to hide anything from you. I think that when you see me you will see that I can still be the woman in your life."

With that she got up and she started to slowly take her clothes off. She treated me to a striptease without the music and soon she was down to her stockings, suspenders, panties and bra.

Always the gentleman, I said, "I don't think that you have to take any more clothes off. I believe you that you have the gone the full Monty."

She walked over to me and took my hands and put them on her waist and looked into my eyes. "I know that I deceived you but I honestly thought that you wouldn't want to go through with a long term relationship. That was the only reason I didn't tell you sooner. I'll understand it if you want to go home now and never want to see me again. I'll be devastated because I've grown to like you a lot and you seem to have taken this revelation quite well."




Elaine & Me



I looked into her eyes and drew her close and gave her a cuddle and a kiss on her bare shoulder. "I want you take off your panties and bra now. Let me see what you look like," I whispered in her ear.

"OK," and she stood back sniffing back the tears but still steady in her skyscraper heels.

The bra was quickly detached and she handed it to me and I noted it had a 36C-cup size on the back. It was lacy and had a silky texture and it was warm and smelled of her perfume.

She started tugging at her tight fitting panties that fitted her wide hips so well. Apart from the lack of pubic hair that was still growing back and some bruising, it looked like a female vulva. She spun round and I was sure I was looking a beautiful woman. There was no body hair anywhere apart from that stubble at her crotch while her legs seemed to go on forever.

"I'm still a little tender down there but the doctor has said that very gentle intercourse is possible. Do you want to try?" she asked.

"No not yet, I'm still coming to terms with what you have told me. Obviously the first thing that drew me towards you was your physical appearance. I thought you were gorgeous when I first saw you in that pub. Obviously this revelation changes things slightly. I mean as a former man we can't get married or you can't conceive. I would have liked to marry you and start a family. Now I don't see how we can." I said looking at her she started to put her clothes back on. Finally I added, "You must know that you are the most gorgeous creature that I have ever met."

"There are ways around all of those problems," she declared. "We can get legally married abroad. Several countries allow transsexuals to marry and Lorraine has agreed to help us with the conception and birth of a child. If you do decide to continue, you will in effect be marrying both of us."

"You talk of marriage as though it is still something that is possible. I'm sorry Elaine this has knocked the wind out of sails and it will take time to adjust. I would like to start again and see what develops. We are both young and there is plenty of time."

"Does that mean that you still want to have a relationship with me?" she asked with her usual pouting lips staring at me. 

I took my time and paced about the room with two pairs of eyes watching my every move. I walked back to the window and looked out again, my dreams had been shattered but I was still captivated and fascinated by her. Most of all I really loved her. This was going to be difficult then I spoke. “I need time, to think about this, OK. I think I would like to have some time by myself now.”

I walked through to the hall and Elaine followed me like a lost little lamb pulling on her top clothes. I got my jacket and put it on and with one last despairing look from her, I said goodbye.

As I went through the door, I put my hands in my pockets and trudged up the drive. About half way up I looked back, half expecting her to be standing in the doorway. However the door was closed and I could just imagine (or I hoped I could imagine) the tears that were being shed inside instead.

Instead of walking home, for some reason I found myself turning right. Perhaps it was because I knew that it would bring me back past the gates to her house again that I went that way.

Anyway I didn’t know what to think anymore. I had had my suspicions that something wasn’t right but now they had been confirmed. I suspected that Elaine and Lorraine were having a lesbian affair or something and that I was getting in the way. But this was completely unexpected. I was numb, my stomach was churning. I had been dating a guy, kissing a guy and a guy had been kissing me. This was weird, I knew I wasn’t a homosexual, that was what attracted me to Elaine in the first place. She wasn’t a drag queen or some obvious transvestite, she had the appearance of a woman. A very feminine woman.

I knew I was naïve but this, I hadn’t expected this. Who would, it’s not every day that you meet a transsexual? I continued to walk despite the slight drizzle that had started. I tossed the questions up in the air and tried to catch the answers but I was having problems because I didn’t have enough hands and those I did have weren’t budging from my warm pockets.

I thought hard about my future and how it would be with her and without her. She was great fun to be with, she was wealthy, I wasn’t, she was beautiful and I loved the way she looked. She was extremely convincing and she definitely liked me. Or at least she did until I left.

Perhaps I could start another relationship in time and forget all about her? Get married to a nice girl, get a mortgage on a 3 bedroom semi detached house, have 3 kids and work from 9 to 5 every day and go home again. Have a fortnight every year in Marbella or Majorca and go round to her mother’s for Christmas Dinner.

Is that what I wanted? The alternative would be Elaine, who lived impulsively, who lived in the fast lane, who knew what a man like me loved and what she loved in a man.

Could she really be that bad for me to react the way I did? Did she deserve it? Well she had deceived me but then again she had told me. She hadn’t taken the relationship much further than a few days. Her sister had been the reason that happened though. If Lorraine hadn’t forced her, we would probably still be together.

OK maybe that meant she was frightened to lose me. Tell me and I go out and walk in the rain for a little bit or not come back. That was not something she wanted. She wanted me, she really did. 

The trouble was I knew in my heart I wanted her and I turned and walked back through the now heavy rain back to the gate. I stood at the gate looking at the lights in the house, standing like some frighten rabbit caught in the glare of a car headlamp. The rain was getting heavier and after 10 minutes I was soaked through. I had to make up my mind, I could either walk past or go back in. I know what she and I really wanted but I was still feeling nervous when stood dripping water on the doorstep and rang the doorbell.

Lorraine answered the door, “She is in the living room, just go on through.”

“Thanks Lorraine,” I said and walked through to the living room where she was perched on the massive settee.

She turned as I entered and smiled. I just stood there dripping water all over the clean carpet and she came running. “You came back, you came back,” she said squealing with delight.

“Yes I came back, please give me a little time, but yes I would like to remain your boyfriend, if you will have me."

The kiss told me the answer and I melted, I knew I was hooked. As I held her I looked over at Lorraine and watched her leave the room with tears in her eyes.

- Chapter Four – Our Relationship Starts -

I telephoned my folks to say that I would be staying at Elaine's house for the rest of the weekend. She put on a flowing kaftan robe and we went back to the settee where we cuddled and kissed 

"I feel so happy that you haven't left me to go home," she said in between a heavy bout of kissing. “Where did you go, what did you do?”

“Oh I just wandered about in the rain, thinking things through in my mind. I never imagined this would happen, I thought of the alternatives and what you meant to me,” I answered honestly.

“Well what do I mean to you?” she asked.

“This,” and I reached forward and gently kissed her on the lips. "Heh, I've just realised that I just kissed a guy and it didn't feel too bad," I joked.

"I'm not a guy anymore," she looked at me with her lip turned down.

"Just kidding, no guy could ever look like you and from what I've seen you are more woman than I could possibly imagine. Since I met you have been in my thoughts constantly and I hope that I can be part of your life for a long time to come."

With that she pulled me down onto her lips again and I parted them with my tongue. She allowed me to enter her mouth and soon she was darting her tongue into my mouth as our saliva mixed together.

When I pulled back I said, "have you done anything to your lips? They seem so much more fuller and kissable."

"It took you a while to notice but yes the doctors gave me collagen injections to make the lips thicker and to have more pout."

"I think they succeeded." I added looking into her doe-like eyes. I think I was falling in love.

"John, I want to show you my commitment for you. I have never done this with a man before but I really want to give you an orgasm in the only way I know how."

"What do you want to do?" I asked.

"Will you go upstairs and take a shower and then go to the middle bedroom and I'll soon show you what I want you to do."

I was soon scrubbed clean and was towelling myself dry, when Lorraine walked in the unlocked bathroom.

"I'm sorry," she said as I quickly pulled the towel across my middle. "I didn't realise you were in here but I really needed to use the toilet."

"I'll get out of the way," and left her while I headed to Elaine's room.

Entering she was in a pretty lace night-dress and I came right over to her and kissed her on the mouth before moving to both breasts.

"Oh John that was so wonderful. Now it is my turn to show affection towards you. I want you to lie down on the bed with your arms outstretched."

"Why?"

"Just do it and shut your eyes."

"OK." And seconds later my wrists were secured to the bedposts by two hidden handcuffs.

"What?"

"I don't want any interruptions," she said, "and the handcuffs ensure that. I hope you don't mind some mild bondage but I want to gag you with this now.

She was holding up something that looked like it came off a pool table with a leather strap and buckles.

"What the hell is that?" I shouted. 

"It's called a ball gag and I want you to wear it as you go into orgasm," and with that she inserted it into my mouth stretching my lips uncomfortably. My teeth stopped my tongue pushing it out however as she moved her breasts in front of my face she reached and tightened the buckle of the strap behind my head.

"The last part is this face piece that straps across the front and it gives you a really helpless look. I hope you enjoy this," she said as she buckled the four straps. 

I just shook my head but couldn’t talk. She treated me to the sight of her gorgeous body. She floated about in a pair of wicked looking black patent 4” stilleto heels.

She put her leg across my body and knelt such that her hehind was on my stomach. She bent forward and kissed my forehead, then she said, “relax this is my gift to you for coming back to me. I want to please you now like you have never ever been before.”

With my lips covered she smothered the rest of my face with kisses, she nibbled and bit at my ear lobes, I just lay there, my eyes changing from wide open to closed as she touched each new erogenous zone on my body. I could feel her take my ear ring into her mouth and move it with tongue. She sucked it hard and then stuck her tongue into my ear.

Soon she was licking and teasing my chest and nipples with her tongue. She spent a few minutes on both nipples teasing them and biting them gently. Alternating between them, I looked down and could see her blonde mane moving across. I could feel the roughness of her tongue.

Still she wasn’t finished, slowly she licked down my long hairless torso and it seemed obvious where she was headed. She reached my navel and her tonque probed inside it, the feeling was electric as she guided herself down still further.

She licked and kissed the inside of each leg, and cradled my balls with her hand. Her long nails were still squeezing and playing with my nipples. She would pinch them and pull them out gently. Her nails looked like clippers with my soft flesh caught in between. I was so turned by this witch and I couldn’t lift a finger to help but then that had been her plan.

My penis was fully erect and she scraped at it with her nails as she finally guided it into her wet mouth. I looked down between my legs and saw her take all 7 inches with great relish into her mouth. She started bobbing up and down and when she could feel that I was coming she would stop and concentrate on my breasts again. This went on several time, each time I was becoming more desperate, I cried through the gag asking for release from both the bonds and my erection. 

Finally this six or seventh time, she kept me in her mouth and seconds later I was spent. She swallowed every drop of my sperm production of the last few days and it was without doubt the best orgasm of my entire life.

As my erection subsided, she lay alongside me still tweaking my nipples and I tried to remind her of my still helpless state.

“Oh OK, I’ll let you loose now, if that’s what you want,” she said

She quickly released me and then snuggled her head up into my armpit. I stroked her hair and I finally I got my breath back enough to speak. "That was incredible you know exactly how to please a man."

"May be it’s because I was a man in a past life," she smiled. "I just want to make you happy and I hope that our relationship can grow. I have never ever done that before and I just wanted to show how much I cared about you."

"Elaine, I have been thinking that for this relationship to work, no one must realise that you are a transsexual. I'll have to expect you to be as feminine as possible in your mannerisms at all times. You may not like it but that must mean you wearing a dress or skirts only. Please do not cut your hair and despite your work, I like your long nails so please do not shorten them. You walk so well in heels and I want to see you wear them all the time even in the house here."

"If it pleases you master," she interrupted.

"It's not that, you are my icon of femininity and I do not want you to change, so promise you'll do all that for me."

"I promise because it's an easy promise to keep. I like wearing that stuff anyway though it will be interesting so see me riding a horse in a skirt tomorrow," she said.

"What will happen between you and Lorraine now I'm here," I asked ignoring her last comment. 

"We should continue to be good friends and act like sisters rather than as husband and wife, our divorce came through two weeks ago, so technically I am a single woman now but my birth certificate cannot be changed."

"I don't even know what age you are. What age are you Elaine?" I asked

"How about 25 days old!" she replied laughing.

"No how old are you really?" I replied.

"I was 19 three months ago why?"

"It is just that you look so much older, so much more mature. You look and act so much like a lady. If you are only 19, when did you and Lorraine get spliced?" I asked finally.

"I had just turned 17 (see note) when we were married and it was good to begin with but then she caught me out and those events have led me to live as a woman for the last 2 years or so."

"You do it so well, like you have been a woman all your life."

"That's thanks to Lorraine who helped me make the transition. She gave me lessons in all manner of things including how to wash dishes correctly and all the other domestic and unglamorous chores a girl must do."

"Like ironing and hoovering," I said smiling.

"Like those, Lorraine was pleased when I took up all the chores that I took for granted as being her responsibility."

I lay on my side with Elaine pushing her buttocks back into my front. She snuggled down under the quilt and fell asleep with her head on my arm. Soon we were both fast asleep.

- Chapter Five – Sunday with Elaine -

I woke up to find Elaine still asleep and attached to me like a limpet. I looked at her face in close and could see nothing in it to indicate any trace of a male past. Her pierced ears and the three hoops in each side, her eyebrows plucked into a fine arch. Her nose seemed pert with small nostrils through which I could see her quietly breathing. Looking at her luscious lips I leaned over and kissed her.

She woke up and stretched hard. "What time is it?"

"8:30am," I replied briefly

"What! I have to be at the stables at 9:30 to exercise my horse."

"Won't that be painful after your surgery?" I asked after swinging my legs out of bed.

"Yes it will be a little sore, but I'll take some painkillers and I can't wait to get back in the saddle. Race you to the toilet," and with that she was gone to take the first call of nature. I strolled after her to find her rising after urinating. She wiped her front and put the tissue in the bowl.

"I like sitting down now, it means not missing the pan like I used to. I'm still finding out how to control my urination muscles now that I no longer have a penis. It's a weird feeling."

With the bowl free, I urinated into it and flushed our combined waste products into the sewer system. I could see that she must have still been having problems because there were small pieces of dried blood in the bowl. The tissue was also discoloured.

"When do you have your next check-up," I asked concerned at what I had just seen.

"On Wednesday, why?" She replied as she stood in front of me with her hands on hips.

"Oh just after seeing what I've flushed down the toilet that's all."

"The blood clots?" she asked. "That's nothing to what I had just after the operation. I could hardly walk it was so painful. Little by little it's been getting better. Sometimes I think that the pain was too much and that I shouldn't have gone through with it but Lorraine has told me that I have changed quite a lot in the last few weeks. Maybe it's the lack of male hormones or something but I'm more at ease with myself. Like this is the way it should be."

We showered together and paid special attention to her nipples and vulva despite being still off limits but she soaped me up and played with my tool until I was spotlessly clean. Soon we were back in the bedroom and she started putting on her riding clothes. When I asked her to wear feminine clothes I hadn't imagined this.

Soon she was standing before me with a tight pair of riding breeches that showed the lines of her panties underneath, she wore a pair of knee high black riding boots while she wore a blouse and white cravat necktie covered by a black riding jacket. In her hand she had her whip, gloves and a black velvet-riding hat. 

"Well do you think this feminine enough?" she asked.

"I think you look tremendous, I'm just jealous of the horse who has to support such a gorgeous rear." As she turned to look as I added. "Your bum looks like it was designed to sit in a saddle, your hips are wide and your crotch looks flat and feminine."

She sat down on the dressing table stool and quickly tied her hair into a ponytail before putting it into a hair net. She added some mascara and some lipstick and I watched as she added some blush to her cheeks. I stood at the door and offered to carry her helmet, gloves and whip downstairs as she went through to say goodbye to Lorraine.

We grabbed a quick coffee and buttered bread roll before driving out to the stables. Her horse was in his own box in a farm devoted to equestrian use. She quickly led him out and tacked him up after giving him a thorough inspection.

"I haven't seen him for nearly a week and he is being well looked after here," she said as I gave her a lift up into the saddle. She settled into the saddle and tossed the car keys to me. "I'll be going quite far so if you would like to make yourself comfortable in the car, I'll be back in about half an hour."

"OK, Enjoy yourself," I said as she gathered up the reins and headed out to the bridal path adjoining the stables.

She waved goodbye as I settled back to wait in the comfortable car to wait for her return. After a while watching the other girls and women tacking up and leaving with their mounts, it struck me that this activity at least in Britain seemed an almost exclusively female pre-occupation and Elaine seemed so perfect in this role.




Elaine at the Party



Author's note: This story takes place before the Taking Elaine series. It might help to read that first, but is not essential. Enjoy!

*****

Elaine could not believe she was doing this, that she had let Amanda talk her into it, but here she was.

"I don't know, Red," Elaine said, calling her roommate by her pet name. She was showing her nervousness and second thoughts. She had never done anything remotely like this before.

Amanda poured her lover a very full glass of wine.

"Second thoughts, Laney?" Amanda said. She was the only person who had ever called Elaine "Laney". Elaine thought she would probably hate it if anyone else did.

"Yeah. Maybe. I don't know." She took a big drink of the wine.

Amanda sat down in front of Elaine, blue eyes meeting blue eyes.

"Listen, Laney," Amanda said and took Elaine's hands. "You and I both know that what has gone on between us has been wonderful. Amazing. But, we also know that you need a man's touch and a man's sex, too. I cannot fulfill all your needs."

"But men have been so disappointing for me," Elaine said. Amanda rubbed her thumbs on the backs of Elaine's small, soft hands. "All my good sex, ever, has been with you. What if this is disappointing, too?"

"Boys have been disappointing, Laney," Amanda said. "There is a world of difference between the Justins of the past and the men who will be at this party tonight. These, men," and she accented the men heavily, "know what they are doing."

"You promise it will be good?"

"I promise that you will have your first orgasm with a man ever."

"And if I don't?"

"Then I will make you cum for days to make up for it. Besides, when it comes to you, when have I ever been wrong?"

Elaine took another big gulp of wine. She knew she was going to do this, but it terrified her.

---

Elaine had met Amanda working at the lodges on the South Rim of the Grand Canyon. Elaine was a benefits clerk in the human resources office while Amanda was a front desk clerk at one of the lodges. They had been assigned as roommates and had been an unlikely pair from the beginning. Elaine was thin, with dark blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes. She had a shy and retiring disposition, shy to the point of being completely alone for much of her life. Amanda was loud, confident. Her most distinctive feature were the huge red curls that covered her head that added a loud burst of color to any scene.

Oddly enough, they had gotten along well from the start. Amanda took her quiet roommate under her wing and helped her enjoy life more. Elaine enjoyed the laughter and brightness that Amanda had brought into her dull and lonely life.

It had only been a matter of time before they became lovers, too. Amanda had made no secret about her bisexuality, but had not pressed things with Elaine. Elaine, for her part, had never had a sexually satisfying experience in her life. She had had boyfriends, but none of them could ever really touch her needs and she wound up becoming celibate because, to her, bad sex was simply not worth the effort. She had never even had an orgasm.

All that changed with her first night with Amanda. Amanda had brought Elaine to a climax for the first time ever, and had only been mildly surprised when the beautiful shy woman had cried afterwards in joy and relief. Amanda took the lead in their relationship, slowly bringing out Elaine's submissive side. In public, they were simply best friends and the happiness of that friendship made others around them feel better, too. In private, they played rape games with strap-ons and mistress-slave. Amanda taught Elaine to perform oral sex on a woman, and Elaine was an eager learner.

After almost a year as lovers, things began to change. Elaine chafed at her job and wanted to return fulltime to her career as a graphic designer. She was already planning on leaving the Grand Canyon and moving to Prescott, Arizona to do freelance work. Amanda had encouraged this move and assured her of frequent visits.

However, before she moved out, Amanda had persuaded Elaine to go to a party in Las Vegas. It was going to be a sex party. More specifically, a sex slave party. Amanda wanted to present Elaine as her slave and share her quiet lover with the men at the party. Elaine had been horrified by the idea at first, but she found it compelling, too. The more Amanda talked to her about it, the more Elaine found her resistance weakening, a familiar occurrence with her roommate. After being reassured of her anonymity, she had agreed.

Amanda had a secret she was keeping from her trusting lover. Amanda was not what she seemed. There was an organization usually simply called the Association. It was a regulating body for slaves. Women would sign papers that made them slaves and the Association, with its volumes of rules and regulations, made sure the slaves were treated (within the context of being personal sex slaves) well, and ensured the property rights of the owners.

Amanda was what they called a "roper". For some reason, and no one quite understood the mechanism, people like Amanda were particularly good at finding submissive women who would make good slaves. Put her in a room full of women and Amanda would unerringly find the submissives. She had targeted Elaine from the beginning, Elaine was one of the most natural slaves that Amanda had ever seen. Normally, Amanda could get a woman to sign her slave papers within a few weeks, sometimes less, but she had lingered with Elaine for a year, always finding a reason to put off enslaving and selling her wonderful roommate.

Things were moving to a conclusion now, though. Amanda had helped engineer Elaine's move to Prescott, away from the friends and acquaintances she had at the Grand Canyon. Elaine had no family, her parents were dead and her brother lived out of the country. If she disappeared, no one would really notice. This party was a way of showing Elaine to potential buyers, a way for them to take a "test drive" to see if they wanted to buy her.

Elaine knew nothing of this.

---

Amanda had Elaine relaxed. She looked at the beautiful woman she had enticed into going to a party where multiple men she had never met would be having sex with her. Elaine was about 5'2", maybe a little bit under. She had a slim build, with a flat stomach and a pair of small perky breasts. Elaine had been conscious of her limited cleavage, but Amanda's praise and frequent attention to them made her feel better and more confident. Elaine had great legs: thin calves and wonderful silky thighs that had made Amanda happy on many occasions. Elaine's ass was a work of art, firm with gentle curves and a lovely pale complexion. Amanda had convinced Elaine to let her eat a piece of cake off it for her birthday; that had been a wonderful night. Elaine had straight, dark blonde hair that fell to just below her shoulders. Elaine had been growing it out for a while and was planning on doing it more. She had a lovely face, round with full cheeks and a pert nose. The most striking thing about her face, and really about her entire body, were the big blue eyes that stared back with intelligence and shyness. Her eyes displayed an openness and innocence, but a barrier that some mistook as snobbishness. Her eyes pulled you in, but the barrier pushed many away.

"No butt stuff, right?" Elaine said, looking for reassurance. 

"That's what the color of your mask means."

"Condoms?"

"Required."

Elaine finished her glass. The wine was already radiating warmth out from her core and whatever inhibitions she had were rapidly dissipating. 

"Okay, get me ready," Elaine said, surrendering herself to the moment.

Amanda had brought them to the big house in the Las Vegas suburbs. So far, Elaine had not seen another person. They had entered through the back garage door and gone straight to a small bedroom in the basement. Amanda had arranged it all and had disappeared briefly, leaving Elaine alone. When she had returned, Amanda had a black velvet box, a small bag, and a bottle of wine.

"Shower first," Amanda said. They had driven the four plus hours from the Grand Canyon and even in an air-conditioned car, they were both a little sweaty.

Elaine was not surprised and actually a little relieved when Amanda stepped into the shower with her. They both drank some more wine and Elaine enjoyed Amanda's hands washing her and enjoyed washing her toned girlfriend, too. She was getting more into the mood, more turned on and sexually aware.

By the time they had finished, Elaine was definitely on her way to being drunk and ready for some sex. Amanda dried and brushed Elaine's hair and inspected her. They had had Elaine's finger and toenails done in a dark shade of red and given her legs a good waxing yesterday. Her bush was neatly trimmed, though Amanda did get out the scissors and trimmed a few stray hairs.

"How do I look?"

"Sweetie," Amanda purred, "I'm half tempted just to keep you here and have you for myself all night."

"And I'm half tempted to let you."

They were silent for a moment and the sounds of the party, already underway, reached them through the walls.

"Let's finish up," Amanda said.

She took out a thin, silk lined leather collar and hooked it around Elaine's slender neck. Amanda kissed her neck briefly. Next, she pulled out a pair of fur lined metal cuffs and clicked them on Elaine's wrists. They had done enough bondage that this was old hat for Elaine, but for the first time Amanda was not going to be the one using her.

Elaine was in a haze as Amanda opened the box that held her mask. It was pretty, Elaine thought. It was red with glitter that would cover her nose, eyes and forehead. A spray of three long bright feathers went from the top with a cluster of smaller ones around the edges.

"Blue means oral, violet vaginal," Amanda explained as she showed Elaine the mask. "Orange means condoms. The little ones are for decoration." Amanda lied about that. The little feathers marked her as a potential sale and limited her to specific men. "If you get a chance to look at other girls' masks you might see other colors. Some mean anal, others that it is okay to fist or whip the girl. No one does anything not indicated by the mask. You don't want to get blacklisted from these parties." That much was true.

Amanda put the mask on Elaine, making sure it was comfortable but would stay on during the rough night ahead. A little spirit gum, some hair clips and a string around the back and her work was done.

"You're beautiful, Laney," Amanda said as she looked her roommate over. "Let's finish getting you ready."

Amanda stepped behind Elaine and began kissing her neck. Her hands roamed over her bound lover's body, teasing her nipples and slipping into her slit. Amanda knew Elaine's body and knew how to get it turned on and ready.

Elaine was wet, her nipples erect and hard when Amanda hooked the leash to her collar and gave it a tug. She still wondered what the hell she was doing, but let Amanda lead her out to be fucked by strange men she had never met and probably would never see again.

Once into the basement hall, the noise was louder. There was music playing, some sort of funk dance mix, and a background drone of conversation. Elaine could begin to pick up the sounds of sex, of moaning and the rhythmic slapping of flesh on flesh.

"Wait a minute," Elaine said and stopped. "Where's your mask?" She looked at her roommate. Amanda was in a teddy with a pair of crotchless panties and some high-heeled sandals.

"Come on, Laney," Amanda said with a laugh, "do you really think any mask would disguise me?" She flipped her unruly head of curls around. "Besides, I know most of the people here anyway. And I'm your mistress, not a slave."

"But aren't you going to..." Elaine let it hang.

"Fuck? Definitely. But tonight is about you."

Amanda gave the leash a tug and they started walking again.

"What about a safe word?"

"There aren't any."

Amanda pulled Elaine to the stairs and up into the party.

From behind her mask, Elaine surveyed the scene. Her first thought was that this was a big living room. There was a bar off to one side where a collared girl in a black negligee poured drinks. A high vaulted ceiling rose overhead with fans slowly turning. By the bar, a gas fireplace burned, adding more mood than warmth though Elaine noted it was warm in the room, perfect for naked guests, she assumed. Several doors and hallways led off and sliding doors opened out onto a patio illuminated by tiki torches. In the room were several modular couches and chairs, all expensive and comfortable looking. Elaine found the décor pleasing, modern with a hint of rustic western.

Having done a thorough study of the physical features of the room, she began to notice the people. There were maybe a dozen men, mostly white and she guessed in their thirties and forties, though it was hard to tell. All wore plain black masks that covered their eyes and the tops of their faces, some were naked, some only wore jeans. Every cock she saw was bigger than any of her previous boyfriends, and she studied them intently knowing that some of them were going to be inside her. There were a handful of women, certainly less women than men. She saw a blonde bent over one of the chairs, getting a hard fucking from behind and another on her back on an ottoman getting fucked while another man fucked her face. A third was on her knees sucking another man's cock. Aside from the bartender, these were the only women.

A group of four men stood by the fireplace with drinks in their hands and looked at Elaine and Amanda as they entered and stopped at the doorway. Elaine leaned back, getting ready to flee. "This was crazy, this was dirty. How could she do this?" She wondered to herself. She wanted to run away and be done with this.

Amanda gave the leash a sharp jerk and started towards the men by the fireplace. Elaine's heart was racing and her pussy was getting wetter by the second as the moment neared. If she yelled "no" would anyone listen? Would they stop and let her go? Would she want them to?

They passed the girl getting fucked on the ottoman, Elaine could hear and smell the fucking and saw the man in her pussy throw his head back in ecstasy. Elaine did not need to be told that he had cum. The girl, a curvy brunette whose boobs hung down and swayed in rhythm to her violation, moaned around the cock in her mouth. Elaine knew that could, that would, be her soon.

They were at the fireplace. Amanda greeted two of the men with a quick kiss. Elaine blushed furiously, realizing what a piece of meat she had become. Amanda whispered something to one of the men, he nodded and headed towards the hallway. Then she leaned in to another and whispered in his ear for a few seconds. He smiled and Amanda handed him Elaine's leash. Amanda blew her roommate a kiss and followed the man down the hallway.

---

Roy Barnhardt sat on a chair with a drink. He had just finished with some nameless blonde with a tight asshole. He was having a good night. He was easily the youngest man here, but was getting known by the right people. His friend, and former step-father, Greg had gotten him the invitation to this party. Roy potentially had the resources to buy a slave, it would strain his liquid assets for a while, but he could do it. The problem was he had not found a slave he wanted to own enough to put that sort of strain on his finances. Besides, he was having a lot of fun being brought in to fuck other men's slaves.

There was a flash of red at the door and Roy, along with everyone else in the room turned to look. He first saw Amanda; the red hair was impossible to miss. He had never met her before, but anyone in the region knew of the Redheaded Roper. She had a very smug and proud look on her face and held a leash dramatically over her shoulder.

Roy's eyes followed the leash back and his life changed. She was beautiful. The slender body, the small firm breasts, flat stomach, perfect thighs and bound hands entranced him. Her neatly trimmed dark blonde bush caught a glimmer of light from the room and he could see her lower lips puffy with arousal. He had never seen a body he wanted to possess more. Her demeanor caught him, too. Her big blue eyes took in the room, there was fear and arousal, a questioning of whether or not she should be here. She was innocent and he felt she always would be. When she started to pull away and Amanda jerked the leash to take her across the room, Roy started to get hard again.

He watched her walk across, pulled by the leash. His eyes dropped to her perfect ass, the curves and firmness were amazing. He noted a small, turtle tattoo on her upper right butt cheek. He wanted her, but the mask told a different story. The red mask meant that she was not yet a slave, but could be available. The smaller feathers said that there was already a potential buyer lined up and the slave was off limits to general use. The way Amanda was heading straight for Frank Goller and his cronies, she guessed it was him.

Roy had to have that woman. He did not know who she was or how he would get her, but he would find all that out in time. He would find her and he would take her.

---

Elaine was on her own. The three men formed a circle around her. Hands began caressing her naked body. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. What was the worst thing that could happen to her? She'd get gangbanged? Wasn't that what she was here for? Hands rubbed her small, sensitive breasts. Another hand grabbed her ass while more caressed her thighs, working their way up. A hand touched her cheek and turned her head. Elaine parted her lips and she was kissed. After being with Amanda for so long, it was strange to feel stubble when she kissed, but not as strange as the male finger that parted her lower lips and slipped inside her wet slit. 

Elaine started at that contact and probably would have bolted and run except for the men surrounding her.

"Just relax," a deep voice said softly in her ear. "It will be okay."

There was a mouth on her breast, biting roughly on her sensitive nipple. She tried to pull away, but could not. The finger in her pussy pushed in deeper, exploring her.

"Let's do her on the ottoman," she heard a man behind her say. "It's open now."

Elaine wanted to protest, but her hair was grabbed and a man roughly kissed her. For a moment, she was overwhelmed by the sensations. She was being kissed, her nipple sucked, her pussy fingered and her ass groped. Her mind was still not sure about this, but her body knew what it wanted.

There was a tug on the leash and Elaine was being pulled to the middle of the room. She stumbled, but was caught and half carried. One of the men was scooting the square footstool into almost the exact center of the room and she could see people turning to watch what was going to happen to her.

This was too much. She did not want to be on display while being fucked and decided it was time to put a stop to this. Just as soon as she could, she was going to run and find Amanda.

Elaine was flipped onto her back and two men gently set her down on the stool. The third man stepped in between her legs and pushed them apart.

"Nice thighs," he complimented her.

Elaine looked at his cock as he stroked it. It was much bigger than any one she had ever had inside her before. Someone handed him a condom and he unrolled it, readying to fuck her. Elaine was scared, close to panic. Again, she asked herself why she had agreed to this. She tried to rise, but two men held her down. She looked up at the masked men pushing her down and saw no compassion, only lust and desire in their eyes.

The cock pressed against her lower lips. This was going to happen. He stared down at her helpless body and began pushing into her. Elaine bit her lip to keep from crying out as he slowly pushed deeper and deeper into her. She had never had a cock like that inside her before, the size and warmth were different from anything Amanda had done to her.




Elaine at the Party



When he was all the way in, he stopped and held her there. He stroked her legs and looked her in the eyes. Elaine did not know this man, she had no idea who he was, but his penis was deep inside her body and he would use her for his pleasure. He slid back slowly, a look of complete concentration in his eyes as he savored the feel of her.

It was too late now to stop, this was happening. Elaine looked around; people had gathered and were watching her get fucked. She wondered how many would have her tonight. There were many people watching her, but no Amanda.

He pushed back in, and then began slowly fucking her. Elaine bit her lip. This hurt, he was stretching her in a way she had never felt before. She started to understand the difference between men and boys. She could feel the orgasm already building. The slow pleasure emanated from her core as he began to pick up the pace and fuck her faster and harder. The pain, the sense of fullness, the pressure and stimulation of her clit and her pussy and the helplessness of being used all built until she could not hold it back anymore. He slammed into her once more and Elaine yelled out, her body exploding and she had her first climax ever with a man. It was possible, it could happen, a man could satisfy her the way Amanda could and even better, because as much as she desired Amanda, she still wanted men more.

She moaned and panted, then her head was turned to the side. She felt something push against her lips, something wet and sticky. She opened her eyes to see one of the men holding her press his cock against her mouth.

"Open up," he said and smacked his hard cock against her face.

Barely aware of what she was doing, Elaine parted her lips and his shaft entered her mouth. Elaine had never been that good at sucking cock. Her boyfriends, such as they were, had appreciated her efforts, but had usually given up on her and just fucked her to get off. No one had ever cum in her mouth and she regretted that. She wanted to be able to please a man with just her mouth. Amanda had given her a few lessons with a strap-on, including her first taste of deep throating. But, Amanda fully admitted that there was no substitute for the real thing. She let him do the work, just kept her mouth open and let him push deeper and deeper into her mouth while the other man pounded away at her pussy.

The hard rod of flesh in her mouth was interesting. The pre-cum tasted salty and a little sticky. She wanted to keep him just in her mouth, but he grabbed the back of her head and pushed deeper. He reached the back of her mouth and she gagged, as she did he forced his way into her throat. Another orgasm hit her and she arched her back and moaned around the gagging shaft in her throat. She was filled mouth and pussy, she felt so dirty and so alive.

She had no idea how long this went on, but the thrusting in her pussy became more intense and with a few hard final thrusts, he came. He pulled out and Elaine felt sore and empty. The man in her mouth pulled out, too.

"Get her on her knees," he said.

Strong hands lifted Elaine off the ottoman. She was moved to the floor, on her knees. Her pussy was dripping from the amazing fucking she had just received, she tried to see the man who had done that to her, but he had already disappeared into the crowd.

There was a cock in front of her face, the same one that had just been in her mouth. It was slick and wet with her saliva. She nodded and opened her mouth again. He grabbed her head with both hands, pushed back in and he was quickly into her throat again. Elaine gagged and thrashed, but he held her tightly and fucked her face. He was fast and rough, but all Elaine could do was take it. Her eyes watered, but she was finally rewarded with a mouth full of sticky, salty cum. A man had cum in her mouth for the first time.

"Swallow it," the man holding her hair ordered. Elaine gagged, it was a mouthful, but she managed to get almost all of it. A little dribbled down her chin. He wiped it with his finger and stuck it in her mouth to clean it off. "Good girl," he said and headed to the bar with a satisfied bounce in his step.

Elaine knelt on the floor and wondered what was going to happen to her next. She was vaguely aware that a room full of people had just watched her get fucked and give a man head. However, she had a more pressing concern at the moment; there had been three men with her, where was the third?

"Open up," a voice said. The third man, younger and thinner than the other two now stood in front of her. "I want to start with your mouth before I take a dip in that luscious pussy."

Elaine took a deep breath. She was new to this, it would take her a second, and she wanted a little respite.

He smacked his cock into her face.

"Suck it," he ordered. There was firmness and a hint of danger in his voice. She had no idea what he would do if she did not obey, but she did not want to find out.

"Just..." Elaine started to say, trying to get a break, but as soon as she opened her mouth even a little to speak, he rammed his cock in.

"No talking, just suck it."

Elaine felt so used and so objectified, it was humiliating but she was as turned on as she had ever been. She began gently sucking his shaft and moved her head up and down on it. She hoped she was doing a good job.

"You'll need some more practice," he told her. "But I can make it better."

He grabbed her hair and forced her head down, he slid into her throat, choking her.

"There," he said and slowly lifted her head up. "That's better. You just sit there and I'll do what I need to."

Elaine closed her eyes and let him fuck her face. She finally got the rhythm down enough that she could time her breathing with his penetrating shaft. Elaine was coming to the conclusion that she really did not like deep throating men, but that was one of the things that made it so intoxicating and so arousing.

"Look at me," he ordered, "I want to see those blue eyes."

Elaine forced her eyes open, they were watering, but she looked up at him. He smiled, and there was a predatory gleam in his brown eyes. He seemed very happy and satisfied making her do this. She found herself wanting to please him, wanting to satisfy him.

"Okay," he said and slipped out of her mouth, "time to get fucked."

He grabbed the leash and wrapped it around his hand then pulled Elaine back to the ottoman. Elaine stumbled on her knees and he pushed her down face first onto it, bent at the waist with her knees on the floor.

"Now that is a world class ass," he said from behind her. She heard the sound of a condom wrapper being torn open then he began rubbing the smooth curves of her backside. "Amazing," he complimented her then slipped a finger into her already aching pussy. "Nice and wet, too."

Elaine turned her head to the side. She could see people on the couch watching her and one man with steel blue eyes on a chair by himself staring with intensity. Then her legs were kicked apart, for the second time tonight she was going to get fucked by a man she did not know. He knelt behind her, rubbed her ass one more time then guided his shaft to her waiting slit.

Elaine yelled out as he rammed his way deep into her in one long, hard thrust. The first man had started slowly, this one was rough and brutal from the first thrust. She cried out in pain as he savaged her helpless body. She wanted to get away, but there was no escaping him. He grabbed her hips and pulled into her harder and harder.

Her world exploded in a massive orgasm. She saw red, her body tensed and jerked as wave after wave of pleasure broke over her. She had never known this much pain from sex before and certainly never this much ecstasy. She had not imagined that this was possible, that her body was capable of this.

He came with a savage roar and nearly lifted her off the ottoman with his last deep thrusts. 

"You are a great fuck, girl," he said and slid out of her aching pussy.

Elaine lay there, panting and crying softly. She knew she should probably get up before someone else decided to have a turn on her, but she couldn't make her body work yet. She closed her eyes, thinking of what had just happened to her.

"Well, I caught the end of the show and it was pretty impressive," Elaine heard a familiar voice say. "Come on, let's get you a drink."

Amanda helped Elaine stand up and walked her over to the bar.

"Red wine and water for her," Amanda told the bartender. "I'll have scotch on the rocks."

While the bartender poured their drinks, Amanda grabbed Elaine's leash, pulled her head towards her and gave her lover a long, deep kiss.

"You've got dick breath, honey," Amanda said with a smile.

"First time for everything," Elaine said and relaxed for a second. For the moment, it was just her and Amanda, like it had been for the past year. She could forget that she was naked and cuffed, freshly fucked and probably not done for the night. She hoped Amanda would not ask her if she was ready to leave, Elaine knew she would probably say yes and didn't want that opportunity.

"Cheers," Amanda said and raised her glass. Elaine toasted her and they both took long drinks. "Let's watch the show."

They turned back to the room. The same brunette who had been on the ottoman when they entered was back. This time there was a man beneath her, Elaine watched as she slid down on his cock. Another man stepped in behind her, the young man with the steel blue eyes who had been watching her intently from the chair, and began to push into her. Elaine realized that she was taking it in the ass and pussy, the girl was getting double penetrated. The man in her ass looked at Elaine, there was no mistaking that he was looking directly at her, then began to slowly fuck the girl. The brunette moaned, but was soon silenced as a third man stuck his shaft into her mouth.

Elaine was mesmerized as the girl took three men at once. Her body seemed helpless as she was used by them, but Elaine could see pleasure in her color, in her breathing and in her spasms and jerking. She was actually enjoying it, Elaine realized with a start. Elaine just stared as they all thrust in and out of the brunette, she wondered what it must feel like, how full and how violated she must feel.

Amanda put her free hand on Elaine's thigh while the other held her drink. She loved Elaine's thighs, she loved Elaine's entire body, but she had never known a woman with a lovelier hip-thigh-butt combination. She could make a lot of money of that combination. Elaine did not offer any resistance as Amanda's hand slid down from the top of thighs and into the silky flesh of the interior. As Elaine watched the girl (what was her name, Vicki? Amanda had helped enslave her last year), Amanda began to softly stroke Elaine's clit.

Elaine turned to Amanda with a questioning look.

"A little quickie, watch the show," Amanda said. She kissed Elaine then turned the submissive woman's head back towards Vicki's triple penetration.

Amanda knew Elaine and she quickly brought her to a nice little orgasm. Nothing earthshattering, but a pleasant little burst of pleasure. She loved to give Elaine these before work or on lunch breaks, something to perk up the day. Amanda was a little gentler than usual, aware of the pounding Elaine's pussy had already taken. Elaine tensed, let go and came with a dreamy smile.

Watching the girl get fucked intensified the hand job from Amanda. The feeling of Amanda's fingers on her clit and pussy was familiar, but this night added a new level to it all. Elaine watched the show and when the men finished, she turned and kissed her roommate, the unspoken adoration in her eyes.

A man approached the bar.

"Do you mind?" he asked Amanda and gestured at Elaine.

"No," Amanda said and handed him Elaine's leash. "Help yourself."

"Would you mind putting her hands behind her back?" he asked. "I like them like that."

"No problem," Amanda said. She looked at Elaine. "Stand up, girl."

Elaine, not entirely sure why, stood up. Amanda uncuffed one wrist.

"Turn around," Amanda said. Elaine obeyed. Amanda took a second to rub her butt then cuffed her hands back together behind her back. She hung the key from Elaine's collar. "Have fun," she said to the man and turned back to the bar.

"Thanks," the man said and began pulling Elaine towards the hallway.

Amanda smiled. This was turning out well. She could use a little more action, though. She looked around the room, two men were sitting in a corner, drinking and talking. Perfect. Both seemed on the younger end of the men here, guys brought in by slave owners to fuck their slaves, but probably not owners. One was stocky, maybe even a little on the pudgy side and hairy, while the other was skinny and had the look of someone who regularly waxed or shaved all of his body hair. Amanda could not figure out the reason for some styles, but they were both decent looking and had nice bodies. The stocky guy was talking animatedly about something, Amanda thought it was sports, while the skinny guy leaned back and listened.

The muscular redhead walked over to them, knelt between them, and without saying anything began licking the skinny one's cock. He seemed a little surprised at first, but this was the sort of thing that happened at these parties. As soon as he was hard, and it did not take long, she took him into her mouth. Amanda enjoyed sucking cock and she was good at it, too. He leaned back, his hands splayed on the armrests of the big chair and let Amanda do her thing.

Amanda deep throated the skinny guy and winked at the stocky man who was watching the show. When she thought that he was ready to go, Amanda stopped. She kissed the tip of his cock then stood up. His eyes were on her from behind his mask as she reached into one of the bowls of condoms that were strategically placed around the room. She unwrapped it, rolled it down his hard shaft and climbed into his lap. She shifted, rose up and guided his cock into her wet slit.

"You having a good night, big guy?" Amanda asked as she began fucking him. He nodded and, showing the first signs of action, grabbed her ass with both hands. She ground into him, sliding up then back down for a nice grind before repeating it. She circled her hips, enjoying the feeling of him inside her. "Suck my tits," she said and leaned her breasts into him. He did not need to be told twice and attacked the erect buds with his mouth. Elaine was definitely better with her mouth, but he was okay. He was certainly enthusiastic about it.

Amanda increased the pace, she was nearing her climax and hoped he could last long enough to get her off. There was his friend, too, but she was hoping for another with him. She could feel it building, rising up from deep inside her and when the climax hit her, she moaned happily. She kept it up as long as she could and started to come down off her sexual high when he tensed up and came. 

When he was done, and of no more use to her, Amanda climbed off. She gave him a deep kiss and turned to his friend.

"You ready?" She asked. She looked down and saw he was already stroking his hard cock. "I guess you are."

Amanda put a condom on him and was about ready to mount him for her pleasure when he stood up. He directed her to kneel on his chair, facing the back. This would be nice, too. She rested her face on the back of the chair, her elbows on the arm rests and stuck her ass out towards him.

"You're not a slave, are you," he asked as she slid inside her already fucked slit.

"Nope," Amanda said, "but I do love a good fucking."

"You brought that other one here, the one with the turtle tattoo on her ass, didn't you?"

"Yup," Amanda was enjoying being filled again.

"Is she for sale? I like her looks."

"Maybe. But I may already have a buyer lined up," Amanda answered. Personally, she thought Elaine was too good for this guy, she was definitely out of his range. "But why don't you forget about her for a while and take care of me."

He began giving it to her, he wasn't bad, not great, but okay. He tried to dominate her, to use his cock as a weapon to conquer her, but he wasn't that good and Amanda was not that green. She used him, taking the best of his attempt to dominate her and climbing to another orgasm. She was on her way to a second, when he came. Amanda was a little disappointed, but two from two guys was good. 

Amanda did not see Elaine ending up with them, though, her little pet needed more than these two could give her. Amanda wondered where her pet was? Probably still with the guy in one of the rooms. She ignored her two recent playmates, grabbed a towel to wipe herself off and tossed it into a laundry bin as she walked over to the bar for another drink.

Frank Goller approached Amanda. The redhead, herself sated after a good night of sex, smiled at him. She felt this audition had gone well.

"You liked her?" Amanda said. Even with the masks she knew him and knew he had been the first one to have Elaine tonight.

"I'm interested," he said to her. "We can make arrangements later."

Amanda was having second thoughts about selling Elaine. The woman was intoxicating to her and Amanda rather enjoyed being with her. Elaine wasn't going anywhere, she could always enslave her later. Besides, Amanda was diversifying her portfolio so she would not be as dependent upon slaving. She had a nice real estate deal working that might set her up for a while.

But at the least she would hear what Frank Goller was willing to offer.

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Elaine had one last glimpse of her friend sitting at the bar as she was pulled towards the hallway where Amanda had disappeared earlier. There were three doors on the side and he took her towards the last of these.

There was something about this man that made Elaine afraid. He was tall, she would have guessed 6'3" and powerfully built. She could tell he could easily break her in half if the urge hit him, or she displeased him. He had some graying hairs on his broad chest and a few tattoos that from Elaine's limited experience looked military, including one written in what she assumed was Arabic script. There was a host of small and medium scars on his body. He had an intensity to his stare, a deep desire in his eyes for her that she hoped she could satisfy.

His name was "Mack". Officially, it was Captain David MacKenzie, but those who knew him called him "Mack". He was in the military, doing the kind of things you did not talk about or ask about. He had done and seen a lot that disturbed even his loose sense of morality. He did try to do the right things, when situations allowed, and he certainly never tried to hurt women or children in the line of duty. But, he had done some things, things which had earned him the nickname "Mack the Knife."

Mack had seen the girl when she came in, everyone had. The red mask meant that she was not a slave, yet, but was, or would be, available for purchase. He wondered if she knew this. He was still active duty and not in any position to own a slave, but he could enjoy her for the evening.

The room was small, about 8' x 10' with a twin bed in the middle taking up most of the space. Elaine first wondered what the rings on the corners of the bed were for, but realized that they were for tying up women. No decorations, but a small table with a single drawer; condoms, lube and towels on top; a trashcan and laundry bin beneath it. The room was dimly lit when they entered, but the man twisted the dimmer switch and everything brightened.

"You are very beautiful," he said by way of explanation, "I want to be able to see you better."

"Thank you," Elaine said and awkwardly added a "Sir".

"And what should I call you tonight, girl?" He asked and gently stroked her cheek.

Elaine thought about this for a moment. She did not want to use her name and did not want to make up a name that she would probably forget in the heat of the passion. This was a slave themed party and she was brought here cuffed, collared and leashed. Maybe she could pretend for a while.




Elaine at the Party



"Call me," she bit her lip, wanting to say the word, but could not. It seemed to be very powerful to her. She took a deep breath, gathered her courage and tried again. "Call me, s.." she could not say it.

"Sweetie?" he asked, prompting her. Many people called her that, it seemed to be in her demeanor. But, she wanted more than that tonight. She shook her head.

"Slave?" he said.

The word was electric. Elaine did not know why it hit her so hard. Amanda had called her that while playing games and it had been made perfectly clear that this was a slave themed party. But, there was something about being helpless in the presence of a strong man being called "slave" that struck a deeper chord with her than she would have ever thought. It seemed to speak to a deeper desire, a deeper truth.

Elaine nodded and kissed his hand.

"Very well," he said and caressed her lips with his rough finger. "I will call you slave. Since you are not my slave, you will call me, as you have been, 'sir'."

He leaned in and kissed her, his hands reaching up to play with her firm breasts. Elaine clenched her hands behind her back and opened her mouth wide for him. His breath tasted of whiskey and maybe a little steak, manly and pleasant. His callused hands were rough on her sensitive nipples, but Elaine found the raspy touch arousing.

He let go of her breasts and pulled her body against his. Her nipples were tickled by his hairy chest and his hands now roamed down her back, briefly interlocking fingers with hers before reaching down to grab her perfect ass.

"Kiss my neck," he ordered.

Elaine obeyed, turning her head up to do so. He was stubbly, very different from Amanda, but Elaine found that masculine texture pleasant. She also liked the changes in his breathing and the way he grabbed her ass tighter when she did it well. She jumped when he reached between her legs from behind and slid a finger into her pussy.

Elaine moaned as he fingered her, forgetting to kiss his neck until her reminded her with a slap to the ass. She liked the spank and wondered if she could misbehave enough to get another without making him angry enough to really hurt her.

"Get on your knees, slave," he told her after a few minutes.

Elaine carefully lowered herself. She briefly noted that it was a nice, soft carpet; not the kind she would have at home, but good for kneeling. He stuck his fingers in her mouth and Elaine tasted her juices. Elaine licked and sucked them clean then looked up at him expectantly. He rubbed his cock against her lips, leaving a trail of pre-cum. Elaine opened her mouth and licked the tip.

Elaine really did try to do a good job. She licked his cock from bottom to top and took the tip into her mouth before licking the sides and top again. She looked up and saw a faint look of disapproval on his face. When he grabbed the back of head, she was ready.

He pushed in, deeper and deeper until he was past her mouth and into her throat. He slid in and Elaine found her nose buried in his pubic hair, choking on his cock.

"You want to be called a slave, I will fuck you like a slave," he said.

He pulled out and thrust back in hard. Elaine was in agony for the next few minutes. Her mouth and throat roughly violated by this strange man. He was fast, hard and rough and never gave her much of a chance to catch her breath. What she felt did not matter, only the pleasure he could take from her body was important. Elaine felt helpless, violated, scared and incredibly turned on. She felt like a slave and dutifully swallowed his cum when he finished in her.

He patted her cheek and sat down on the bed.

Elaine caught her breath and tried to avoid looking at him. When she had recovered enough to function, she stood up and stepped towards the door. She expected that now that he was finished, she would find Amanda. It had to be getting a bit late and she thought they would leave soon.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked her.

"Back to the party, Sir."

"Oh no," he chuckled. "I'm not close to being done with you yet."

"But my friend..."

"Can have you back when I'm finished."

Elaine looked at the door. There was no way she could open it with her hands cuffed behind her. She looked back at him. She was a little afraid, this was not how she thought this would go, He could do anything to her back here and no one could see it or stop him.

He sat on the bed and waited patiently.

"I want more of you and I am going to get it," he said in an even tone. He patted the bed beside him. "Come sit down. Now."

Elaine hesitated for a moment more, and then obeyed.

"Good slave," he said.

Mack was going to enjoy this beautiful, innocent woman. She had no idea what she was getting into; he realized that she had no idea that she was going to be sold. That denial, that belief that she was just playing a game and she could quit any time she wanted made him want to savor and experience her. He leaned over and began kissing her neck, enjoying the way she responded. One hand cupped her breast, small, firm and perky. He pinched a nipple and her whole body jerked.

Elaine surrendered to the moment and to his touch. There was nothing she could do to stop him; she was handcuffed and he was much bigger and stronger than she was. He wanted her and there was no way she could stop him from having her. This was what she had come here for, to be used and fucked like a slave. Elaine had had rape fantasies for as long as she had had sexual fantasies. The idea that she was so desired that no man could be stopped from having her was always very arousing to her. She just hoped he would respect the rules and that Amanda would find her and take her home when this was all done.

His hands roamed on her body, touching her thighs, her stomach, her breasts and shoulders. He slipped a finger into her pussy, feeling the wetness and probing deeper. When he pushed her down on her back on the bed, Elaine offered no resistance. Her hands beneath her were not very comfortable, but his strong hands on her tender body felt wonderful. 

He began to kiss and lick her, starting with her neck, then moving down to her breasts. He was rough on her nipples, more biting than Elaine would have liked, but she was his to do with as he pleased. He fingered her slit as he abused her breasts and Elaine felt a climax building. Why had it been so hard to orgasm with her boyfriends, but so easy when she was tied up and at the mercy of a strange, anonymous man?

He pinched her clit and began to work it between his fingers. His touch was hard and clumsy compared to Amanda's subtle and expert touch, but it worked. Elaine bit her lip and moaned softly as she came.

"Cum for me slave," Mack ordered her and thrilled as her beautiful body writhed under his attention. This little sub was a work of art. Once she fully surrendered, once she fully realized her destiny as a slave, she would be amazing. Even now, she came so easily when dominated. He could only imagine her bound, whipped and assraped. He envied the man who would get to do that to her.

Mack kissed her then rolled her onto her side, facing away from the door. He opened the drawer in the nightstand and found what he was looking for: a short length of soft rope. Mack ran the rope down her leg, tickling her with the loose end. He grabbed one ankle firmly and tied the rope around it. He reached for the second ankle, but she kicked away, trying to keep him from tying it. Mack smiled and spanked that perfect ass. He enjoyed it so much he did it a few more times and watched her smooth flesh turn red.

When he grabbed her ankle again, she did not resist and he tied it to the other one. He stepped back to look at her for a minute. She was beautiful like this, her hands cuffed, behind her back; her ankles tied together. She had long, smooth curves from neck to shoulder to hips and down the wonderful thighs to the delicate ankles. The only imperfection was that turtle tattoo on her now delightfully red ass. He knew that Amanda preferred to mark her prey that way, but he thought it was defacing a work of art.

Mack went back to the drawer for a gag. There was not one in there, he was a little surprised, but found a scarf that would work just as well. She seemed a little surprised when he tried to put it on her and even struggled for a minute before he took the simple step of sticking a finger in her collar and choking her just enough to get her to comply. Once the gag was tied, Mack pulled a condom from the bowl and slid it on his cock.

He laid down on the bed behind Elaine. Elaine had never felt so helpless in her life. Her hands and feet bound, collared, the gag to keep her from yelling for help and she would bet that the door was locked, too. She was, minus the mask, naked. She was distinctly aware of every device that made her helpless, everything that restricted her freedom. Her ass glowed and stung from the spanking and that made her aware that he had no problem hurting her if she did not obey. She was his to use. His hand reached up and grabbed her neck, not choking her but holding her and Elaine knew that all it would take to choke her was a little pressure. She had never felt this desired, this objectified, but so aroused, too. She wanted him to pillage her helpless body, to make her bring him pleasure.

He shifted and moved his cock to her wet slit. She ached to be penetrated, she wanted to beg him to fuck her, but the gag kept her silent. He moved her legs, bending her slightly at the hip then began to force his way into her. Elaine moaned into her gag as he pushed deeper into her body. She tried to adjust to his invasion, but before she could, he pulled back and rammed into her.

This hurt and Elaine would have yelled out were it not for the gag. He was ruthless, pillaging her, taking from her only what he wanted. Elaine felt dirty, violated and used but turned on like she had never been before. The orgasm came quickly, striking her body like a bolt of lightning. She pushed back into him, relishing each penetrating and hurting thrust. She wanted this; she needed to be used like this. Things made a lot more sense to her, this is what she was missing in her life; this was what she needed.

Mack pounded away for a few minutes, savoring her tight pussy on his hard cock. A great body and a great fuck, he thought while he took her. He pulled out of her and flipped her onto her stomach. A little fumbling and he had her knees beneath her and her face down on the bed. She struggled a little but another quick spank and she obeyed nicely. He plunged back into her pussy and resumed his assault on her. She came again and Mack fucked her harder, if this what she wanted he would certainly give it to her. 

Mack could feel his orgasm building down in his toes. He clinched them and continued to use the girl. She was tight, hot and getting him closer and closer to where he wanted to be. When the climax hit him, it seemed like Mack's world exploded. Everything went bright and he could feel his entire body come alive, focused in the hard rod of flesh buried in the helpless girl.

Reluctantly, he slid out of her. He looked down on her, the way she shuddered even now, the sweat on her pale skin and how her small hands were closed into tight fists. Mack tossed the used condom into the trash. He was reluctant to let her go back to the party, he wanted more and knew someone who would enjoy a little taste, too.

Elaine slowly unclenched her fists. As she did, he took her hands and began rubbing them, helping to get the feeling back into them and to get them to relax. That had been an amazing experience. She was not sure if she was ready to leave the party yet, but she wanted to let Amanda know she was okay. The man briefly unhooked her leash, looped it around one of the metal loops on the bed frame then hooked it back again.

"Stay put," Mack told her and rubbed her ass. "I'll be back."

"My friend," Elaine wanted to say but he was already out the door.

Elaine sat up as much as she could with her leash tied to the bed. She was sore, in her pussy and her entire body. This was turning into an amazing night, but she still could not let go of her desire to have a little control over her fate. She could not let herself go and fully surrender, even as much as she wanted to.

The door opened and Elaine felt a rush of relief washed over her as she saw the familiar red of Amanda.

"God, you look so fucking hot like this," Amanda said from the door. "I just wanted to check on you."

Mack led a friend back into the room, past Amanda. Elaine tensed up as she realized she was about to get fucked again by another total stranger.

"Wanna watch?" the new man asked Amanda.

A wicked smile appeared on Amanda's face.

"I'd love to."

The new guy did not waste any time. He slipped on a condom and plunged his cock into Elaine's well used pussy. Elaine moaned as he took her, when she looked over at Amanda she saw undisguised lust in her eyes. While Elaine watched, Amanda began slowly playing with herself.

Elaine came again, the guy fucking her was going hard, but Amanda stopped him.

"Do you mind?" she said and put her hands on his hips to stop him. "I have an idea."

The guy fucking her pulled out and gave her ass a slap. Elaine wondered what her roommate had in mind.

"I've always wanted to see this," Amanda said and began untying Elaine's ankles. Next she took the key from Elaine's collar and uncuffed her. "On your back, sweetie," Amanda ordered and Elaine obeyed. Amanda cuffed one ankle to her wrist and used the rope to tie the other one. Elaine was aware how spread and vulnerable she was.

"Almost ready," Amanda said. She turned Elaine so she was lying across the bed. Another gentle tug and Elaine's head hung over the edge. She knew where this was going. The men did, too, and the one who had been fucking her went back to work on her pussy.

Elaine was almost lost in getting fucked when Amanda took off the gag and guided Mack's cock to her mouth. Elaine opened and took this powerful stranger inside her again. Bound and getting fucked top and bottom, Elaine's world was an amazing place. Suddenly, there was a new sensation. Amanda was getting in on this, too. Elaine felt the familiar sensation of Amanda's mouth on her small, sensitive breasts. The licking and sucking on her nipples pushed her over the edge. 

The sensations were so intense that Elaine knew if she could have gotten up and run away, she would have. Instead, she was forced to endure them, to take the pleasure that was being forced from her and to her. She arched her back, pushing her nipple into Amanda's hot mouth, opening her throat more to the cock pounding her there and removing any resistance to the cock in her pussy. She moaned and yelled, but the sounds were muffled by the fleshy gag in her throat. She pulled on her hands, knowing she would leave bruises from the cuffs and ropes. It was too much, she had to get away, had to make it stop. But, there was no escape.

Elaine started to panic. Then she felt the familiar, soothing touch of Amanda's hands. Amanda rubbed her stomach and shoulder, not in a sexual way, but a calming touch. Amanda was reminding her submissive lover that she was there and that she would take care of things. Elaine calmed and relaxed again, concentrating on the physical sensations of being taken, both top and bottom. Amanda would keep her safe; Red would bring her home.

Suddenly her pussy was empty and Elaine realized he had finished with her. The man was out of her throat and took his place pounding her slit. Elaine took a deep breath, opened her eyes and looked around. She saw the satisfied look behind the mask of the man who had just fucked her. He was stripping his condom off, a condom she had helped fill, and watching the rest of the show. Amanda was nibbling on her right nipple while she pinched the left. When she raised her head, she could see the determination in the man fucking her. Her thighs were chafed, her pussy and throat ached. Every muscle in her body seemed tired and aching from tensing so much.

She dropped her head back down and closed her eyes again. He was slowing, coming to a stop. Elaine knew he had cum in her again, that her body had brought him another orgasm and his use for her was done. She felt used, objectified, but it also felt right. It felt like a deep need inside her was finally being met.

Elaine caught her breath, heard the door close and realized she was alone with Amanda. 

"I think I'm ready to go now, Red," Elaine said wearily.

Amanda smiled, stood and locked the door.

"I'm not," Amanda said. She turned Elaine so she was lengthwise on the bed, but made no effort to untie her. She began to caress Elaine's tired body. "That was one of the hottest things I have ever seen. You look so good getting fucked. I think I have to have a little taste, too."

"Come on, Red," Elaine said. "No more. How about tomorrow after I've had some rest?"

"Shh," Amanda said and put her finger to Elaine's lips. "Don't make me gag you. You came to a slave party and slaves don't get to say no. Slaves have to do whatever they are told."

"Amanda, no," Elaine said in what she thought was her most forceful tone.

Amanda ignored her and began kissing Elaine's neck while her hands caressed Elaine's captive body. She knew Elaine's body, a kiss here, a lick there, a soft touch that lingered on that one spot; and the beautiful sub stopped protesting. 

Elaine, as she had so many times before, surrendered to Amanda's attentions. She knew there was no point fighting her dominant lover, she would wind up doing exactly what Amanda wanted anyway, it seemed like she always did. When Elaine felt the wild red curls on her thighs, she knew any resistance was futile.

"I love your pussy, Laney," Amanda said from between her thighs. "I'm glad someone else got to experience it, too."

Amanda picked a stray pubic hair from Elaine's crotch and tossed it over her shoulder. Without another word or hesitation, she dove in. Elaine tensed and moaned as her roommate expertly ate her out. She loved Amanda's mouth on her pussy, no one could be better at this than the redhead who had turned her life upside down. Two fingers, then three were slipped into Elaine's well-fucked pussy and Elaine rode the sensations to another orgasm.

"My turn," Amanda said and rose. She climbed on the bed and straddled Elaine's face, one muscular thigh on each side and lowered her pussy onto Elaine's mouth.

Elaine did not need to be told what to do. She had done this many times before to her dominant roommate, she loved doing this. She loved being able to bring so much pleasure to this woman who had changed her life so much. And, to be honest with herself, Elaine just loved eating pussy. She hoped that she could do this with other women someday, show off what Amanda had taught her. But, the pussy in her face right now was Amanda's and Elaine performed with affection, experience and desire. The redhead stayed on top of her submissive lover until she had climaxed then climbed off.

"Let's go home," Amanda said and untied her. "Maybe you can try anal next time, Laney."

"Never gonna happen, Red," Elaine said wearily and began to sit up. "My butt is off limits."

Amanda smiled at Elaine's naiveté. Someday, someone would fuck her in the ass; it was too perfect to be left alone. It was just a matter of when and Amanda hoped she could be there to watch it happen.

--

The day after they returned to the Grand Canyon, Amanda got fired. Elaine got the news when she was at work. HR knew these things and she ran back home to see her lover.

"I failed a piss test," Amanda confided as she finished loading up her 4Runner. She had twenty-four hours to get out of the park and would be out well before that. Elaine realized how little belongings Amanda had in the apartment.




Elaine at the Party



"Dammit, Red," Elaine scolded, "I told you that you were on the list."

Amanda shrugged. "Maybe I wanted to get fired. Besides, with you leaving there's not much reason to stay here anyway."

"You can stay with me in Prescott," Elaine said, trying not to sound too needy.

"No, I need to go explore," Amanda said. She looked around, made sure no one was looking then gave Elaine a long, last kiss. Before either could say anything else, Amanda jumped in the Toyota and drove off.

Elaine went back inside and cried. This was not how she had expected things to end with Amanda. But maybe Amanda would still come and see her in Prescott, assuming she was anywhere near there.

Tears ran down Amanda's cheeks as drove out of the park. This was why she had to leave, she was getting attached, too attached. She needed to clear her head. Beside her, on the passenger seat, sat the papers that would have enslaved Elaine. It would have been so easy to get her to sign them. But, they sat there, unsigned and useless.

---

Mack was visiting old friends south of Elko, Nevada before he headed back to duty. His old family friend Mark was something of a feudal baron in rural Nevada. He owned interests in most of the businesses in town and had other, less legitimate, interests as well. Mack did work for him sometimes when he was not on active duty, but this was a social call.

They sat in Mark's office with Mark's right hand man Sam and drank whiskey. The windows were open and the sage brush scented night air wafted in.

"Amanda had a new one you might like," Mack said. "Nice body, innocent eyes. Cute butt, too."

"I'm always kind of wary about dealing with her," Mark said.

"Bad experiences?" Mack asked.

"No, she has always delivered quality merchandise," Mark answered.

"She's a little, unreliable," Sam added.

Mack looked questioningly at his two friends.

"Amanda tends to make things up as she goes," Sam said.

"She tends to rely on luck and others to bail her out when things go wrong," Mark added.

"The vultures are usually circling around her somewhere," Sam said with a chuckle.

"But she's a roper, right?" Mack asked.

"Right," both men answered together.

"It seems to me that you get a leash on her, you have a useful asset," Mack stated.

"Maybe," Mark said. "And I certainly have considered it. I think it comes down to timing. You have to be there when she runs out of luck and chances and resources but before she does anything stupid that screws her up so much that she cannot be useful or takes someone else important out with her."

"We've got an eye on her," Sam said. "If the right opportunity comes around, we'll get her. The problem is we cannot be too harsh with her."

"Why's that?" Mack asked and swirled his glass then drained the rest of the whiskey.

"She knows some things about us and our business that we would rather not have generally known," Sam said and poured himself another.

Mack knew enough not to ask any other questions along that line and changed subjects.

"Tell me about this Arsenic Wells deal," he said and took the bottle from Sam.

"I wish you hadn't got called back to duty," Mark said. "We could use you on this one. Officially, it is an arms deal."

"But what is it really?" Mack asked.

"An assassination," Sam said coldly. Mack was again reminded that few men in this world scared him, but Sam was one.

"I don't think I need to know any more about this one either," Mack said.

There was a wariness in Sam's eyes that made Mack nervous. Sam did not trust him, that much was clear. Maybe he feared Mack would usurp his role at Mark's side or maybe Sam was just a little better judge of character than Mark.

"Probably not at the moment," Mark agreed. "When you get back, we'll get you in on the action."

The door opened and a man stuck his head in.

"The plane's landing, Boss," he said.

The sound of a propeller plane was loud in the valley.

"Come on, Mack," Mark said. "Why don't you give us a hand?"

"Sure," Mack said, avoiding Sam's gaze. "What do you need?"

"Stand by me, hold a gun and look menacing," Mark answered and handed him a tactical shotgun from the gun rack.

"Do you really think this is wise?" Sam asked.

"Mack's like family, he's fine" Mark said in a tone that said the discussion was over.

They walked out into the cool high desert night. The plane was touching down on the airstrip on the ranch and they walked the few hundred yards to the near end. An old white cargo van was already waiting with three of Mark's ranch hands standing next to it with assault rifles in their hands.

Mack instantly knew that whatever going on here was not legal. He was on alert and quickly checked the chamber on his shotgun and was relieved to see it was loaded. He did a quick scan of his surroundings, but saw nothing to arouse his suspicions. Mark was not one to take unnecessary chances and everything seemed under control. What did arouse his curiosity was that Mark usually had someone else do his dirty work for him; he liked a few layers between himself and anything that could land him in jail. The fact that he was doing this himself told Mack something, he just could not figure out what. He also realized he had no idea what was going on.

The twin engine propeller plane, Mack's training quickly identified it as an older Beechcraft King Air, taxied to where the van was and cut the engines. The night was still for a few moments then the rear door of the plane opened. Two men jumped down with submachine guns in hand and tried to look menacing. Mack noted that while all the low-level guys were trying to look like badasses, Mark and Sam (who actually were badasses) looked relaxed and amused. He tried to follow their lead.

Two tall, lanky Slavic looking men, one light haired and one dark, came down the short stairway, trying to stretch their legs as they did. Mack did not recognize either of them, but he would have guessed Serbian mob if he had to.

"Istvan, Darko," Mark said warmly. "Welcome back to Nevada."

"Who he?" the blonde one said and pointed his chin at Mack.

"A friend," Sam said. "And that's all you need to know."

The attitude of the two mobsters told Mack that they were afraid of Sam and would not press the issue.

"Would you like to check out the merchandise?" Mark asked.

"Yes," the blonde one said. He handed a small jar to Sam. "And here is a sample of ours."

The two Slavs and Mark walked to the van. Mack was going to follow but Sam put a hand in front of him. Mack stayed put.

As soon as Sam opened the jar; the dank, pungent smell of very good marijuana hit Mack. Sam held the jar under his nose, took a deep whiff, smiled and passed it to Mack. Mack did the same. He was impressed.

"Top of the line," Sam said. "Rich potheads pay through the nose for this shit. Not schwag from your 'cousin's friend who knows a guy'. This is the gourmet herb and specially prepared."

"How much are they delivering?" Mack asked.

"A lot," Sam answered.

Mark looked at Sam and Sam nodded. Mark opened the door to the van. Mack could not see what was inside the van, but the two Slavs looked pleased. The blonde Slav motioned to his guards and they began unloading duffles off the plane. Pretty soon there was a small pyramid of black bags by the plane. Mack had seen more than a few drug deals before, mostly heroin and opium when he was "in Asia". He began doing some calculating and realized that there was a lot of pot in the bags, depending on how it was packed, up to hundred pounds.

There was a commotion as one of Mark's ranch hands pulled something out of the van. Mack saw that it was someone, not something. A long, leggy blonde, naked except for a collar and handcuffs, was pulled struggling from the van. Mack realized quickly it was a slave. Her eyes were wide and she was not going easily.

"She looks scared," Mack said quietly to Sam.

"She'd be more scared if she knew what was going to happen to her," Sam answered.

"Prostitution?"

"No."

There was a touch of regret and bitterness in Sam's voice that startled Mack. If Sam did not like what was going on, what was going to happen to her? Sam's reputation with women was pretty brutal, what could upset him? Mack realized he didn't care about the girl, but was concerned about what Sam would do, and any potential blowback from the trade.

The two Slavs quickly tired of her fighting and hit her with a stun gun. She jerked as the electricity hit her then went limp.

"She has spirit," the dark haired one said. "I like that."

The comment brought a round of laughter from everyone. Everyone except Sam, that was.

The girl was carried to the plane and the bags loaded in the van. Without any more fuss, the plane fired the engines and the men headed back to the ranch house.

Mack left the next day to return to active duty. He thought about the girl from the party now and then and the girl from Mark's ranch. Mostly, he worried about killing and not being killed, and that was enough. 

---

Amanda was not happy. It had been close to a year since she left Elaine and the Grand Canyon and things had not gone according to plan. Well, nothing had really gone according to plan since she had met Elaine. Her initial plan had been to enslave Elaine, sell her and use the proceeds to fund her real estate speculation. It should have only taken a few weeks or months. But Amanda stayed for a year. She was too fond of Elaine and was willing to admit that fond was not strong enough of a word. Elaine was intoxicating, addicting. There was another word that might describe her feelings for Elaine, but she was not about to say it or even think it.

So, she had changed strategies, and changed her view of her future. Her next idea had been to leave Elaine alone. She knew that Elaine was a natural slave, and that Elaine would probably be much happier and fulfilled as a slave and leaving her alone was cruel, but that did not matter to Amanda. Only Amanda mattered to Amanda. She had left Elaine alone, borrowed money for her real estate speculation, and intended to get rich off the profits. After that, she would enslave Elaine, keep the new slave for her own and live happily ever after.

There were problems with that plan. Amanda did not exactly have sterling credit. In the normal world, she tended to be indifferent to paying back her debts. Based on her talent on finding slaves, she could borrow money, but from rather unsavory people. Which is what she did. She told herself that if things went sour, Elaine was still there. Elaine was not going to make any big changes on her own and she would still be in Prescott when Amanda needed her. She was waiting to be harvested at Amanda's convenience.

But now, the real estate market was crashing and the unsavory people she had borrowed the money from had sold her debt to even more unsavory people, including Frank Goller. He wanted his money or he wanted Elaine and he was starting to apply the kind of pressure Amanda could not ignore.

--

Roy was sitting in the office of his new house. The big building had begun as a vanity project by a former casino owner's son who had met an unfortunate end. It was a strange building up against the mountains in a housing development that was starting to see signs of the housing slowdown. He stared at the screen, after typing in all the information, he had he had begun to search. Roy was good with technology, and quickly found what he was seeking.

"Elaine Galway," he said aloud.

He had found her, now he had to get her.

--

Elaine was lonely. Leaving a low paying job at the lodge to do full time freelance graphic design had seemed like such a good idea at the time. Now, she was just lonely. At least in her job she had had to interact with people on a regular basis. She did not always like every person, but she liked enough of them, had some good acquaintances and even a few people she would have called friends.

She was by herself. The only regular human interactions she had were with clerks in stores. The plan had been that Amanda would still come and see her on a regular basis, and there was promise of more nights like the one in Las Vegas. But, Amanda was gone, off to explore somewhere and with her, Elaine's tenuous contact to the world of sex parties. She had no idea of even where to start looking for one.

Elaine was tempted to be angry with Amanda; if she hadn't failed that drug test, she might still be working up there and just a few hours away. However, Elaine knew better. She knew that Amanda would not have stayed there much after Elaine left, the redhead had been clear that the only reason she had stayed around as long as she did was to be with Elaine. And Elaine knew, she knew deep in her soul, that she should never place too much faith or hope in Amanda, that Amanda was not stable enough to support another person emotionally for very long.

It had been wonderful, a beautiful, fulfilling, adventurous chapter in her life. But, that chapter was over. Elaine had briefly tasted sexual fulfillment and deep physical and emotional intimacy with another person. At least she had that, if only for a brief moment. Now, it was back to her usual lonely, unfulfilling life. She did not like it, but that was life.

It had been a long year since she had left the Canyon and Amanda had left her. Elaine settled in on the couch with a bottle of wine and a picked a video on Netflix. She decided to check her e-mail; she was expecting a few nibbles on new contracts now that she had finished most of her existing ones.

"Holy shit," Elaine said.

There was an e-mail from Amanda. It looked like her life might get interesting again after all.