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The Makings of Ellen Ch. 01

By: dsoul



The door stood before her a half inch open. 

Ellen's hand gave the door a slight push. It muttered a creaking sound like something out of the soundtrack of a creepy horror movie till it came to rest at the other end. She took a first tentative step, and then another into the bedroom. The bed was king-sized and it lay before her ready and inviting. To her right was an open window; there was another situated behind the bed, looking directly out to the street on which the apartment building stood. She remained rooted to where she was in the room with one hand holding onto her handbag. There came the sound of footsteps approaching her from behind. Her heart drummed a frantic beat in her chest. She didn't dare herself to turn around to see who it could be. Already she knew who it was—this was his apartment after all, and this was his bedroom that she was standing in. She ought not to be here, but she told herself it was for all the right reasons ... nothing but the right reasons. 

She felt his breath hit the back of her dress, ruffling the back of her lengthy sandy-blonde hair a second or two before she felt a pair of hands grasping her arms. Still she remained standing where she was, even as a pair of lips inched towards her face and kissed the lobe of her left ear. She muttered a sigh from it.

"I'm so glad you came," a man's baritone voice said behind her, and then one of his hands slid under her arm and grasped her breast behind her blouse. "I'm glad you decided to see things my way."

He kissed her ear lobe once again, sliding his tongue between the curls of her outer ear. Her eyes drew half shut and a slight moan escaped from her lips. She couldn't help it this time as she inclined her face towards his lips, allowing his hands to spurn her around to face him. Her hands seemed to have a life of their own as they lifted themselves up to touch the man's naked chest. She rubbed her hands against the hairs of his black skin. Black like a chocolate candy bar with hers white as vanilla ice cream.

She felt his hands slid down her back to grasp her buttocks from behind her short skirt. She felt her ass cheeks tingle from his touch. The skirt was light-grey in colour, and it stopped two inches above her knee. Her husband, Tim, always liked her wearing it. Though she seldom indulged him in such, never thinking it as proper a mode of dressing. Today she had worn it for a stranger. Well, not actually a stranger, but her boss, and his large black hands were right now feeling up her pantyhose. Soon it will stop to discover that she wasn't wearing anything else underneath. 

Here she was, being seduced by a black man who as well was her boss ... and the truth of the matter was that her husband barely knew of what she was doing. God forbid if anyone should known of what she was doing. Before coming here she'd told herself it was for the money, for the job promotion she was to be getting ... but now as she thought about it, was that really the right reason?

How had things gotten this far? Her mind went back to Friday morning, two days ago, when that damn alarm clock had rung ...

* * * *

Two Days Ago...

Ellen came groggily awake from the sound of the bedside alarm going off. Tim lay beside her snoring away, impervious to the clock's ringing bells. She had to stretch over across his body to slam down her palm on the clock's bell tumblers, killing off the alarm, before dropping back to her side of the bed with a sigh. It was then that Tim rolled on his shoulder and wrapped a hand across her belly to snuggle against her.

"You awake, hon?" he muttered into her ear with a sleep-coated voice.

"We need to get ourselves a better alarm clock," she said. "I can't stand the infernal racket of this one any longer."

His hand felt up her body over her night dress. His hand went up the low hill that was her breasts and then came to the erect summit that was her nipple. Ellen's nipples were so sensitive and even now they both stood to attention like jutting arrows to her husband's touch. Her legs rubbed against her husband's hairy thigh. He could feel the presence of her lingerie stockings that covered her slim legs. In the thirteen years they'd been married, seldom a night went by that Ellen never came into bed wearing a pair of lingerie stockings. Tim too couldn't stop being amazed at just how sexy they made her look ... and yet he was afraid of telling her this, preferring instead to keep it a secret to himself.

He pulled her over towards him and they shared a deep passionate kiss while their hands groped against each other. She reached a hand down his shorts and felt his erection against her fingers.

"Let's leave it for later," she muttered between kisses. "I've got to get up."

"Why?"

"You know why. I've got to take the kids to school and then be off for work. It's getting late by the minute."

"So do I, but you don't see me complaining," Tim mumbled, still kissing her.

"You've got stuff to do, too."

"Can't remember."

"Aren't you meant to be in Denver today? You're going to miss your flight if you keep like this."

At that moment there came a trio successive of banging noise on their bedroom door followed by children's voices screaming to be let in. husband and wife sighed almost simultaneously.

"As if I knew this was going to happen," laughed Tim as he and his wife then got out of bed and went to address the issue of their kids.

An hour later Ellen was all dressed up, making sure the kids finished their breakfast and sipping a cup of coffee with their father who was now dressed in a business suit. His briefcase sat on his chair by the table in the kitchen, and he quickly drained his coffee and then planted a kiss on either of his four kids' cheek, saving one for his wife, before hurrying for the front door, on his way to the airport. He'd told her he would most likely be there till Monday. 

Ellen hurried the kids to be done with their breakfast before having them jump into the SUV that was waiting parked in the driveway. It was a sunny summer morning with the sky devoid of thick clouds to hide the sun. Ellen stopped to wave and yell out 'good morning' to several other of her neighbours, all of whom too were just about pulling out of their driveways enroute to wherever. Nearly a half hour later she dropped the kids off at their individual schools before hurrying off to hers—McGrath Elementary, where she'd been working going on four years now.

She was about sliding her SUV van into a parking space in front of the school compound when she recognised the figure who was at that moment stepping out from a light brown Honda Civic. It was Gerald Lamas, the school's chief super, and also her boss. He wore a white short-sleeved shirt with brown stripes on it tucked into a pair of khaki pants. Gerald was in his late thirties and if you weren't close enough to know that, you would have sworn he was much younger than that. He was over six feet, had a thick body frame with a pair of large sturdy hands that when viewed up-close you'd think they could uproot a tree without fuss. 

Ellen turned off her car engine and got out and wasn't surprised to find that he was standing by her door waiting for her, with a twinkling smile on his lips while his eyes gave her a going-over like a pair of helicopter search lights. 

"Good morning, Ellen," he said to her, closing her door for her and then shaking her hand. Ellen watched as his hand evidently swallowed up hers. "Nice to see you're looking ever lovely as always. Your man sure is taking care of you good."

Ellen was double-minded as always whenever she ran into him, never able to think up a quick and witty answer that would shoo him away from her presence. Obviously she could guess what was going on inside his head whenever his eyes fell upon her, but what she couldn't get was why he'd decided out of all the grade teachers in the school, most especially the few younger females, he'd decided to set his sights on her. Gerald was a divorcee, and for the past couple of months he'd been making obvious flirting passes towards her. Time and time again she acted flattered but coyly pushed his advancement aside. There really was nothing wrong about him. He was a rather handsome black man, and she knew all too well that several of the female teachers had been whispering about him a lot. Still she couldn't help but wonder—why me?

"Good morning, Mr. Lamas," she said after a moment. He'd put it through to her time immemorial to call him by his first name, but figuring that would seem more like him wanting to have an angle in seducing her more, she decided instead to stick to her guns. Besides, it felt more ... polite this way, she reckoned. "Nice meeting you here."

Together they walked away from the parking lot and towards the school yard which already was filling up with bunch of little kids dropping off from the school bus. Inside the building, Ellen exchanged greetings with several of her other colleagues before then climbing up the stairs and down the lengthy corridor towards her classroom. Gerald and his flirting habits were far removed from her mind ... at least she felt like that for now. 

The rest of the day seemed to go without a hitch. During lunch break hours while Ellen was at the cafeteria eating, her phone started to buzz. Her first thought was that it was Tim calling from the airport, no doubt wanting to tell her that he'd either missed his plane or that his office had called and said his going to Denver wasn't necessary any longer. But it wasn't Tim that was calling but Gerald. She answered her phone and he told her to please hurry and meet him down at his office. She wondered what it could possibly be about as she made her way down the lengthy corridor towards his office, her shoes making loud sounds on the tiled floor. She knocked on his glass door and heard him say for her to come inside, which she did. He offered her a seat, which she took. He had a bulletin paper in his hand and his face appeared serious as he spoke to her.

"Ellen," he began. "Are you happy with just being a simple teacher?"

She thought about the question for a second or two before voicing an answer. "Yes, I guess I do. Why do you ask?"

"Nothing serious. Just that something new has come up—a new job offer here at McGrath Elementary. Nothing to interrupt your teaching schedule, but more like something extra on the side. Anyway, your name was the first person that I ticked off for you. The pay is good, and it'll add some extra ounce to what you have going for you. Though I don't know if you'll be interested or not."

"What's the new job about?"

"Assistant Superintendent," he said it straight-forward. "You know the school board has for some time now been wanting to create the extra space in the curriculum, but wasn't able to meet the constrains of the budget until now that is. You and I will be working closely together from hence forth if you get it."

"Okay. How much does it come with?"

He smiled. "You see for yourself." He stretched across his desk and gave her the bulletin to read. Ellen did scan through the jargon of words, but her eyes did draw to a halt when they captured the pay rise of the assistant super's job. A hundred and fifty grand a month! The sight of the figures was all she required to give her heart a slight bump.

"Is this for real?" she returned the bulletin paper back to Gerald.

"Yes, it's as real as it is alright. Though now that I come to think of it, I don't know if you're better suited for the job."

She frowned. "What makes you say that?"

"Frankly speaking, you don't look like you're hungry for it," he stated. "I watch you come in here almost every working day, and I see nothing but smiles on your lips. Obviously this job isn't what you're looking for ..."

He dangled the bait before her eyes, and Ellen, unaware of what was coming next, fell for it hook, line, and sinker.

"But I do want it, Gerald," she practically blurted. "I do want to have this job. Please, I'll do whatever it is you ask of it ... just don't pass it over to someone else." Then she had to ask, "Am I the only one you've shown this to?"

"So far you are. But I'll soon need to put it up on the bulletin board—"

"Please don't do that," she said. "I mean, not yet. I'd really like to have this job, seriously I would."

"Good. Have dinner with me this evening, and maybe then we can talk more about it."

Ellen felt as if she'd just swallowed a rabbit whole. "This ... this evening, you say? I don't think ... I don't know if that would be ... proper."

"Oh yes you do, Ellen. I have been keeping my sight on you for long, as you should know. This evening is going to be more appropriate for you with the fact that it's the start of the weekend, and your man Tim is right now flying out of state. Am I wrong?" 

Ellen felt numb. "How did you ... how could you know that?"

Gerald smiled cunningly at her. "I'm a super, Ellen. It's my job to find out such things. You know the Lobster Grill down by the dock?"

"No ... but I think I can find it."

"Meet me there this evening at eight. And wear something sexy, and don't be late. And if I sit there for ten minutes and your ass isn't there yet, consider the job offer cancelled."

Cancelled!

That word bounced back and forth in her brain long after she'd left his office and returned to her classroom filled with energetic little tots. 

Still she managed to get through the day alright and pushed everything about the conversation to the back of her mind even later in the day when she drove off to pick her kids up from school and drove back home. 

However an hour after she'd returned home the question came nagging at her like an unwavering traffic red light: what should I do? Call Tim and tell him about it? No, that would be the very wrong thing to do. She loved her job ... but this new one that her boss was offering would make a whole lot of difference. The pay would go an extra mile, plus it'll allow her and Tim enough leverage to save up for this kids' college tuition when that comes along...

The choice was made then—she had to accept Gerald's dinner offer. Nothing can be done to talk him out of that. And besides it's just going to be dinner, she consoled herself. What's the worst that could happen?

------

Evening came and after having herself a hot bath, Ellen looked into her closet and picked out something to wear. She opted for something fitting yet casual—a pair of jeans that accentuated her hips and rump, and a fluffy-collared white blouse. She left the top button of her blouse undone and sprayed some exotic perfume over herself. She left her kids watching a Disney movie but gave them instructions on when to go to bed before leaving the house. She'd spoken to Tim an hour earlier. He told her he'd arrived Denver smoothly and on time. Ellen didn't mention about her impending dinner meeting with her boss. That would have to wait till afterwards if things went well and she got the job. She decided not to take her car, opting for a taxi instead.

She arrived at the dock a quarter to eight and even at that time it was teeming with a scattered crowd of tourists patronising that various souvenir stores that were around. It wasn't hard for her to find the restaurant he'd told her to meet him at. 

She walked past the doorway and immediately her nostrils were assailed by a delicious aroma of restaurant cuisine. The interior was a little dark, but she easily made out Gerald's bulky frame from the window booth where he was waiting for her. He smiled and told her he was glad that she made it as they sat down and a waiter appeared to take her order. Nearly an hour later after they'd eaten, Gerald ordered a bottle of French champagne and filled up Ellen's glass and made a toast to their soon-to-be partnership—whatever that meant, thought Ellen, clinking her glass with his and then delighting in the exquisite kick of the wine as it went down her throat. She couldn't help but down the rest of her drink and Gerald immediately refilled it.

"That's a lovely blouse you're putting on there," Gerald grinned at her. "Did you put it on just for me?"

"I don't know ... maybe." Ellen could hear her voice but it sounded like it was coming from the other side of the moon. She easily got smashed when it comes to taking one or two glasses of wine, and this evening was no exception.

"You look young and sexy wearing it. Tell me, how old are you, Ellen?"

"45."

"Wow! You're one hot, sexy milf, if you don't mind my saying so."

Ellen gave a burst of girlish giggle. "Well, I've ... I've never heard anyone said that to me before."

"Allow me to be the first then. You've got me burning with temptation every time I look at you at the school. A good-looking woman like yourself needs a real man to be tapping your body every hour of the day."

Ellen flushed at his words. "That's quite an unusual compliment you're giving me."

"You deserve such anytime," he said.

"Soooo ..." her words came out in a sluggish drawl. "Wha' about the job?"

"We'll get to that later. First, why don't you move yourself closer and let me feed my eyes on you some more."

His hand tapped the seat next to him. Ellen slid over to where he'd indicated. She could see herself doing it but just couldn't tell herself to stop. Now her arm was pressing against him. 

"Why don't you have yourself some more wine," he picked up her glass and gave it to her. "It would be a shame to let this fine thing go to waste."

She accepted the glass and tipped it into her mouth. His hand went to her thigh and began caressing her flesh. There was a warmth of pleasing heat coming from his touch. Ellen tried feebly to brush him off but still he kept on grasping her leg and then started moving backward slowly sliding back her skirt.

"I can't begin to tell you how much I've wanted to get this close to you, Ellen," he nuzzled her ear.

Ellen could smell his musky-scented cologne—so manly and strong. His lips made contact with the side of her neck leaving a wet imprint as he slid his lips downward. Ellen's eyes were half shut and she tried to push herself away as she was gradually, tremendously, getting aroused by his seduction. It was a strong feeling, almost like fighting back an ocean wave, and his words too were stroking her fire while his hand kept feeling up her thigh.

"There's a slut inside of you, Ellen," her boss cooed into her ear. "I see it in you every time I look at you. There's a slut there that wants to come out, but I'll bet your man don't know about it ..."

Ellen didn't know when her face turned towards him. Neither could she hold back her lips from coming in contact with his. Before she knew it her lips parted ways and she gave a low moan as his tongue darted into her mouth. Gerald's hand was now touching the fabric of her panties ... sending off sparks of electricity travelling up her body.

Eventually she mumbled: "Please ... please, take me home."

Gerald asked, "You want us to go home?"

She gave a light nod.

"Okay then. First, finish your drink then I'll get you home."

She drained what was left in her glass and he did the same to his and then they both got up to leave. His Honda was parked not too far from the restaurant. He opened the passenger side for Ellen to get in, closed her door for her and then came around and jumped into his, started the car and then drove off. Ellen was half asleep with the amount of alcohol she'd consumed that she hardly noticed the direction Gerald was heading. When he brought the car to a stop and tapped her awake, she looked at the street and it was obvious to her that this wasn't her neighbourhood.

"Where are we?" she asked.

"This is my crib," he said with relish, much the same way a king would indicate at his castle. He pointed at the apartment building beside where they were parked to indicate which it was. "I just need to get something and then I'll drop you off. Come along."


The Makings of Ellen Ch. 01



Seeing no harm in that, she stepped out of the car and followed him into the building, up the stairs to the floor where he lived. He unlocked his door and pushed it open for her to enter before closing it back. Gerald's apartment was modest and tidy. It was the kind of home fit only for a bachelor. He led Ellen past the living room through a corridor that led to the bedroom. 

"This is my kingdom, Ellen. And you're more than welcome to it."

He came to her from behind and Ellen gave a slight jump as his hands cupped her breasts. He pulled her backwards towards him and started nibbling on her ear lobe. Ellen felt herself getting weak-kneed, suddenly melting like an ice cream to his kisses and touch. Her body was finding it hard to resist, and yet her mind was screaming at her that this was wrong ... very, very wrong.

"Wha ... what was it ... you said you wanted ... to get?" she moaned the question.

"That will have to wait," he whispered into her ear. "For now, it's time I take care of that hot body of yours."

"I ... I can't ... I can't ..."

"Yes, you can. Just let me take care of it for you."

His fingers were already working at the buttons of her blouse and in no time had freed them halfway. Her bottom was bumping against the apparent bulge in his pants. He spurn her around and his lips started kissing her neckline while his hands pushed up her skirt from behind and grasped and fondled her panties-clad ass. Ellen was torn between fighting herself away from him and answering to her deepest urges. Urges she never before now thought she possessed. 

"Please ... don't ... let's not ... Uhhh ... take me home," she mumbled.

"Oh yeah, I'll take you home, bitch," he said. "But first, let me give you what you want."

Their lips met and Ellen felt herself let go as his tongue began probing the interior of her mouth. Her arms went around his neck and their kiss deepened passionately. He pulled her body firmly towards him, inserted his hand into the back of her panties and impatiently it slid between the crack of her ass cheeks for whatever buried treasure it could find. Ellen became instantly wet. She felt like she'd just been hit with a high dose of electricity as she then jumped up and wrapped her legs around her boss's waistline, still having her lips interlocked with his. Gerald held onto her, now probing her cunt with two fingers. Together they fell to the bed and continued squirming against themselves. 

Gerald now had her blouse open. He freed her tits from her bra and wrapped his mouth upon one of them. Ellen moaned and squirmed under him. He had one hand under her head which then went to pinching her other free breast while his mouth remained engulfed on her other and his other hand probed the wet interior that was her snatch. Ellen was on fire. Her hips catapulted up and down; her cunt made love to his finger while he bit down hard on each of her tit. Then he looked at her and grinned.

"See what I told you. You're nothing but a hungry white slut, and I'm going to give you what you seriously need."

He finger-fucked her hard and rough. Ellen couldn't stem down her cries from exploding. Her pussy muscles contracted against his fingers and her body started to shiver when he rubbed his thumb against her clit and resumed nibbling on her nipple. Ellen's breath came out in harsh gasps and her hands gripped his shoulders hard when she felt herself explode into an orgasm.

"Ohhh my God! Ohh my God!" she moaned aloud, still reeling from her climax. It had been a long time since she had a climax that explosive. 

He kissed her roughly, shoving his tongue down her throat as far as he could before pulling away from her. He stood up and began removing his clothes; Ellen was still on the bed, gasping, asking herself—what had just happened to me?—when Gerald roughly pulled her skirt from her legs and ripping off her panties while he did. He spat on her snatch opening and then started eating up her pussy. This sent Ellen high up the stratosphere once again; her hands caressed his head while her hips kept on pushing her cunt up to his probing tongue. A moment later he got up and inched forward till he was on top of her with his erect cock leaving a trail of pre-cum over her chest till it was a few inches from her face.

"Now, open your mouth and take that black cock, bitch!" he ordered her.

Ellen surprisingly didn't hesitate. She raised her head up from the bed and took his cock into her mouth and began sucking him off. Gerald held her head up with his hands while she went on sucking and stroking his shaft at the same time; her mouth could barely get past four inches of his cock. He leaned forward over her and jerked his hips forward, giving her more meat to swallow.

"Yeah ... that's it, Ellen. Go ahead and suck that cock," he muttered encouraging words at her. "Keep sucking that cock like you're in love with it ... roll our tongue around my knob ... Ohhh yeah ... that's it. You're a real slut you know that. Go on suck that cock like the white milf slut that you are ... suck that cock, bitch." 

Ellen was enjoying the name-callings he was giving her and it made her worship his cock more, slobbering and making grunting sounds as he shoved it hard and rough into her mouth. Spittle rolled down the sides of her mouth and tears poured from her eyes but still she kept on sucking him. He raised himself up and held up his shaft and told her to worship his balls. He held them out for her and she took each testicle into her mouth, rolling her tongue and lolling over them. This was an act she'd never before done to her husband, and she reasoned if Tim ever was here to find her doing this, he'd be more than just jealous.

"Alright, bitch. Time I get myself a taste of that white first-grade teacher pussy of yours."

Gerald came off Ellen and then he mounted her, holding his shaft in his hand and pushing it through the tight labia walls of her cunt. Ellen tightened her grip on his shoulders, shut her eyes and gave a squeezed off a moan as his cock pushed through the linings of her pussy and into her wet end-zone. The feeling was exquisite. Her legs rose up suddenly and wrapped themselves over his back, pulling him to her body. Gerald gave his cock further thrust into her pussy, going for gold.

"Ahh!" she cried out as she felt his cock strike deep. "Awww ... shit! Oh my God! You're killing me!"

Gerald grunted into her ear. "Don't worry, bitch! I ain't done with your cunt yet!"

His ass went bouncing up and down, slamming his cock in and out of her cunt, taking it deeper and further than no one had ever been to before ... His cock was taking her to heights she never knew existed ... and inside her, though she was hurting, she was actually loving it. 

"Yeahhhh ... how're you liking that cock, bitch?" Gerald sneered into her ear. "You're loving it, aren't you." He grabbed her hair and yanked it hard. "Go on, bitch. Tell me how much you're loving that black cock!"

Ellen whimpered, "Uhh yes ... yes! I'm loving ... loving it!"

"That's not what I said, slut! I said tell me you're loving that black cock! Say it!"

"I'm loving your black cock! Ohh God, I'm loving your black cock!"

"That's good. Now tell me you want more of my black cock."

"I want ... I want your black cock ... more!"

"Yeah, that's what I wanted to hear. Ohh baby, I'm gonna give you my black cock real good."

Gerald rolled on his back, taking Ellen along with him. He had her straddle him and the moment his cock slipped back inside her, he was pistoning his hips up and down as fast as he could, fucking her pussy while his balls slapped against the bottom of her ass. Ellen leaned over his face, howling and screeching her moans like being driven mad by ecstasy. She feebly beat her palm on his chest but even that didn't slow him down. Gerald was unconcerned about her cries; all that in his mind was him tearing up this pussy as good as he could. Ellen felt his cock slamming into her as if she were being struck by lightning. His size was incomparable to any cock she'd even fucked before, but more than that, the way he was fucking her—so intense and so aggressive—was far from the gentle approach her darling Tim used on her. The experience was unlike any she'd had before, and it didn't take long before she found herself giving a loud shriek of utter joy of having reached her second climax before then crashing on his chest.

Gerald wasn't done with her. He growled like a jungle animal, rolling once again to be on top of her. He prodded her legs aside with his thighs—his cock still immersed in her wet-filled pussy—and returned to pounding her hard once again. 

Thick drops of sweat fell from his face and rolled down his neck and both their breathing sounded like hurrying train whistles. Ellen was so lost in the motions she was barely aware of his apparent cumming until it was too late. Her eyes came awake with what he intended to do and in that instant her brain screamed to her with alarming signals.

"No! No, no, no... don't cu...Uhhh... don't cum inside me! Please don't!" She groaned.

Too late. Her boss half sat up, gripped her arms—his face squeezed into a sweaty mask of intensity—his lips opened with a loud groan as he spurted his load of semen one after the other inside her cunt. Ellen too couldn't help but moan louder from the feel, nearly lifting herself from the bed, before Gerald then collapsed on top of her. He stayed on her for a few seconds before rolling off to the side; his breathing felt as if he'd just run a triathlon. 

Ellen was in a state of undeniable bliss though not for long. She laid there beside her boss, feeling her heart starting to grow calm, and also the heat that was coming from her pussy. Her reached a hand to her cunt and felt his cum pouring out of her. She couldn't believe he'd cum inside of her ... that she'd gotten herself drunk, seduced, and then fucked by her job and to top it all off, he'd unnecessarily ejaculated his semen inside of her. 

Oh God, what am I going to do now?



The Makings of Ellen Ch. 02



The key slipped into the door's keyhole and unlocked the mechanism inside it. She held the door frame and gently eased it open, not wishing it to make any noise than it already would have. The living room was quiet and deserted. That was good. Ellen stepped into her house and quietly locked back the door. 

She craved for a hot cup of coffee, but before that she had other things to do first. She went up the stairs and peeked into the children's room, saw them all snuggled and asleep in their beds and then quietly headed for hers. She took off her clothes—she wasn't wearing any panties this time as the remains of it were still back at her boss's place—and went into the bathroom to have herself a warm shower. The water cascaded down on her, soothing her over-wrought body. It did little to stem down the yearning throb she was having around her crotch. God, her pussy felt as if someone had lit a match to it. While she sponged herself, she couldn't help feeling her hand around it, inserting two fingers between her cunt's lips. She reflected on the bout of fucking she'd undergone an hour ago ... in her mind's eye she could still feel the girth of her boss's cock ... the brute manner with which he'd penetrated and fucked her madly with it. Now she was having doubts whether the pain would calm down before morning. Hopefully it would.

Her shower ended, Ellen returned to the bedroom and put on her night wear. She thought about going downstairs to the kitchen to fix herself a cup of coffee ... but was mindful about waking up the kids. She couldn't stomach being bombarded with questions from them about where she'd gone to, whom she'd gone to see, and why she'd return so late. That would all just have to wait till morning, and perhaps by then she would have dreamed up a perfect lie.

Her best option was to get herself some sleep. She slipped into the covers and turned off her table lamp.

* * * *

She came awake not by the alarm clock sounding off but by her cell phone ringing incessantly. She groaned as she reached for it while at the same time turning on the light of the table lamp, wondering who it might be. Her grumbling died when she saw that it was her husband calling—at 5:34 A.M.

"Hello honey," her voice sounded groggy even to herself.

"How're you doing, beautiful," came her husband's voice.

"Darling ... isn't it a little too early for you to be calling?

"I know, and I'm so sorry about it. It's going to be a lonely Saturday for me here without you, and I just wanted to hear the sound of your voice this lovely morning. How was your night?"

"My night was ..." she paused for a moment, biting down on her tongue. My God, how do I tell Tim what I'd done last night?

"Ellen? Ellen, are you there?"

"Yes ... yes, Tim, I'm here. Sorry about that, my mind was stuck on something else for a moment. Anyway, my night was fine ... just missing you though."

"I know you are, darling. I'm missing you and the kids as well. Say hi to them for me, and tell them how much I miss them."

"I'll do so. You be a good boy over there now. I'll talk to you again soon."

They said goodbye to each other before the call ended. Ellen looked at the time on her phone screen once again and sighed. She was feeling rather weak and tired but now that she'd come awake—all thanks to Tim—she found it hard slipping back into dreamland. Feeling frustrated, she got up from the bed and walked out of the room. Her destination was the kitchen, in search of that coffee she ought to have taken earlier.

In the kitchen, she heated a kettle of water on the stove and minutes later was seated at the kitchen table sipping hot coffee while staring at the approaching dawn in the sky outside the window. The throb that had been aching her crotch was no longer there. It was hard for her to believe that she hadn't been royally fucked the previous evening ... a mere hours ago. Royally fucked. She sniggered at the phase. No, a much better one would be that she had been royally well fucked, that's what it was. One of her mom's favourite anecdotes was that famous line of calling a spade by its name. She wondered what her mom would have thought had she been the one who'd been royally well fucked. 

Was it rape? 

Had her boss taken her against her will simply because she'd been too drunk to fight back at him? She was double-minded about this. It could be—it does sort of feel like it. If so, then she ought to be downright angry now. She could picture herself right now filing a law suit against him later in the day ... and yet she wasn't thinking about such. The onslaught of his cock still reverberated in her mind, and as vile and vindictive as she should be right now ... she was actually missing it. His cock had filled and fucked her pussy in so many ways that no man in her life had ever done, not even sweet Tim, her husband. 

The day was just about breaking. Ellen decided she was going to have to confront Gerald about last night if she was ever going to have some peace of mind. It was a good thing too that Tim wouldn't be back till early next week, thus she had enough time on hand to settle this ... situation. Still unresolved about whatever she planned on doing next, she drained the remainder of her coffee and washed it off before leaving the kitchen and returning back to her bedroom. She pretended to fall asleep but knew even that wasn't going to happen. An hour later, the kids were banging at her door to wake up. 

* * * *

She was onto her second cup of coffee for the day, seated at the kitchen table going through a Vanity Fair magazine in front of her when there came a tapping sound at the kitchen's net door facing the back of the house. She looked up and gave a wan smile at the middle-aged woman standing outside her door. 

The woman, whose name was Annie Seymour, waved at her. "Hiya Ellen," she called out in a high-sounding voice.

Ellen got up from her chair and went to let her neighbour in. "Hi there, Annie. Didn't know you'd be around by this time."

"I thought I'd take a break from my tennis games," said Annie. "Besides, I've got very little or just about nothing else to do, so I figured I'd stay at home and look after him and maybe catch up the re-runs of Desperate Housewives."

That figures, thought Ellen, as she returned to her kitchen table. If there was anyone who's got a healthy addiction towards watching whatever home-drama episode of Desperate Housewives, it's Annie. Although they've been friends since Ellen and Tim moved in here—neighbours and friends—Ellen couldn't help not having herself a measure of distrust towards her. Annie was a known flirt in the neighbourhood, an incontrovertible one as such and she was very open and proud about it. She and her husband, Eric, were certified swingers and have been indulging in the lifestyle since they got married twelve years ago. Annie was approaching her mid-thirties. She stood at about the same height as that sexy Alien movie actress, Sigourney Weaver, though she wasn't as skinny as she was. Annie was blessed with a rather voluptuous figure that complimented every part of her anatomy. Her breasts were always jutting outward, wanting to pop out of her clothes, and the fact that she enjoyed wearing tight-fitting shirts seemed to make that appropriate. And she loved wearing short skirts to show off her legs. She claimed to have been taking tennis lessons at a fitness club. But Ellen figured the only lesson she was probably having was screwing the young tennis instructor, with or without her husband knowing. She was a confessed man-eater, if ever such a title did exist. Time after time, she'd made attempts at enrolling Ellen and Tim towards attending their numerous neighbourhood parties. It was no secret that such parties usually ended in debauchery, and also that Annie's number one aim was to find a means of snaring Tim to herself. Ellen knew this too well, and thus almost always drew a line whenever it came to her dealings with her.

"I just thought I'd borrow some sugar from you, if you've got any," said Annie.

"Oh, yeah, sure." Annie opened one cupboard after another before then finding a jar that contained sugar, which she then gave to her neighbour friend.

"Thanks. I'll just have four, if you don't mind." She selected the cubes from the jar and then sealed back the lid. "By the way, Eric told me that Tim has gone off to some business sort of trip."

Such a neighbourhood snooper she was, thought Ellen. This was another thing about her that she despised.

"No, it wasn't business. More had to do with the company sending him off to clear some things in Denver. Whatever for, I don't know."

"Really. I've never been to Denver, but I've got a cousin or two residing there. When do you think he will be back?"

"Next Monday or maybe a day or two after. It depends."

"Too bad. Him leaving you home alone with the kids and nothing else. You must be lonely in here with the kids."

"I can manage. Besides, he's only going to be gone for a few days, not a week or a month." She was desperately trying to return to her magazine but had no other choice than satisfying her friend's nagging presence.

"So what're you going to be doing to keep busy, besides being a mom, I mean?"

"I'll think of something," replied Ellen. "I've got some first-grade home works to go over, and then maybe if I get too bored and can't think of nothing else, I can come over looking for you to keep me company."

This was the last thing Ellen could think of doing, but it was said merely so Annie could leave her in peace with some happiness in her mind.

"You know where to find me," Annie smiled. "Well, I'd better hurry on back home. Jamie's going to be missing me. So, I'll check up on you later to see if you're getting too bored or not."

"You do that, Annie." She escorted her out the kitchen door.

"God, I wish Eric could be out of town more often," said Annie wistfully as she stepped out of her friend's kitchen. "I could have myself so much fun if he does that."

"I thought that's something you regularly do even when he's around."

Annie never hid details of her sexual escapades from any of her neighbourhood friends, and that included Ellen.

"I know. Just that the fun's double when he's not around to watch or join in. You know what I'm saying?"

Ellen joined her in laughing, though it died off when she began walking away, crossing the picket fence that divided their home.

--------

For weeks, Gerald, prior to last night's adventure, had been trying really hard to dig into Ellen's pants. He'd called her up on her cell phone time after time that she'd had no choice but save his number in her phone, though under a different name so as not to alert Tim if by chance Gerald ever attempted to call her when they were together. It was a good thing such hadn't happened. Done with perusing the magazine, she went in search of her cell phone to dial his number. Her kids were playing outside while the dial tone rang in her ear. 

The line got picked up the third time and her boss's familiar voice up into her ear. "Hi there, Ellen," he said.

She decided to play it cool. "Hello, Gerald."

"I was hopping you'd call earlier, but I'm even happier you still have my number."

She was feeling the vibe of his voice. It was taking her back to last night, and she didn't want that. "I need ... I need to talk to you, Gerald. I need to talk to you about last night."

"I figured you would," his voice seemed to be grinning at her from the other end of the phone. "I just got back to my apartment right now, and won't be stepping out till later on. If you ain't too busy, you can drop over right now and let's get reacquainted."

"I'll be on my way in the next half hour," she said.

"Okay, cool. Oh, and don't forget to wear something sexy."

Ellen ended the talk; she couldn't tempt herself to find him a snappy reply. She did however find something soothing to wear. 

She arrived at his apartment building thirty minutes later. Just like last night she didn't take the car with her, and she'd left her kids in her neighbour's care before leaving. Up the stairs she went till she came before his apartment's door and knocked. It came open and standing there with his huge frame blocking the interior of the sitting room. He had one arm by the door and the other by the side, grinning at her. The top button of his jeans was unbuttoned and he wasn't wearing any shirt.

"Ellen, you're looking as lovely as ever," he said.

Ellen held her handbag before her as if like a shield. "I need to talk to you, Gerald."

"So you said over on the phone." He pushed his door further open for her to step inside, which she did.

Was she expecting to find some other company in here with him? No, she wasn't. But right away she perceived the aroma of burning incense. It got her thinking that someone else was in the apartment with them. Just then there came the sound of footsteps coming from the bedroom and it turned out to be a young white girl with long flowing raven black hair that reached halfway down her backside. She was slim and her breasts were small but pointy. She stood there wearing a pair of boxer shorts and nothing else, casting an insolent look at Ellen as if angered by her appearance.

"Yo, Mabel," said Gerald, "I've got some business to take care of right now. How about dropping by later on."

Mabel stood there unmoving by the corridor's entrance, her eyes were still sizing Ellen up while she made as if she hadn't heard Gerald's voice. She turned and went back into the bedroom and when she returned afterwards, she was half dressed with a handbag draped over her shoulder. She cut Ellen a snide look before walking past her not saying a word and slamming the door behind her. Gerald turned in the lock, smiling at Ellen.

"She's lives a couple of doors from mine and comes around now and then to keep me company," he said as if in defense.

"Like I said, I came to talk to you about last night, Gerald," she said. "I wanted to let you know that I really wasn't that happy about what went on here between us."

He came towards her. "You thinking I took advantage of you?"

"Yes ... I think you did." She tried not to make eye contact with him even as he came to a stop before her. "I think you lured me with that job offer which is nonexistent, since you've wanted to take advantage of me for a long time."

"That ain't true, Ellen. The job is real, and you saw the flier and knew that wasn't faked. But as for me taking advantage of you ... would I be doing such if I did this?" 

Gerald reached for her handbag and pulled it from her grasp. Ellen didn't fight him even he threw it across the couch. His hands went between her arms to her waistline and pulled her body towards him. Ellen moved first an inch, then another till her chin was against his shoulder; up close she could inhale the scent muskiness of his armpits. It was such an overpowering smell. Her hips came against his crotch.

"Dance with me," he said to her.

"No," she said.

"Come on, I promise to be gentle."

"There's no music playing," she said.

"There don't need to be," he replied.

Her arms came from under his armpits and over the back of his shoulders as together they both began to sway side to side as if they were doing a slow waltz. His hands went from her waistline down the back of her jeans where they then grasped her ass. Ellen wanted to protest, but she couldn't. Her body wasn't in her control anymore. 

Oh God, what am I doing here? She said to herself.

"Gerald, we—"

"Shhh, don't say a word."

His lips kissed the side of her cheek and slid up to cup the soft part of her ear. Ellen gave a sigh that sounded like a tea kettle releasing steam.

"We shouldn't be doing this ..." she muttered, though it sounded even less than a whisper. "I shouldn't ... be doing this."

Yet she was doing it, she actually was doing it. Her hands squeezed the backside of his shoulders, urging him to keep on with what he'd started. Gerald nibbled on her ear lobe as if it were a piece of meat he wanted to munch on. While he did so, his large pair of hands went on squeezing and groping her bottom till one of them forced its fingers down the waistline to feel the seam of her panties. Ellen's eyes were half shut and she moaned over his shoulder. His lips left her ear and slid backward in search of her lips. Their lips met, parted open and made way for each other's tongue to mesh with each other. Their kiss was both hungry and desperate. Ellen's hands wrapped themselves around his neck and pulled his face down towards hers. No longer did she listen to that conscientious voice of hers, the one that kept telling her she was making a very big mistake. 

[What if Tim finds out about this? Exactly how would you expect him to take it that you're here acting like a sex-craved tramp who hasn't felt a cock in years?]

Her answer to the voice: [Shut up and let me the fuck alone!]

Gerald's tongue darted in and out of her mouth, his lips taking time to lick the underside of hers before resuming the kissing frenzy. Ellen too wasn't going to be undaunted and she too gave him as fervent a kiss as she passionately could. This was unlike anything she'd ever done before with anyone. 

Gerald picked her up from the floor. She wrapped her legs instinctively around his waistline and held onto him as he carried her towards the direction of the bedroom. 

He dropped her hard on the bed enough to make her bounce. In one instant his hands undid the remaining buttons of his jeans and pushed it along with his underpants down his legs. Ellen meanwhile was fighting with the buttons of her blouse even as he came to her with his erection hard and strong jutting off between his legs. He came and straddled her chest, his cock sticking like a tent pole towards her face. He held a hand under Ellen's head to hold her up, though he needn't bother about her mouth finding his cock. 

"Hmmmm," she moaned in the back of her throat as her lips wrapped itself around his shaft and she took a first long suck of it for the day. He kept holding her head up and pushing her face towards his cock, wanting her to feed more and more on his shaft.  

"Yeah," he urged her on, "keep sucking that black dick. I know it's what you came for ... keep sucking it, pretty white bitch."

By now there was no pretence on her part as to what she was doing, or even why she was doing it. Ellen's mind simply stopped focussing on the why while her body did the answering for her. She brought both hands and wrapped them around Gerald's cock and went on stroking him even as her mouth kept sucking on the knobbed head of his dick. Gerald came over her and began pressing his cock down her face, forcing the remainder of his shaft into her throat. Ellen gagged on his cock with streams of saliva pouring off the sides of her mouth and her tears watered her eyes. Still Gerald forced his cock down on her. 

A while later he came off her and helped her out of her jeans and panties; Ellen felt grateful he didn't rip it off like he did the one of last night. He pushed her to fall on her back, her legs coming up, and then brought his face to the spot where her flaming pussy was. 

It was now Ellen's turn to groan as she felt the wet smack of his lips against her pussy lips. She was hardly prepared for such and the surprise was just unexpected. Ellen loved receiving head from Tim, though there was a difference here. Whereas Tim opted for gentleness whenever his face burrowed between her legs, Gerald was anything but that. His lips and tongue took turns eating her out, making as if he intended to suck out every aspect of wetness out of her cunt. Her hands grabbed his head as she felt his tongue flick against the piece of meat that was her clit and it felt like being struck with lightning. Her head fell back on the bed and her back arched upward in a spasm of ecstatic thunder.




The Makings of Ellen Ch. 02



"Ohh God! Ohh my God!" she groaned through gritted teeth as she pressed her boss's face down on her pussy. Her hips grind side to side. Her pussy was hungry for him and it didn't wish for him to stop what he was doing.

Gerald went on slobbering and feeding on her pussy with hungry relish. His lips munched on her clit while he inserted two fingers into her cunt and finger-fucked her with it. Ellen's cries rose like a harridan and she squirmed and thrashed underneath him, wanting to get away from the rampaging fire he'd lit upon her. Gerald pressed his arms down on her quivering thighs and dug his face further into what he was doing. It wasn't long before he felt the expected tremor rave through her body and Ellen shot herself surprisingly from where she lay and shrieked as another bout of orgasm slammed her body. 

"Ahhhh ... Awww shit! Awwww my God, I'm cuminngggg!"

She fought to crawl away from Gerald, but he managed to hold her down in the midst of her excitement. When eventually he let go of her, it was like floating to the surface of the ocean. Ellen laid there panting heavily. Her chest rose and fell like a pendulum. She looked down her chest, past the breasts with her standing nipples, she saw Gerald sitting there stroking his cock and grinning at her.

"You enjoyed that, didn't you?" he asked her.

Ellen was still caught in the aftershock of her climax she could barely answer him. She'd never climaxed from that before. She wanted to enjoy the feeling before thinking of anything else.

Gerald didn't give her that much time. He came upon her and reached down between her legs and guided his cock into her sloppy wetness. Once again her arms wrapped over his back and she gave a murmuring sigh as she felt the head of his cock, followed by his shaft, slip willingly inside her. His cock met with little tightness of obstruction and not even giving her time to get used to his girth, Gerald went into his game and began pounding her with it. Within seconds the bed wasn't the only thing in the room groaning. Ellen couldn't stop the expletives from flying out of her lips. 

"Ohh Shit! Ohh ... Ohhh God! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

"Oh yeah, I'm gonna fuck you, bitch!" Gerald growled at her. "Gonna fuck your first-grade teaching pussy good!"

"Oh yeah ... fuck my pussy! Awwhhhh God! Fuck me!"

Gerald ground himself on top of her like a quarterback running with the ball and proceeded to give her a good fucking. Ellen simply lay under him with lead-heavy hands taking the brute force of his cock. His hands went under the back of her head and grasped her hair, yanking it hard enough for her to cry out from it while his hips went on moving up and down over her waistline. His cock kept widening her cunt with dexterous intensity. Ellen could barely keep up with the wave of euphoria his cock was giving to her even as she moaned and cried out his name.

"Ohh God ... stop .... st ... stop ..."

All of a sudden, Gerald did stop what he was doing. Ellen's eyes shot open with fear.

"Why ... what ..." she pants the question.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked her. His cock was still buried inside her but he wasn't moving.

"Ohh nooo ... please ... don't stop," she panted.

"Don't stop what, Ellen? You'd better say it out loud for me to hear."

Yes ... yes, she wanted him to stop what he was doing. This was insane! A part of her mind wanted him to stop this instant what he was doing to her. She wanted to push him off her, gather up her clothes and wear them on and then scuttle her butt out of his bedroom and out of his apartment and swear never to speak to him again. And perhaps when Tim gets back from Denver, she would confess to him all that's happened since he left and ask that he forgive her ...

All this and more she would have done had she the nerve to tell him to stop. But instead she went the other direction. Besides she'd never been so horny in her life as she was right there and then. She wanted to feel every essence of his cock and more. She wanted him to take her much the same way he'd done the previous night, treat her like a filthy whore and not an upstanding wife. 

"Noooo," she moaned at the same time shook her head, tightened her grip on his shoulders. "No ... please, don't stop. Don't stop!"

"You know you're a slut, Ellen. I told you this last night, but maybe you weren't hearing me clearly. If you want me to continue fucking you, you're going to have to beg for it. Now, do you still want me to stop?"

The bastard, she thought to herself. He just wasn't going to let her get off easily. Amazing, his cock was still staying erect inside her.

"Oh please, Gerald ... please, don't stop fucking me ... please don't."

He cocked his head to the side, still making fun of her. "You sure about that, Ellen? I wouldn't want you thinking this was just me taking undue advantage of you, you know."

Ellen was getting sick and worn up with his games. She was ready to cry bloody murder on him if he kept taunting her like this. "Fuck you, Gerald!" she spat the words at him with every emotion in her body. "Just go ahead and fuck the shit out of me, PLEASE!"

He grinned victoriously. "My duty to please the lady."

His hips returned to life and resumed pumping his cock in and out of her, faster this time. He sat up, held her legs aside and went on jerking forward and back, shooting his dick, now cum-stained with her juice, in and out of her cunt. Ellen was feeling once again the brute force of his cock slamming into her and it felt so much like climbing the walls of Heaven. Her breathing sounded erratic and her moans were in near tandem with his cock fucking her in and out. 

Gerald pulled out of her suddenly and Ellen was nearly afraid that he was resorting to his former tricks of making her beg once again. Instead of that, he turned her over and had her face down on the bed, with a pillow under her face. Ellen was least prepared when he thrust his cock into her once again. She yelped in surprise as her pussy muscles tightened around his shaft. Her fingers gripped the bed sheets and her arms grew taut as he forced himself further in and out of her. Gerald slid his hands under to cup one of her tits and gave it a hard squeeze. Ellen cried out each time he shoved his cock back inside her.

"Oh yeah!" he grunted into her ear. His breathing was sharp and strong; their sweat merged together as one. "You loving that black cock, bitch?"

"Oh yes!" she murmured between moans. And indeed, she was loving it. "Oh yes, I'm so loving it!"

"You're going to be loving this cock for a long time, bitch! You're going to be my favourite slut, you hear."

Ellen barely listened to his words. In her minds' eye she saw a galaxy of exploding stars, all of them occurring with each thrust of his cock. Gerald, still holding onto her, turned over on his back, taking her along. Now she was straddling him, reverse cowgirl style, and went on riding him through the duration of another climax which exploded somewhere close to the epicentre of her heart that she nearly fell off from him. 

Gerald went on pounding her harder and harder till eventually he too achieved his own lingering climax. And just like last time, he spurted his load way deep inside of her.



The Makings of Ellen Ch. 03



Space.

She was floating through space. It was peaceful and quiet in here; she never knew space could be like this. She could spend every moment in here, lost in its eerie gentility, and she would never regret.

"How're you feeling, sunshine?"

A voice sounding more like God spoke to her.

Ellen's eyes twitched open and then she remembered where she was—in her boss's bedroom, lying on his bed of course. It took less time for her mind to recall what she'd come there for: I was going to confront him about what happened here between us last night ... but instead I'd given my body to him on a plate and he had in turn given me another royally well-fucked episode ... and I had enjoyed every second of it! Oh God, I'm such a slut!

She was lying on her left arm, turned away from him. She felt his arm come over her and then turned her around till she was facing him. 

"I thought you were asleep," Gerald said to her, giving her a kiss.

"I thought I was too, until you said something."

He felt his hand over her hip. She brought her arm to his shoulder and caressed his muscles. "I'm glad you dropped by. I was feeling a little lonely in here."

"How about that skinny broad you said was keeping you company?"

"Who, you mean Mabel? Nah, she's just a cute neighbour who does a little house keeping for me sometimes. Besides, she ain't got nothing compared to you."

"Hmm, that's some house-keeper you've got," said Ellen. She couldn't believe she was talking like this. Was she suddenly getting jealous over him being with someone else? "Maybe I shouldn't have come here after all."

"But you did, and that's all that matters. How's your husband doing, by the way?"

She flinched when he said that and withdrew her arm from him as if his skin had suddenly become hot. "None of your business, Gerald."

"It is my business as you're not out there with him," he said.

"He's out of town—you already know that, so don't bother asking about him. He's got nothing to do with you."

"You think so? I've just fucked his woman, and you think he's nothing I should know about?" he took her hands into his, caressing them. "What're the chances that he's going to be happy knowing what we just did?"

"Stop being such an asshole, Gerald." She pulled herself from him and got up from the bed, feeling angry and used. "I never should have come here—God, what was I thinking. We never should have done any of this. I'd better get dressed and be off—this was all some big mistake, and I know I'm going to regret it till the day I die."

"What's done is done, Ellen," he smiled at her. "There's no need for regrets. We did do it last night, remember? First we had dinner, then a bottle of wine, and then we came over here and we fucked. At least that was how it went for me. And we both got our rocks off, too. Don't go telling me you didn't have fun."

Ellen was struggling to wear back her panties and bra. "You're such an arrogant bastard, Gerald. First, you seduced me, but before that you lied to me about some job offer. You still going to lie there and tell me all of that wasn't some bullshit lie?"

"I've never lied to you, Ellen." He got up from the bed and came to her. His huge frame seemed to dominate her in every way. "I never lied about that job, and you know it. I showed you proof about it, remember? What I want you to do is to start getting with the program here."

"And what is the so-called program, huh, Gerald? What?"

"That you're one fine woman, and you're a horny white slut, that's what," he said to her matter-of-factly, without mincing any words. "You're a white slut in love with black cock, and that's what you always have been, so don't fight it. You got your first taste of it last night, and since then you've been dreaming and thinking of it—don't lie about it or pretend you don't know what it is that I'm talking about, because you do. Since you left my pad last night, you've been craving for it. It's the craving that brought you back here today, and if you keep denying it, the craving is going to keep at you until you learn to accept it."

Ellen stopped what she was doing and looked at him with dismay. "Who the hell do you think you are, Gerald? I'm a married wife, for God's sake! I've got kids and a home to take care of!"

Gerald raised his hands in mock surrender, chuckling. "I know that, Ellen. And I'm not stealing you from your man or your kids—those are stuff you can keep. What I want from you—no, what I desire from you—is your sex, and your body."

"That's a solid no, Gerald."

"Don't try fighting it, Ellen. Less than an hour ago, while I was fucking you, you should have heard all the nasty stuff your ass was hollering. You kept begging me to fuck you harder, and I did, and you did cum, too. I'll bet it was unlike anything you've had in a long time—even better than your pussy-ass hubby must given you all this time, and I can tell he ain't doing much in the sack."

"I told you to leave Tim out of this," she said.

"You want him out of this, then he will be. You can keep being his wife and mother to his kids, I don't care. That ain't my line of work. But I do care about you, and it's you I want."

"I'm not going to be what you want me to be, Gerald. I don't care about last night or about what we've just done ... but I'm not going to be anybody's slut. Especially not yours."

"Ohhh, but yes you are, Ellen. Starting now."

He grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him, holding her tight. Ellen struggled to be free from him, but he began kissing the sides of her chin and neck, making her melt once again to his sly charm. She hated it that her body was wilfully responding to his touch without even putting up a fight.

"Remember I told you that you're going to be my favourite slut," he whispered while he nibbled on her ear lobe. His hands caressed her bottom, fondling her ass cheeks. "I'm going to own this pussy, and I'm going to fuck it from six ways till Sunday. And who knows, one of these days, we'll let Tim in on the action. I'll bet he'd love to watch."

Ellen pushed him away from her and he fell to the bed shaking with laughter. She gathered up the rest of her clothes and her handbag and went into the living room where she continued dressing up. Gerald came in search of her, though he didn't make any attempt at stopping her. He was still laughing even as she finished putting on her blouse. 

"Come on, Ellen," he said in the midst of a chuckling fit. "You know I was just playing with you. I'm sorry, okay. Come on, let's be friends again."

"Go fuck yourself, Gerald." She pushed her hair back in place and finished buttoning her blouse. "I hope I never get to see you again."

She wore on her shoes, slung her handbag over her shoulder and rushed out of his apartment door.

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What do I do now?

She was back to that age-old question, the same one she'd asked herself last night when she returned home after Gerald succeeded having his way with her. The question was back at her now, knocking with a vengeance, as she lounged in the backseat of the taxi that was driving her home. So tired was Ellen, her mind wasn't on top performance at the moment. She could do nothing except curse herself for being so stupid. Why did she venture to his place once again, after what had happened the previous night. She felt stupid and dumb, like a criminal revisiting the site of a committed crime. How could she ever have thought of such in the first place? Still as she made the journey home, her mind kept drifting. 

The taxi deposited her in front of her house. Her SUV still remained parked in the driveway. She let herself into the house and was glad to find it quiet just as when she had left it. The kids were probably still playing at their friends' across the street. That was good. She stopped to view herself in a wall mirror hanging by the foyer and was surprised by what she saw. Her hair was dishevelled; her makeup was just about ruined. She was staring at a shadow of the same woman who'd left her more than an hour ago with the thought of confronting her boss. That was some confrontation, alright. 

She sauntered towards the bedroom and when inside slumped down on the bed. She sat there for a moment then fell on her back on the bed, slapping her left hand over her face. 

At first she didn't notice it, but a moment later when she held up her left hand and looked it over, she then realised that something was missing. It came to her like a surprise when she realised her wedding band on her third finger wasn't there anymore. The imprint of her ring was there alright, but no ring.

Her mind screamed at her: Oh my God, I've lost my ring!

She sat up and started riffling through everything in her handbag. When she became desperate, she turned it upside down and emptied its contents on the bed and searched through the lot. Still her ring wasn't there. She picked up her phone and tapped a finger to her temple, trying to recall anything she could about the taxi service that had brought her home. But the ring couldn't have slipped out of her hand while in the taxi ... could it?

As if on cue, she jumped when her cell phone suddenly started ringing. It was Gerald calling.

"What do you want, Gerald?"

"That's no way to talk to your boss and would-be lover, is it, Ellen?" his voice floated into her ear.

"I've got nothing to say to you, Gerald," she said.

"But yes you do ... not unless you want to get your ring back."

* * * * 

Ellen was in a rush. 

Did she have any choice besides jumping into her SUV, not caring anymore about being noticed, and racing back to her boss's home to get back what was hers? Later when she thought about it, the answer always came out as a no. Still she wasn't prepared for the reception that awaited her when she got there.

She was just about winded when she got to his floor after clambering up the stairs; her worst fear was that he wouldn't be at his pad when she got there. The opposite was the case. She knocked on his door and heard his familiar voice from within yell that it was open. 

She pushed the door open and inhaled a deep breath as she stepped inside.

There was no one in the living room. Then Gerald's voice sounded again: "Come over to the bedroom, Ellen."

She went in that direction. The bedroom door was half open and she could make out a figure sitting by the edge of the bed. It wasn't till she pushed the door further open that she got the full picture.

Gerald wasn't alone. The young lady whom she'd met previously when she arrived was there with him, and she was on her knees before him naked, bopping her head up and down on his crotch. Gerald grinned at Ellen and waved his hand for her to come in. 

Mabel turned her face from her cock-sucking adventure for a moment and fixed Ellen with a baleful pair of eyes before resuming what she was doing. Ellen too was instinctively jealous seeing the young lady go to work on her boss's cock and she unconsciously licked her tongue over her lips.

"Come over, Ellen," said Gerald. "Don't stand there acting bashful; Mabel here won't bite. Would you, Mabel?"

All that escaped the young girl's mouth was her tongue and lips slurping over his cock and nothing more. Gerald muttered a groan from it.

"AHH SHIT! Damn girl! You sure know how to use those lips of yours!"

Ellen stood there hypnotised by what she was seeing. A part of her wanted to turn around and flee from the room, while another part wanted very much to join in the action ... then she remembered what she'd come back here for.

"Gerald, I ... I came for my ring."

Gerald feigned ignorance. "What, Ellen? I'm sorry but Mabel's lips seem to be distracting me. What was it you just said?"

She took a step towards him; her eyes went from him back to Mabel playing with his cock. "I said that I came ... I came back for my ring. I forgot it here ... I want it back, and on the phone you said you have it."

"I said that? Oh well, maybe I do have it ..." he paused to moan 'Ahh Shit!' then returned to what he was saying: "And maybe I don't. Thing is ... you're going to have to go to work for it, know what I mean." He indicated his eyes at what the young lady was doing to him. "You ready to be my slut, Ellen?"

"Please, Gerald. Don't make me do this."

"Do what, Ellen? You've already done it to me earlier today and last night, remember? You doing it one more time ain't going to change anything. Besides," he held up her wedding ring for her to see. "Do you really want to have this or don't you?"

She replied by nodding her head.

"Then you'd better get yourself out of those clothes, come down here right now and start earning it."

Her eyes glanced at Mabel then back at Gerald. He figured what she was indicating at and smiled.

"Don't you worry about Mabel here, she's used to sharing. Aren't you, Mabel?"

Mabel gave a muffled grunt that sounded more like 'Unh-hunh'.

"There, you see. Now how about you taking off those clothes, Ellen. Hurry up, 'cause I'm soon about to bust a nut down this bitch's throat."

The battle was already decided for her as her hands started undressing herself. Afterwards, she told herself that it wasn't like she had any other choice at all. She couldn't just turn around and leave with him still having her wedding ring. Though unarguable, the thought of getting a taste once more of that black cock was fervent on her mind. She was drooling in her mouth by the time she was done working her legs out of her jeans. 

Gerald tapped for Mabel to inch to the side so as to make room for Ellen who too came to kneel in front of him. Mabel took her mouth off his cock and held it for Ellen as she opened her lips to engulf him. She took her first mouth-pull of his cock and right away it brought back fond memories of her sucking him earlier on. Gerald swept her hair from her face while he watched her go down to work on him.

"Yeah ... that's how I love getting sucked," he muttered. "Ohh yeah, Ellen, you're a quick learner, aren't you."

Mabel took his lump-sized balls into her mouth and gagged on them while Ellen concentrated on her mouth-pleasuring skills. She felt a hand rubbing the window of her cunt and looked down to find it was the young lady doing that. Mabel brought her lips to one of her tits and was sucking on it while her hand rubbed and massaged her clit with vigour. It spurred Ellen onward with her sucking. Gerald moaned with repetition while his hand kept sweeping her locks of hair from her face.

"Ohhh yeah ... go ahead, Ellen, honey ... suck that black cock like you love it."

She did just that, stroking his shaft as hard as she could while her mouth rolled and slobbered over his erection. Mabel came back up and Ellen had to give way for her to get a couple of licks herself. Ellen tugged at each of his testicles while Mabel licked and worshiped his cock with her mouth. 

"Come up here, Ellen," Gerald indicated. "Let's take a good lick at that pussy of yours."

Gerald lay on his back while Ellen came forward and sat over his face. Her hand held up his head while his lips and tongue licked her pussy walls and beyond. Ellen felt a clenching in her heart as his tongue flicked its way into her pussy's wetness. She ground her ass down on his face and moaned successively from the action he was giving her.

Mabel decided now was the time appropriate to mount him. Gerald slid further up on the bed and widened his legs for Mabel to straddle him which she did. Her moan rose to an octave as his bulbous prick's head tore through the opening of her cunt just as she lowered herself down on him. She held her ass up and brought it back down again and began riding him just like that. Her breasts bounced and jiggled just as she did, and so did the bed. Her panting moans now were in counterpoint to that of Ellen's. 

"Mind getting off me for a moment, Ellen?" grunted Gerald. 

Ellen came off him and lay on the side and watched as he concentrated his effort on the nubile beauty who was busy riding his dick like a demented pinto. Her moans were long and lingering. He too was bucking his thighs up and down, driving his cock all the way into her as hard as he could, with both of them grunting like wild animals.

"UUHHHHHHH ... AGGHHHHHH ... SMACK MY ASS! GO ON, SMACK ME!"

Gerald's hands slapped her ass hard, sounding like an exploding firecracker. He went on slapping the sides of her ass till her skin turned red and still she bounced on him like crazy. She leaned forward and their lips met and they kissed with hunger even as her butt rode up and down his shaft. Ellen played with her pussy and pinched her tits while at the same time watching them. She was jealous that it wasn't her that was riding him there and then.

Gerald pushed Mabel abruptly off him just when their bout of fucking was getting to a peak and he sat up and made Ellen to be on her back, coming between her legs. He beat his cock against her pussy opening, teasing her with it, before shoving it all the way inside her. Her body tensed up and she grabbed hold of his arms and howled. Her face was a mask of hurt and pain as the thickness of his cock invaded her pussy.

"AHHHHH SHIITTTT!" she screamed out while still holding onto him for dear life. The rush of his pounding dick was unlike any she'd had before. "OHHHHH FUCK! OH FUCK ME!"

He slid his hands under her backside to grasp her ass and fucked her hard and deep. He thrust his cock into her all the way as relentless as he could. He was breathing like an angry bull next to her face and she too couldn't stop howling from the hurt of his prick punishing her cunt. Mabel sat beside them and each time Gerald withdrew his cock, her hands pressed down on his ass, urging him to fuck her deeper.

"Yeah, fuck her, master!" she grinned. "Fuck that married slut, master!"

Ellen couldn't have known how long the bout went but with her lying there surrendering to every ounce of pleasure his cock was giving to her it felt as if time had stopped moving. Gerald kissed and licked the sweat off the side of her neck, all the while grounding his cock as deep as he could inside her with his balls slapping against the underside of her ass. Her fingers sank into the skin of his shoulders, wrapped and crossed her legs over his butt while Mabel kept on begging him to fuck her harder. 

"You loving that dick, Ellen?" he grunted at her.

"Ughhh ... Ugghhhh ... Yeah! Yeah!"

"You love that black dick fucking you?"

"Yessss ... Oh God, yesssss!"

She came seconds after she screamed that last reply. Gerald ejaculated not long after that. He emptied his load of semen all the way inside Ellen's pussy, panting for breath as he then pulled out of her. Mabel was there to grasp his wet prick into her mouth and licked every trace of cum from him. Gerald fell to the other side of the bed while she went on cleaning him off. When she was done with him, she turned her attention to Ellen. Mabel held her legs aside and went on sucking and licking out every trace of her master's semen that was there. When she was done she came up and shared a kiss with Ellen. Ellen got a sample of her pussy juice and traces of semen off from her lips.

"Your pussy tastes so good," muttered Mabel. 

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It was late afternoon when Ellen returned home. 

She had her ring back on her finger and she was carrying Gerald's cum inside her womb. They'd had another round of fucking before she left—his way of saying goodbye to her, at least for today. It had been more or less a quickie, him bending her over by the bathroom sink where she'd gone in earlier to clean herself while he attacked from behind, giving her the works while Mabel cheered. He'd shot his load inside her and when Mabel came over wanting to clean her up, he'd told her not to.

"That's my going away present," he'd grinned at Ellen. "I can't wait to see your ass around tomorrow."




The Makings of Ellen Ch. 03



She hadn't thought of going back there tomorrow. No, tomorrow was definitely out of the question ... or was it really? It was a good thing she didn't deign him with an answer, least he confiscate back her wedding ring or something else. She'd worn back her clothes while Mabel went back to cleaning Gerald's cock before she left. She'd hurried out of the apartment for fear that seeing that erect black cock one more time and watching the young lady gulp down his erection might tempt her to yearn for it again and come join them. Ellen turned her face away instead, and marched out of the apartment as quickly as she could before anything of such happened.

Unbeknownst to her, someone else did see her arrive home. Annie was in her upstairs bedroom trying out a new pair of Victoria's Secret pantyhose when Ellen drove her SUV into her driveway. Annie and her husband's bedroom had a window that faced the right side of their neighbour's home, thus it was easy for her to make Ellen out as she came down from her SUV and her children stumbled out to welcome her. Annie looked about her bed for where she'd dropped her phone. Finding it lying beside her pillow, she picked it up and searched out a name in her phone book and then dialled the number.

Gerald wiped a thick film of sweat from his brow then resumed his attention on what he was doing. He was tearing up the young girl, Mabel's pussy from behind, slapping her ass hard enough to make her yelp each time she pushed her bottom backwards to meet his stiff prick. Mabel grasped the bed's headboard and ejaculated a moan each time she felt her master's prick jam all the way inside her. She was so lost in the moment of ecstasy she barely heard the sound of a phone ringing close to her.

Gerald had left his cell phone on the bedside table and he saw as well as heard the sound of the phone vibrating and ringing at the same time. He groaned with annoyance. Why the fuck didn't I think of switching that motherfucker off when I should have, he thought to himself.

He gave Mabel's ass another hefty smack, making her yelp even louder, turning that part of her ass cheek a crimson red. "You hear that phone ringing, bitch?" he growled. "Get it then!"

"Ughhh ... Wha ... what phone?" she mumbled. Then she looked up and her eyes alighted on the ringing phone. That phone. 

She picked it up and handed it backwards to her master. He was still slamming her with his cock, although slowly now, while he answered the call.

"Hello?" he grunted.

"Gerald darling, it's Annie."

"Oh, Annie, I should have known you'd be calling," he fought not to breathe too much on the phone. Annie usually was the jealous type and she'd be tad upset if she knew he was fucking some young thing and not her.

"I just saw Ellen," said Annie. "She just drove back home. You been having all the fun you can with her?"

"Oh yeah, she's got a sweet pussy alright."

"Really? Sweeter than mine?"

"That'll be the day," he replied.

"You dirty dog, I can tell you gave her a good work-over, didn't you."

"That's what I've got my Tim Thomas for, babe."

"I'll drop by your place later in the day so you can tell me all about it. I really want your seduction to work."

"Don't you worry. By Monday, she'll be eating out of my palm."

Annie sniggered. "Knowing you, I bet that's a promise. I'll see you later."

"Yeah, see ya." He disconnected the line and let his phone slip from his hand.

Mabel turned her head to look at him. "Who was that on the phone?"

"None of your gaddamn business, bitch!" he growled at the same time gave her bottom a good smack that made her cry out. He grasped her waistline and resumed punishing her pussy. "Stop talking and just keep taking this dick, bitch!"

* * * * 

The remainder of the day went like a dream for Ellen even though it was just as mundane as much of her other weekends often were. When she was done cutting up the salad that she was going to prepare dinner with for her kids, she retired to the bedroom to rest her weary head. She brought a pillow over her face and fought for sleep to come to her. It was a hard battle and in the end, she didn't win. So much had occurred to her today that she couldn't get rid of from her thoughts. Had she ever known that such a day as this would ever happen. The day had been far adventurous and the funny thing was the day wasn't even done yet. She thought about Gerald, and of all what he'd said to her before she bolted from his apartment. He really was a bastard for saying those stuff about Tim ... but again (at this she smiled at herself), he's got a helluva cock and my God, he sure knows just what to do with it.

Omigosh! She muttered to herself. She couldn't believe she'd just said that. She couldn't believe in her mind she'd just complimented a man who'd seduced and cajoled her with the sly slickness of a fox and thus taken undue advantage over her. My God, what would Tim think if ever he were around to hear me say such? Most definitely he would kill me ... and then their marriage would be up in flames. How would she be able to look her kids in the eye and explain what a stupid thing she'd gone and done? Even more, how could she tell them how much she loved getting fucked by her boss?

It was a hard admitting it to herself, yet there was no denying it. Ellen had enjoyed the bout of sex. Today's own had even been a double—she'd never had her pussy eaten by another woman before, and she'd loved it to the max when the young girl did that to her. She rolled on her side and cradled her hands between her legs, imagining the heat that had been Gerald's cock fucking her. Her thoughts were doubled-minded. A part of her wanted to wait till when Tim arrived to let loose the truth and beg for his forgiveness. The other part thought nothing about telling her husband, but instead was thinking about paying Gerald a visit again. 

Tomorrow.



The Makings of Ellen Ch. 04



The PRESENT...

So here Ellen was the following morning, two days later, standing before her boss's bedroom door. The door stood slightly ajar and she gave it a little push and then she was inside. 

She had been afraid at first, thinking she would enter his apartment and find him busy with someone else—with the young lady of last time or maybe with someone else. From the little she knew about Gerald, she didn't figure him for the type that stuck to one woman. She had prepared herself for that bite of jealousy that was bound to snap at her mind had she encountered such. It was a good thing that she hadn't. 

She heard approaching footsteps. She didn't turn around to see whom they belonged to; she knew well enough who it could possibly be.

"I'm so glad you came," Gerald said from behind her. "I'm glad you decided to see things my way."

She leaned her head towards his shoulder as his hands came forward to grasp her breasts from behind her blouse. She was consumed by the very manliness of him holding her, not daring her to walk away from his sight. 

"I thought about you all through last night," she muttered as she felt him nuzzling his lips against her right cheek. "I just ... couldn't stay away."

"I told you that you were a slut," he said. "And now, you're going to be my favourite slut."

His hands undid the buttons of her blouse and pushed it open. She wasn't wearing any bra behind it. Her nipples stood to attention like the cones of rocket missiles. Gerald's fingers gave them a gentle rub, eliciting a throaty moan from Ellen.

"Take me as you want, master." She turned around to face him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I'm all yours."

* * * *

"Honey, I'm home!"

The front door came open and Tim announced himself as he stepped into his abode with his travel bag in his hand and his jacket slung over his shoulder, looking like the world's happiest travelling man. Unfortunately there was no one to greet him as he closed the front door behind him. He checked his watch; it said 4:28 P.M. He'd expected to find Ellen here with the kids waiting for him, at least to give him a hearty welcome. He'd called her in the morning before he boarded his plane to let her know he was on his way. The day was Tuesday. 

No matter, she'd probably needed to go someplace in a hurry. It wasn't the first time, and he wished he'd made the journey yesterday instead of today. He would have done so if there hadn't been much influx of paperwork that required his perusal back in Denver. He was going to have to ask for a raise if this was the way his office intended on keeping with their business.

He was about to head up the stairs to the bedroom when his feet drew him to a stop. His nose wrinkled as he thought he inhaled something that smelled like smoke from a cigarette. That was impossible—Ellen never smoked, and neither did he. But still ...

Tim dropped his bag and went towards the kitchen door and opened it.

Seated by the table with one leg seductively crossed over the other, displaying an ample pair of thighs, with a burning cigarette perched between the fingers of her other hand was Annie, his neighbour, Eric Seymour's wife. Tim took his time to take in her outfit. She was wearing a halter top and a tight pair of jeans shorts that showed every skin of her ample thigh. Tim had always thought of how lucky a guy Eric was to have found such a hot wife as Annie ... it was too bad he had yet been unsuccessful in cajoling Ellen for them to visit one of their party gatherings. 

"Oh, hi there Tim," said Annie, acting as if surprised to see him standing there, when actually he was the reason why she was there in the first place. She knew already that he would be returning home today, thus had instigated to be around for that. She tapped the end of her cigarette inside an ash tray by her elbow, smiling at him. "I never knew you'd be back so soon."

"I should have been here a day earlier," he said. "I did call Ellen yesterday and this morning and told her I was on my way. Do you know if she's around?"

Annie shook her head. "I've been here for a while and haven't seen her. Though I probably do know where she's at right now." "Oh yeah? Where?"

"I'll tell you that in a bit," she took another drag of her cigarette, then squeezed it dead in the ash tray, and then rose to her feet. She had such an impressive height, and once again Tim marvelled at her beauty. Even now she looked like a horny cat as she slinked towards him. "But first, you look pretty worn out, tired. All that hard work of yours must have really worried you somewhat."

Truth be told, he actually was worn-out from the journey and everything. But seeing this his neighbour's hot, sexy wife here with him was making him feel ... something else. He was afraid to put a name to it, but already he was starting to sense a stirring happening down in his pants. Annie came over till she was standing less than a couple of inches from his chest. Her jutting tits were barely making contact with his jacket. Her eyes were glued to his as if willing him to come out of his shell with the strange feeling that he was having.

"Er ... yeah, yes, I am pretty tired," he muttered, trying not to look at her. "I'm going to ... I'm just going to head upstairs and get myself a shower first."

He was about turning around when she said: "Would you mind if I come along?"

He turned to look at her, startled. "Pardon me?"

"I'm sorry acting the way I am right now, Tim. Except Eric's still on one of his silly business trips," she spoke seductively while her hand rubbed against his arm, "and I'm so lonely and horny right now, I just couldn't stand being alone at home anymore. When Ellen told me you'd be arriving today, I figured I'd sit here and wait for you and ... maybe keep you company while she's out doing her thing."

"Out doing what kind of thing, Annie?"

"You know ... just out doing whatever fun thing she'd find herself into." She drew herself closer to him, giving him an eyeful of what lay hidden behind her top. "But let's not talk about her for now. We've got the house all to ourselves."

"What ... about the kids?"

"They're with the Mosley kids across the street." Her face was now two inches from his and closing. "Now, how about that shower."

Their lips met in a kiss; Tim couldn't resist it. The kiss was tentative at first on his part, but then Annie had her hand at the back of his head and drew him closer towards her, thus the kiss became deep and passionate. Tim brought his hands around her back and caressed the roundness that was the back of her jeans shorts while she raised up her knee to feel the erection that was appearing there. Annie delved further into the throe of passion she was in, sinking her tongue deeper into his mouth, letting him do the same as well. She took one of his hands to cup her left breast, while she grasped his erection that was fighting to be free from his pants. Tim slid his hand under her tank top to get a good touch of her flesh. For long he'd been itching for this day to come through, when he would really get to have his neighbour's wife in his hands. To do to her all the things he was often afraid to do with Ellen. If this was a dream, he wished not to wake up soon.

She fell to her knees and began undoing the zipper of her pants. She ran her tongue across her red-coated lips, looking sluttish the way she was, as in no time she fished his cock from his briefs and stroked pre-cum out of its bulbous head and then introducing it into the warmness that was her mouth. She took a long drag on his cock then let it go with a pop-like sound, smiled, and then took it into her mouth once more and went on sucking him. Tim leaned against the doorway, gasping for dear life while Annie's head consumed every inch of his cock.

She paused for a moment to stroke his saliva-coated cock while she looked up at him and grinned. "Tell me you haven't been waiting for this moment, Tim. I know how you used to look at me sometimes, looking like you want me so bad but finding it hard to ask because of Ellen. Go on, tell me I'm lying, Tim." She gave his prick's head a few more pops into her mouth as if daring him to call her a liar.

Tim was at her mercy and he knew it. Why would he think about lying? Especially at a time like this? "Ohh yes" he moaned. "Ohh ... yes, Annie, yes. I've been ... Uhh ... been wanting you for so long. Very much I've wanted Ellen and I to come by one of you and your husband's parties. But Ellen ... she's so still and stubborn, it's hard getting her to see things differently."

Annie couldn't help but laugh. Oh Tim, if only you knew what your sweet, stubborn wife has been up to since you left for Denver ... but don't worry, you'll find out soon enough. By God, you will be smashed when you do.

Tim felt himself at the threshold of cumming; Annie knew it too and quickened the urge of her mouth deep-throating him. Tim couldn't hold it back any longer.

"Aww ... Awwwww shit! Annie, I'm ... I'm about to cum!"

If he was expecting that would make her pull her head away from him, he was in for a surprise. Annie kept on sucking him, willing him to cum inside her mouth, and less than a minute later, that was what happened. Tim gave a lengthy moan and felt his legs buckle under him as he spurted his sac full of cum into Annie's mouth. Annie grunted with each spurt of cum he fired her with, but still her mouth remained glued around his cock. She was a certified pro when it comes to cum-sucking, and this was another episode in which she proved herself; her husband would have been proud had he been around to watch her performance.

"I hope you don't think that we're done yet," she said to him as she rose to her feet, having licked his cock clean of every drop of semen. "You've got to get me off, you know that don't you." He nodded feebly. "What about ... what about Ellen? She might return—"

"Ellen is tied up with someone else right now. Trust me on that," she said. "Now, why don't we take things into the bedroom, shall we?"

She led him out of the kitchen with her hand tugging his deflated cock and Tim followed like a schoolboy being led to slaughter as they went in the direction of the master bedroom. 

Annie made as if it were her home and pushed the door open and led Tim straight to the bed. She helped him first out of his clothes before going about taking off hers. Tim sat there on the bed watching her, feeling his cock twitch back to life as his eyes stared at her body with unabashed amazement. My God, she was beautiful! A part of him felt ashamed for having such a thought—Look at you, talking about your neighbour's wife the way you would talk to your wife! Yet he couldn't help it—she'd sucked his cock after all, and it wasn't like he forced her to do it. He looked at the exotic bulls-eye tattoo that dotted the back of her waistline; how lovely it looked in contrast with her pale skin.

Still ... he wondered what his story would be if Ellen were to walk in right now with the kids and see both of them right now. What then would he give as an excuse?

Annie stood before him now, gloriously naked. She kicked her clothes to the side and held her breasts up and gave each tit a kiss. Tim felt his cock give another twitch.

"You like what you see, Tim?" she asked him with a frolicsome smile on her lips.

"Oh yes! Come here." 

He reached for her, grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him. Annie laughed shrilly as she fell into his arms. Right away Tim was pleating her with kisses, his hands grasped her breasts and squeezed them and pulled them towards his mouth. Annie pressed her body against his, feeling his erection slap against her abdomen as she rolled off from him to the other side of the bed. She turned over and spread her legs, offering his face her pussy while she resumed sucking his cock. Tim ate her pussy in more ways than he'd ever done with Ellen. Annie bucked and ground her pussy down on his face and moaned louder when a couple of minutes later his tongue and probing fingers brought her to climax. 

Both of them took a minute's break to cool off before going back at each other. Annie came on her back and pulled him closer. The walls of her pussy came open to him like a budding flower waiting to be plucked. Tim held his cock in his hand and pushed it into her without a second's thought. Annie muttered a gasp as she felt him plug her hole; she had been expecting this all day long. She held her legs back and told him to go ahead and fuck her. Tim got into action and gave her pussy as much pounding with his cock that he could give. Annie muttered groans from it. He was screwing her with high-powered enthusiasm, both of them panting against each other's face while the bed bounced under their weight.

Annie was an aggressive woman to please, and Tim was putty in her hands and was incapable of handling her. She pushed him off her moments later and then mounted him, taking his cock in her hand and in one smooth motion introducing him back into her snatch. Tim grunted from the force of her ass slamming down on him. He was approaching that moment again and was desperate to make it last longer this time. Annie reached a hand behind and grasped his balls while still not losing momentum of fucking him, all the while her mouth sputtered nasty words, ordering him to stop being a pussy and fuck her harder. Tim had never had a frenzied type of sex like the one he was having now, and he was barely prepared for it. 

Annie leaned forward and slapped his cheek. "I hope you're not about to cum, are you?" She gave his cheek another slap while still bouncing and grinding her hips down on his prick. "You'd better not cum yet! You'd just better not!"

But Tim couldn't help it. He was less than an inch from the precipice, and he couldn't hold back the trigger from being pulled.

"Ahh shit!" he groaned, shutting his eyes from the inevitable. "I'm gonna blow! I'm gonna blow!"

Ten seconds later he did exactly that—he blew his load. Annie was still far from having her fulfilment and she groaned in anger as she felt his cum explode inside her. She'd expected him to at least delay for another couple of minutes—three or at least four—and then she too would have had her satisfaction. She slid off from him, cursing in disappointment. Tim barely heard her as his heart was still galloping faster, trying to stem down from the high track speed it had been on.

He turned his head at Annie who was resting on her arm looking at him. The scowl on her face was enough to let him know that she wasn't happy with his performance.

"I know I fucked up," he said with embarrassment written on his face.

"Damn right you did," she said. "You very much fucked up."

"I'm sorry. How about I make it up to you."

Annie got up from the bed and started picking up her clothes. "You're going to have to do better than that, but then you will in the end. And I know Ellen too will be happy about it."

"You said you know where Ellen is."

"I do, and we're going to go see her right now. But first," she picked up his pants and threw it at him. "I need you to get dressed."

"What do I need to get dressed up for?"

She gave him a look. "You want to see what Ellen's new thing is about, don't you? Only way you can is if I take you there."

"I've called her phone but it's not going through. Why don't you just tell me where it is and I'll go over and find her."

"Trust me, it's better this way." 

She was already putting on back her clothes. Tim had no choice but to do the same.

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Tim was behind the wheel driving while Annie sat beside him indicating which direction he should take. Tim tried asking once where she was leading him to, but Annie simply replied: "To Ellen, who else." Tim kept shut after that, seeing that she wasn't going to divulge more, and observed with bewilderment at the strange neighbourhood she was leading him to. Never would he have expected his Ellen to have anything to do with anyone living here. There were a lot of black folks walking the streets and for a moment he was once again tempted to ask Annie if she was sure about the address or not.

"There," she pointed at an apartment building not too far from where they were. "That's where she is. You can park beside the building. Don't worry, the neighbourhood's safe." She said that as if reading his mind.

Tim found a vacant spot for his car and when they got out he pressed the alarm button and walked a step behind Annie as she entered the building. Up the stairs they went, neither of them speaking to each other, although there were a hundred and one questions floating in Tim's mind, the major one which was: what in God's name are we doing here? The answer to that was simple: he was here because Annie said this is where Ellen would be. Then came the second question: What in God's name would Ellen be doing in a place like this? The answer: none. His head was empty on that. Still his eyes went with Annie's swishing ass as she marched up the stairs. The stirring was back in his groin once again ... but the dismal performance of less than an hour ago was still weighting on his mind, and he figured it would be the same on Annie's too. Best to leave it for another time ... maybe later on he could fix a date with her with neither of their spouses aware of what they'll be up to. He would lay that through her later, after they were done with being here.

They soon got to the right floor and Annie took out a key and approached a door with it. Tim was perplexed by it all—why would she need a key to some apartment door that obviously wasn't hers? Annie turned to him, saw the questioning look on his face and gave him a foxy smile.

"Obviously they're probably busy inside," she whispered at him. "They wouldn't hear us if we knocked. Best we go in uninterrupted."

"Who's 'they'?" Tim asked.

Annie brought a finger to her lips indicating him to be quiet before turning around and inserting the key into the lock. The door came open in her hand and she ushered Tim inside.

There was a strange feeling Tim had the moment he set foot into the living room of the unknown apartment Annie had just led him into. For one thing, it felt almost as if he were trespassing into someone else's property, that he ought not to be here even though he'd actually been led here. The feeling told him he was bound to see something he probably would regret later on. Had he known what he was going to discover when he stepped into Gerald's apartment, most likely he would have turned around and headed for home ... or would he? The first thing that felt wrong about the place was the rotten yet sweet, acrid smell of marijuana that assaulted his nose. The second was what sounded like grunting noises and name-calling coming from further in the apartment. His eyes looked about the living room as if he figured the noise and marijuana smell was coming from the furniture. Right away he saw Ellen's familiar handbag on one of the couch. He recognised the handbag right away because he'd bought it for her on her previous birthday. On the centre table were three glasses with the remains of a bottle of Regal Gin. There were a couple of men's shoes lying on the carpeted floor and bits of clothes lay scattered on the floor, all of them leading like an arrow towards the interior of the apartment, no doubt to where the strange voices were coming from. One of the clothes seemed familiar. He picked it up and saw that it was a woman's blouse. Myriad thoughts bounced in his head, all leading to one conclusion. He turned to look at Annie, but she simply gave him that foxy smile of hers like she expected him to figure out what was going on. He listened to the sounds coming from within the apartment. They were unmistakable—they sounded animalistic, like that of a pack of hyenas feasting on a meal. A lone, female meal. 




The Makings of Ellen Ch. 04



Ellen!!!

The blouse fell from his hand as he rushed towards the direction of the noise. Annie came two steps behind him, laughing uproariously. 

Tim came to a door he reasoned was the bedroom and pushed it open. His eyes grew wide at what he saw. "OhmiGod, Ellen!" he gasped.

There was his lovely wife, Ellen, and she wasn't alone. She was naked straddling a black man on the bed, rocking her ass back and forth on his waistline while another black man stood by the other side of her holding her face down on his black meat. Ellen had her mouth wrapped around the man's cock and was groaning from deep within her throat as the one below her was pumping his hips, fucking her pussy from under. There was a third black man in the room with them, and he was seated on a chair by the foot of the bed, stroking his cock while watching the marathon screwing taking place. As the bedroom door burst open to reveal Tim with Annie coming behind, all heads turned to see who the intruder was. Ellen took her mouth from the black man's cock and looked at her husband. Surprisingly there was no atom of fear in her eyes, instead she looked like she was having herself a swell time.

"Hi .. hi, hon," she gasped at the same time grinned at him with her hand still holding the black man's cock. "I wasn't ... wasn't expecting you'd be back so soon—"

"Bitch!" the black man whose cock she was holding tapped her on the head at the same time growled at her. "Who the fuck told you to speak, you slut? Get your mouth back to sucking that dick!"

The one who'd been seated by the chair stood up and approached Tim, though his eyes were on Annie. "Yo, Annie, is this the dude?"

Annie nodded. "Yes, this is him alright. Tim, I'd like you to meet Gerald. Gerald, this here is Tim, Ellen's hubby."

Gerald grinned and reached for Tim's hand and shook it. Tim's hand felt limp to Gerald's handshake and that was because he was still mesmerized by what he saw was being done to his wife and just didn't know how well to react to it. His mind was finding it hard to comprehend what to say or do. Gerald led him further into the room, laughing beside his ear.

"Don't you worry, white boy," he said. "As you can see, me and the boys here—Luke and T.J.—have been keeping your woman hungry and needy for the dick, so she's in good hands. So why don't you just sit your ass down this here chair." He sat Tim on the same chair he'd earlier been occupying and then went to look inside a cabinet drawer. Tim sat there staring with stark dumbness at his wife, watching as she was getting her pussy and mouth fucked. 

"You know, it's a good thing you mentioned he was getting back today," Tim said to Annie as he rifled through the contents of the cabinet before finding what he was looking for—a pair of police-issue handcuffs. "Or else I probably would have forgotten about these."

"Well, it's a good thing you didn't," she said.

Ellen turned her head to glance at her husband while still grooving her ass back and forth on the cock she was sitting on. "Hi there, honey," she smiled at him. "You enjoy watching me getting fucked?"

Tim found his voice then, sounding hoarse and light. "Ellen ... my God, Ellen ... what do you think you're doing?"

"What do you think she's doing, white boy," the black man standing beside Ellen whose name was T.J. said before bursting into wicked laughter. "The bitch's getting her pussy fucked that's what she's doing. You just sit there and watch the show. Who knows, maybe your white boy ass just might learn a thing or two."

"Here's a little something to help you ease your mind," Gerald said as he approached Tim from the side and clamped the mouth of the handcuff on his wrist. Before Tim could react, he'd clamped the other to the chair's handle, thus imprisoning him there.

"Hey! Hey man, what the fuck is this about?" yelled Tim as he tried to force his arm off from the pair of cuff but couldn't.

"I wouldn't put up a fight if I was you, white boy," warned Gerald with a scowl. "Those are titanium pair of cuffs and it'll eat through your wrist if you try forcing your hand. And don't try fighting either, or else me and my boys here will knock your head off. Try me if you think we won't do it. I'll beat your ass silly right here and now and still keep myself hard to fuck your bitch, so shut the fuck up and act like a good boy and don't try to provoke."

It was futile for Tim to pick up a fight, especially when he had one hand handcuffed to the chair he was on. Besides, he was grossly outnumbered. He sighed with resignation. Gerald moved aside for Annie who'd found herself a long line of rope that was hidden in Gerald's closet. She gave it to him and they both proceeded to tie it around Tim to the chair. Annie gave the rope a tug just to see if it was tight and got a good result for it.

"There," she commented. "That should keep you in place while you watch the show. don't worry, Tim, it's just for your protection."

Tim turned to his neighbour's wife who stood there enjoying all what was going on. "Annie, how could you do this?"

She looked surprised at his question. "Do what, Tim? This isn't just for me; it's for the both of you." She leaned towards him. "You don't know how many nights my husband and I've thought about asking you and Ellen to join in one of our soiree. But always you both tend to seem sort of—what's the word—uptight about being around us. Then I figured the problem wasn't you but rather Ellen. I figured if I could get at Ellen, then you'll fall into place, easy as pie. Lucky for me Gerald here knows Ellen since they both work together at the school. Gerald too has long had a crush on Ellen, but just couldn't break through her ice. Then there came this job offer and he figured he could let it swing by her, and it was a good thing too that you were out of state. It couldn't have worked perfectly if you'd been around. And I guess the rest is just history." She came beside him, allowing him to see his wife getting serviced. "Look at her, Tim. Tell me honestly, is she the Ellen you've always thought you knew? The one you first got married to? I'll bet you she's not that one anymore."

Ellen had now slipped off Luke's cock and was gasping heavily just as Gerald grabbed her legs and pulled her to the side of the bed where he was. He held her legs up and in one motion thrust his cock into her pussy. Ellen howled immediately and Tim couldn't help but cringe from inside at the viciousness Gerald was fucking her with. He seemed to lack any sense of propriety or even gentleness—such wasn't supposed to be the way one ought to make love to a woman. And for God's sake, this isn't just any woman he was screwing—this is my fucking wife!

Tim once again tried to extricating himself from his bounds but it was no use. There was nothing he could do except sit there and watch his wife getting hammered by three black men.

"Why don't you just sit back and stop fighting," advised Annie who'd now gotten to her knees before him and was again working on loosening his belt buckle. "Seriously, Tim, you ought to relax. I think I've got just the right type of remedy that'll sooth you up. I wasn't going to leave you all tied up here after all."

Tim didn't want her to do whatever it was she was about to do, but knew him saying so wasn't going to change anything ... and in a way, he kind of wanted her to do just that. He was erect by the time Annie took out his cock. She licked his shaft up and down before taking the head of his penis into her mouth. This was quite soothing indeed. Tim felt himself start to relax as her mouth slurped on his member, taking off whatever stress that was fighting inside him. 

"Hey, get a look at the white boy," laughed Luke, who elbowed his friend T.J. "White boy's spacing now while getting his pecker sucked."

"Good for him, but me, I need me a piece of that booty," T.J. indicated at Annie's wiggling behind.

"Want to flip a coin to see who gets it?" enquired Luke.

"Sheeettt, man, fuck a coin! I called it, so I've got first dibs. Move on outta the way!"

His gave his friend a light shove out of the way and came behind Annie. Tim watched, his breath coming on hard through his mouth, as T.J. bent to push Annie's skirt up her ass. Seeing she wasn't putting on any panties made it even pleasing as he licked his fingers and rubbed it up and down her labia, getting her just ripe, before crouching over her and plugging her pussy with his manhood.



The Makings of Ellen Ch. 05



Three actions occurred to Annie the moment she felt the onslaught of T.J.'s cock invade its way deep into her cunt. It was as if the sun had suddenly become blanketed by a dust-bowl cloud, turning the day into deepest night. She lurched forward, her upper teeth grazed down on Tim's foreskin, at the same time muttered a grunting sound in her throat. Tim winced from the sharp scrape of her teeth, but the pain melted away quickly as her tongue and lips resumed pleasuring him, sugar-coating him with warmth. T.J. grabbed Annie's head and pressed her face down on Tim's thigh, forcing her mouth to deep-throat all of him. He went on punishing her from behind, and in no time she was moaning and gagging almost at once. Tim was getting so close to cumming, it felt as if a Tokyo speed train was cruising from his sac balls straight up the length of his shaft ... meanwhile from across the room, the high yelps of his wife's moans filled the room.

"Ahh shit! Shit!" he panted. He grabbed Annie's head and felt his lower body become tense. "Ahhh shit, I'm gonna cum!" he squeezed his face as if he were in the throes of giving birth and a second later released his breath in a whoosh as he felt a jet-stream of cum shoot from his penis slit straight into Annie's mouth. He held his cock before her face and ejected spurt after spurt of cum down her throat. Annie struggled to capture his load even though it was hard as she was getting hard pounded from behind. 

His load now expired, Tim slumped down on his chair and watched with dazed eyes at the spectacle happening before him. 

T.J. pulled Annie roughly from her kneeling position and nearly ripped the rest of her clothes off her body before throwing her to the bed next to the writhing form that was Ellen. 

"Ahh shit!" Gerald announced through the squeezed features of his face, groaning as his body tensed up while he buried his cock deep inside Ellen's fuck hole, emptying his load of cum there. "Ahhh ... there goes another nut!" he laughed. His friends too joined him in laughter—three muscled black studs sharing an everyday fun moment.

They left Ellen alone for the time being and concentrated on Annie who was starting to have her own fun. T.J. lay on the bed and Annie came and mounted him. She rode his cock like a Texan cowboy riding a rodeo, slamming her ass down hard on his shaft and spitting out foul words as she did so. 

Her hair flung every way about her like a devilish fan as she moaned and cursed out loud. Tim could hardly picture her anymore as the lovely wife married to his neighbour Eric. He wondered what Eric would think if he were here to see her like this, acting out like a deranged whore.

"Ahh fuck! Oh yeah, fuck me!" Annie cried out with each bounce. "Fuck this bitch! Fuck my pussy like you hate it, you black bastard! Aawww ... fuck me good! Gimme all of that black fucking dick!"

Luke came from behind her and poured some lotion over her ass cheeks which were now red from the smacks T.J. had been besting her with Luke poked a finger into her anal hole and then pushed her forward to lie over his buddy as he crouched behind her and eased the head of his cock into her tiny aperture. Tim watched with amazement as Annie muttered a lengthy groan, accepting both cocks into her twin holes and started wiggling her ass to the rhythm of their fucking. Tim reached for his meat with his free hand and started stroking himself back to life while watching them. He pictured himself as one of the men at that moment—either the one screwing her pussy or the other on top—having that same type of fun. 

"Hope you're loving the show, eh, white boy," Gerald taunted him, grinning through his sweaty face. "A good thing too, 'cause your wife soon is going to be getting the same treatment." 

Tim looked at him with horror in his eyes. "What?" he sputtered.

Gerald raised his head up and laughed. 

Ellen crawled from the bed and approached him. Tim looked at her as if she were someone else. Her body bore stains of sweat and cum and there were bite marks across her tits. Her lush sandy hair hung over her face as if she'd just stepped out of a downpour. Tim couldn't believe this was his Ellen. The Ellen he'd always known was way different from the one that was before him right now. She gave him a weak smile and then came and slumped across his lap. She kissed him, her lips still bearing traces of cum.  

"Hi honey," she muttered and smiled. "You been enjoying the show?" 

"Ellen ... I can't ... I can't believe this is you."

"I'm sorry you had to be here to witness all of this, Tim. Believe me, I never knew about what Annie had in mind for you ... or for me either. A lot has happening since you left for Denver. Believe me, I'll tell you everything when we get home."

"Ain't gonna be today though," Gerald chipped in. "Your ass is going to be here for one more night. Me and the boys have got more stuff to do with you. The day's just getting started."

"You can't!" blurted Tim, once more tying to jump out of the chair but groaned when he felt the tight pull of the handcuff to his wrist. "You can't. She's got to go to work tomorrow."

"Hell yeah I know that, Tim. I'm her school Super, remember. I'll make sure she gets to work tomorrow and then ship her ass back to you later on," he sniggered. "But like I said, today, her pussy, ass, and mouth belongs to me and my boys. And that's nonnegotiable, you dig?"

"But she's my wife!"

"No kidding." Gerald snorted. "Yesterday she was, and from tomorrow she's goin' be that. But not today, white boy. Definitely not today!"

As if to draw emphasis to this, Gerald grabbed Ellen's arm and pulled her off Tim's lap. He grasped a handful of her ass cheeks, making as if he wanted to tear it off from her body, and gave her a deep kiss which to Tim's amazement she accepted. 

"Forget your man for today, Ellen. He's going to be sleeping alone tonight."

Ellen turned to look at Tim, giving him a sad, pitiful look. "I'm sorry, honey. But there's nothing I can do about it."

Tim watched as T.J. and Luke emptied their balls' cum inside Annie's double holes before letting go of her. An hour later she and Ellen went into the bathroom to clean up while the three black men lounged on the bed passing a lighted blunt back and forth, congratulating themselves and laughing at Tim's predicament, taunting him as well.

"Your wife loves my dick, white boy," sniggered Luke. "She just can't get enough of it."

"Gonna be good taking that sweet ass of hers," muttered T.J.

"She knows how to swallow cum too," said Gerald, who then burst into harsh laughter.

The women emerged from the bathroom. Annie took out her cosmetic bag from her handbag and began setting herself back in order. Ellen went and sat in the midst of the men, sharing laughter with them and accepted the stick of marijuana from Gerald when he gave it to her. Tim watched in amazement as his wife took a drag from the weed stick and then her three black lover burst into another round of mirth as she jumped out of the bed, head bent down, and went into a coughing fit. Neither of the men moved to help her, instead they fell on their backs and continued laughing at her in mock ridicule.

"That's the bomb-bai, biatch!" guffawed T.J., taking the stick of weed from her hand. "You gotta be a pro to know how to inhale this bitch!" he took a swift drag from the blunt then exhaled a cloud of smoke. 

The pungent aroma spread through the room, making Tim's nostrils twitch.

"Okay, Tim," said Annie, coming to free him from his bounds. "I guess it's time we split and leave the boys to whatever."

She loosened the rope that she'd tied around him then took a key from Gerald and unlocked his wrist from the handcuff. There was no fighting spirit in Tim, and it was a good thing too. Gerald and the boys were quiet and watchful, waiting to see if he planned on starting some shit. He got up from the chair and massaged his wrists, not bothering with any notion of such. He asked if he could make use of the bathroom; Gerald indicated that he could. Tim went in there and washed his face in the sink and then urinated in the toilet before leaving.

"So, I'll see you later, hon," he said to Ellen. He would have wanted to give her a kiss, but figured that would entice further ridicule and laughter from Gerald and company.

"Be good, darling," said Ellen, waving goodbye at him. "Take care of the kids for me. I'll see you tomorrow."

Tim turned and followed Annie out of the room, and from there out of the apartment. They made their way out of the building in much the same way they had arrived with neither of them speaking to each other. He unlocked the car doors of his vehicle and both of them settled inside before he started the car and then drove away. He glanced through his rear-view mirror at the building he and Annie had just left with his wife Ellen still in there and watched as it receded from sight as he drove away from the neighborhood.

* * * *

The kids were frolicking in front of the house. Tim sighted then as he drove into their street, stopping first in front of Annie Seymour's home. He put the car on handbrake and they sat there for a moment, neither of them saying anything. The sun was turning into a bright yellow ball and going down from the sky. Tim drummed his hands lightly on the steering wheel, observing his children from where he was. What would they think if he were to tell them what their mom was up to right now?

"You really should be happy, you know," said Annie, breaking the silence. 

Tim looked at her, still not saying anything, though not looking angry either.

"She's going to be alright, Tim. Trust me on that. Gerald's a good friend and so are his boys. They're going to have a lot of fun with her, and she's going to get a kick out of it."

"You know them that well?"

She nodded. "Through Eric. He introduced me to them, got my pussy and ass tossed up by them numerous times, and it's been lovely ever since. They do show up at our soiree and the other wives just can't get enough of them."

"They're not going to hurt her, are they?"

"Never will they do that."

"Ellen looked really ... different," he said. "Seeing her with them, I can't picture her ever being that way with me. All the time we've made love, I've never seen her looking so ... incredible like back there."

"She's been having a lot of fun since last weekend. Too bad you weren't around to see her."

"I couldn't—I had a lot to do up in Denver. But seeing her the way she was back there ... I'm still finding it hard to take it all in."

"I know. That was the same thing Eric said the first time he left me with them. I too used to be uptight like she was before, but that's long in the past. Tell the truth, weren't you happy seeing her having fun the way she was?"

Tim thought about the question. "I'll have to admit, it was really kind of ... strange. But it was lovely."

"And how about me?" she turned to face him and brought her hand to his pants and began rubbing it. Her voice was enticing. "When you were fucking me back at your place, tell me you didn't get a kick out of it." Her hand slid up his thighs and inched towards his crotch. "I can tell you right now I enjoyed every minute of it. Though I'd like to know what you felt."

Tim turned halfway in his seat to face her, taking comfort in the feel of her hand waking up his sleeping prick. "I'll tell you right now, I enjoyed every minute of it, too. I told you earlier that I've dreamed for long of having you in bed ... never did I think it would happen so suddenly the way it did."

"I know. I too have wanted you for so long. Some nights when Eric and I are in bed role-playing, I make him pretend to be you while I try to work my charms on him. And some other nights I pretend to be Ellen, looking all uptight for him to woo. He too has been wanting to talk to you about hooking you and me together, but reckoned you'd curse him away. That was when I started dreaming up this idea and ensnaring both you and Ellen. Right now I'm glad it worked out."

"That's what I'm afraid of, Annie. I'm scared she may not want me anymore, and God knows I love her so much."

"I know that, and she knows that, too. Don't worry about it, Tim. It's all going to work out fine in the end. Matter of fact, what's been done to her today is going to make you and her stronger than before. I too had the same doubts when Eric first gave me away to Gerald, but now we're as happier as we can be."

"Well ... since you say I shouldn't worry, then I'll try not to."

She flashed her eyes at him. "You think you're still going to be up for us fucking later," her hand was pressing down on his crotch; she gave his cock a soft squeeze. "I'd sure like to have you cum inside me. Eric is still out on his business trip and I'm so alone and hot and randy underneath these clothes of mine. Besides, I usually love to fuck before I go to bed at night."

"I'd like nothing better ... but we can't do it at my place." he indicated at his kids whom were still jumping about in the front yard.

"Of course I know, and I wasn't even thinking of going there. No, I was thinking more of my place. I'm the only one inside, so all you have to do is drop by and knock."

"Sounds like a good plan. What time?"

She gave his cock another squeeze and said in a throaty voice. "Anytime you want, my legs are open."

Where it not that they were in their street already and parked less than a couple of meters from his front doorstep, Tim had the urge of pulling her over his thighs and ripping her clothes off and having her right there, not caring of whichever passers-by or neighbours of theirs who might see them. His cock was throbbing—begging—to be let loose from inside his pants and he had to swallow hard just for him to starve himself ... though only for a short while, he promised himself.

"I'll put the kids to bed," he said, "and then I'm coming for you."

Annie smiled and gave him a kiss and then whispered into his ear: "I can hardly wait."

She got out of his car and waved at him before climbing up the short steps that led to her front door. Tim sat there, aching cock still stressing to be free from within his pants, staring at the swish of her ass as she walked away from him, dreaming up foul words and nasty images inside his head, before then putting his car back into gear and driving towards home sweet home. The kids stopped their play as they watched him enter the driveway and came over to jump on him the moment he got the door open. 

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It was a little past the hour of ten o' clock at night and not a human creature was stirring in sight when the back door of the residential home of Tim and Ellen Edwards came open to reveal Tim, wearing a pair of jeans and pullover shirt, looking as if he were going out for a midnight stroll around the neighborhood, when actually his intended destination was the back door of his next door neighbor's house, which belonged to Eric and Annie Seymour. 

For the past three hours he'd been consumed with this moment happening—seeing himself exit his home and head towards the grand prize that awaited him. He'd explained to the kids that a cousin of mom's was ill, thus she'd gone over to stay with her until she gets better. It hadn't been easy lying to them, but he'd managed alright, all the while fantasising about the next-door pussy that anxiously wanted him. He'd made dinner for the kids, watched them take their bath and then read them disjointedly a bedtime story, all the while trying hard not to think about his itching cock, and after kissing them goodnight had retired downstairs to nurse a beer and watch the evening news and then a baseball game ... his eyes glancing repeatedly at the hour and minute hand of the wall clock in the living room. He'd guzzled his first beer impatiently and then gone to have himself another. Thrice he'd rushed off to empty his bowels before returning to the game. He didn't have Annie's phone number, or else he would have called her to at least know that she hadn't gone to bed already. His cock kept crying out to him ... singing explicit rock tunes of sex in his head while his eyes painted him a perfect portrait of Annie's lovely snatch. He imagined himself vividly eating up that lovely pussy of hers ... nibbling his tongue over her exquisite flesh till she cried 'uncle'!

He watched the tiresome baseball game for another thirty minutes grudgingly before deciding the time was right for him to start stepping. He returned to his bedroom to wear the outfit he now had on and then quietly headed for the kitchen back-door. His only prayer now was that neither of the kids would wake up any moment soon to come knock on his bedroom door, complaining about having a bad dream ... or worse, that they wanted to spend the night with Daddy. He figured he would do Annie for one round, or maybe two—at least between now and the dot of midnight—before deciding to head back to his abode.

He got to her backyard door with little fuss; the light was on in her kitchen and through the window he noticed the door was half open for him to barely make out the interior of the house. He knocked at first but when he got no reply, he tried the door handle and found that it wasn't actually locked as he thought it might have been. Clever girl, he thought to himself. She was expecting him just enough. He entered the kitchen and closed the door behind him and made his way into a passage that led further into the house, past the staircase.

There was sound coming from the direction of the living room—more of voices from a T.V. set. He went in there and saw Annie seated on a couch wearing a pink-coloured bathrobe and black high heel pumps. She smiled when she saw Tim and stood up and came to him. Tim's erection came alive almost instantly as Annie wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. Tim's hands undid her bathrobe and he gasped when he sighted her nakedness, wearing a pair of black lacy stockings.

"DAMN!" he muttered as his hands went cupped her breasts and she freed herself from the bathrobe.

"You like what you see?" she smiled at him seductively.

"Oh yeah, I do indeed." 

He lowered his head and attacked her breasts one at a time. Annie's hands meanwhile we tugging at his belt buckle, trying to get him out of his jeans. Tim peeled his pullover from his head and carted her into the air. Annie wrapped her legs around his back and they kissed as he carried her towards the sofa and laid her there. Annie was on fire and she looked it. She gnawed at his tongue like she wanted to tear it off and Tim barely had to push her to lie back to bring his face down towards the succulent nest that was her shaved crotch. Annie lowered herself further on the sofa and held her legs high above her head like only a gymnast would, and reached down with her hands to spread the lips of her labia wider, revealing her gorgeous clit and pink enriched pussy to him. Her pussy smelled of vanilla—sweet and intoxicating. Tim gave her pussy a long lick from bottom to top, heard her gasp, then gave her another from top to bottom, inhaling her aroma, before burying his face deep into her cunt. 

"Aawwwhhhh ... yeah ... eat my pussy so good!" 

Annie moaned at the same time caressed Tim's head as he slurped and licked his way through her wet orifice. She pushed her hips upwards to give him more of her cunt that she could, grinding it hard against his face. 

Her juice poured out the sides of his lips and relentlessly Tim kept on devouring her. He hadn't had anything like this that tasted so good in a long time. He cursed himself for not thinking of bringing along his camera. This was a moment's snapshot that ought to be cherished. Then he remembered his cell phone; at least he was fortunate to bring that along. He fumbled in his jeans' pocket for it and held it above his head with the camera's eye gazing down at him and took his snapshot as he was busy tonguing Annie's clit.




The Makings of Ellen Ch. 05



Annie tapped his arm and indicated to his phone. "Here ... let me have it. Let me take you some more."

He gave her his phone and she took a couple more shots of him with his face buried between her legs. A moment later, just when he thought he could hear her moans growing louder, she pushed him off, saying she didn't wish to cum yet. Tim's cock was straining very hard in his jeans. He got up and his hands worked frantically at freeing his belt buckle and then unloosening the buttons.

Annie sat up and his cock just about slapped her forehead when he pulled his jeans down his thighs, pouring out a drop or two of pre-cum. She slid the head of his manhood into her mouth and deep-throated him. 

"Ahhh ... Jesus!" Tim groaned. "Damn, you're good!"

Annie held him by the waistline and pushed her head back and forth, gurgling on his shaft like only a pro would. She made eye contact with him and grinned, and slid her tongue down his cock to suck on his balls. She did this for a couple more minutes and in the end, Tim couldn't help himself when he blew his load across her face. Annie licked off every trace of his cum and Tim had to collapse on the sofa beside her, breathing heavily. His cock was now a deflated tube.

"I didn't mean to cum the way I did," he apologised. "Except your mouth was just so amazing for me to hold it in."

"Don't worry about it, I wanted it that way. First time of cumming is always too soon; I figured we'd do much better once we got it out the way. I hope you're not planning on leaving early tonight."

"Hopefully not. The kids are probably in Disney World right about now riding on the carousel," he chuckled.

"That's good to know," she said. "Now we'd best get your cock hard once more. How about you come over and eat me some more. I so love the taste of your tongue."

She lay back across the sofa, resting one lovely pair of leg on the headrest. Tim came forward and went back to work on her pussy. Annie fidgeted and moaned as his tongue nibbled on her clit with seasoned technique. She rocked her hips over his face. At one moment her body became rigid and she gave a screeching moan and pushed her cunt high up into his face. Tim too felt the onrush of her cumming and continued eating her up even as she once more fell back on the sofa, having just climaxed. All this time Tim's free hand had been stroking his cock, coaxing it back to life. It was now semi-rigid and he sat up and inched forward, holding it before him like a tent pole. Annie held her other leg open for him. Tim pushed his cock into her virginal opening and felt a shiver run through his spine as he slipped further into her warmness.

Tim gritted his teeth as he thrust with all his might into her pussy; her muscles grip his cock as if in a wrestling chokehold. The feeling was exotic, terrific ... and out of this world mind blowing. He leaned forward, anchoring his weight on his arms and thrust his shaft all the way inside her. Annie grasped his ass and kept pulling him inside her every time he pulled out. Her breathing came out in heavy gasps, muttering between breaths as well. 

"Uhhh ... Oh yeah! Fuck me, Tim! ... Ohhh yeah ... I'm your bitch, tonight! Fuck this bitch's pussy!"

She cursed him like she'd done earlier on at Gerald's apartment. Her profanity added more fire power to his engine and he kept pounding her as hard and fast as he could. Annie still had his camera phone in her hand and amidst her moans she resumed taking snapshots of his cock thrusting in and out of her. 

He pulled out of her and Annie turned over on her arms and knees, resting her head on the sofa's arm rest and wiggled her bottom at Tim. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down her pussy slit before finding the right hole and pushing it inside. He grabbed her waistline and resumed banging her hard. His eyes took in the way her bulls-eye tattoo seemed to wink at him each time her ass bounced. He took his phone from her and took snapshots of it for memory purpose. Annie half turned her head to look at him.

"I'd get rid of that phone if I were you and get to fucking me, or else you're gonna be cumming by yourself," she groaned. "Come on, Tim, fuck me, gaddamit! Fuck me!"

Tim cast his phone behind his shoulder and concentrated on the business at hand. Annie squealed with delight as he plugged her hole back and forth with his cock. He felt a pressure cooker building deep inside his balls but he tried not to think about it ... My God, but it was hard not to. His breathing was frantic and his heart was beating like an African drum against his chest. He felt Annie's hand reach between his legs and cup his balls, giving them a good squeeze. He groaned through his teeth from it.  

Seconds later she gasped that she was about to cum. The pressure in his cock was building like the rockets of a space shuttle about to launch and he knew he too would explode any moment soon too. It wasn't long before Annie's body shuddered and she fell forward on her face as she climaxed. Tim couldn't hold it any longer. He groaned like someone who'd just stepped on burning coals, pulled his cum-stained cock out of her and ejected his semen one spurt after another with each jerk of his cock. His semen splattered her ass cheeks in milky droplets while she lay there unmoving under him. He turned around and searched for his phone and when he found it took two snapshots of her semen-stained ass, making sure he got her tattoo as well. 

The sight looked beautiful.

He came down from the sofa and lay on the rug; Annie ran her fingers through his hairy chest which was coated with sweat, smiling down at him, both of them still breathing heavy.

"I'll bet this is what you've always wanted from Ellen," she said.

"All of this and more," he replied.

"There is a problem though. By the time Gerald and his boys get done with her, I doubt if she'll be wanting much satisfaction from you anymore. You know what they say about when you got black ..."

"Yeah, I know. When you go black, you can't ever go back. I'm familiar with the term."

"And it doesn't bother you?"

"No ... not really. I mean, as long as I'm here with you, why should it."

"I'm just trying to let you know that she won't any longer be the Ellen you once used to know. In a way, she just might turn out to become just like me."

"Wild and sexy and hot in bed?"

She grinned. "Not just in bed, honey, but anywhere else. Sometimes I get so horny and I get frustrated that Eric isn't close by to help put out my fire. Such times I wouldn't mind fucking any cock that crosses my path, young or old."

"For real?"

She nodded. "Once, I screwed the cable guy on this same sofa. Since then Eric and I are never lacking of any pay-per view channels."

"Damn. I've always known you were a randy slut, but I never knew you could that randy."

She giggled. "I was nearly up to a hundred degrees Fahrenheit today when you met me in your kitchen."

"Now I'm lying here wondering just what you might have done if I hadn't arrived home when I did."

"I would have been very very disappointed. But I'm glad that didn't happen."

Tim took her hand and brought it to his lips. Neither of them said anything for a moment. Then Annie made a comeback:

"Have you ever fucked any woman in the ass before, Tim?" she asked.

"Nooooo ... I don't think I have."

"But I'll bet you've always wanted to try it."

"Oh yeah, why not. I enjoyed watching Gerald's buddies having their fun with you back at his place. I pictured myself being the one screwing you that way."

"What time is it right now?"

He looked at the screen of his phone. "It's saying 11:46 P.M. Wow! I didn't know we've been making love that long."

"That's 'cause time runs faster when you're having fun. The question is are you still up for having some more fun? I sure could do with having my ass fucked."

Tim, upon hearing that, sprang up to his feet with his erect penis bouncing in the air in front of him. 

"Let's do it!" he said, and came down at her. 



The Makings of Ellen Ch. 06



Tim called in sick the following morning. He had a bad case of the fever, he informed his secretary over the phone, and didn't wish for anyone to call his line. He'd seen the kids off to school, had been stopped by one of Ellen's fellow teacher colleague who'd enquired about her absence. He made an excuse, ironically, of her catching the fever and was at the moment sick in bed. The teacher wished her speedy recovery; Tim said that he would pass the message along. As he jumped back into his car and reversed out of the school's parking lot, he wondered if Ellen's Super, Gerald, had made it to school as well. 

He wanted to be home to see her when she returned. Though he didn't know when, but last night Annie told him to stop being nervous and that she would be back anytime this morning. God, he hopped so, he thought to himself; a good thing he'd remembered to exchange phone numbers with her before he left her place. But besides waiting for Ellen, he recalled the snapshots he'd taken last night and reckoned now was a perfect time to upload them. He went into the bedroom to get out his laptop and brought it to the living room dining table and hooked it up. He uploaded the snapshots into his system and spent some time cropping the photographs to desired sizes and then blacking out any features that acted as a clue to either himself or Annie's face. Done with that, he went online, to a website that catered to amateur sexual encounters where he was a registered member of, though under a different name. Ellen was unaware of this secret and he intended to keep it that way till perhaps when he felt right to let her in on the know. He titled the snapshots in an album and posted them at the site for everyone to see and leave a comment on. He would stop by the site later on to see how far that was progressing.

Done with that and having nothing else to do, he went into the kitchen to fix himself a cup of coffee. A part of him tried to unraveling whatever reason his mind could think up that would make last night's bout of sex with Annie seem okay. He wasn't ashamed of having done it. They were both adults. They both had their individual spouses and the only thing linking them was the fact that they are next-door neighbors. But that withstanding, how would most people see it if their activity were ever to come to light? Some, he reasoned, would be too quick to judge. Too quick and easy for them to yell out and call it cheating ... and if possibly shame them for it. It was this equation he wanted to balance: there's no way it could be cheating if your wife knows about it already ... just as you too are aware of the fun she's been catching since yesterday. That was a good point. No, it was an excellent point. Hadn't he been at Gerald's pad yesterday watching his wife getting gangbanged and hadn't she too watched him getting his dick sucked by their friendly neighbor? It was strong case of tit for tat, nothing more. 

He filled the kettle with water and placed it on the stove to heat up. He took a seat by the table to wait it out. His thoughts couldn't stop wandering back to last night. In his mind's eye he made out every bit of the raunchy sex they had, clear as day. His prick was itching awake inside his shorts as the memory flooded his mind. That Annie ... boy, she's really something, he smiled at himself. His hand went to his shorts to massage his cock as he recalled moments of her sticking her bottom up at him from the sofa, offering him her gaping anal hole ... of him thrusting his cock inside it ... the exquisite feeling that roamed his body as he went on thrusting into her deeper and deeper ... then the moment of his cumming inside her asshole ... Wouldn't it be great if ever he had that same type of wild, all-night crazy sex with Ellen? He really would like that a lot: neither of them going to work one day, just spend the morning and afternoon indoors screwing their brains out. In the living room, bedroom, or even the bathroom, he wouldn't care. Another thing that would be even more interesting would be him convincing Ellen for them to have a threesome. Yeah, he could just picture Annie in bed with them, making like a sandwich in bed ... or who knows, they could even take things further and have a foursome! Having Annie and Eric in bed with them with the men taking turns at each other's wife. How cool and great would that be? Another scenario would be them having a group thing ... Tim felt down his khaki shorts at his cock which was responding rather positively to his fiendish thoughts. Nice to know you too are in sync with me, ol' boy.

The kettle was steaming and the whistling noise it produced startled him from his reverie. He left the table and turned off the stove and then took down a cup from a glass cabinet and poured some hot water inside it. 

"What're you making?" a voice called from behind him.

Tim was shaken by the voice he nearly spilled hot water from the kettle down his feet when he turned around and saw Ellen standing there by the kitchen's entrance staring at him. 

"Jesus, Ellen! You scared me, girl."

There was a look of tiredness about her features, as well as in her eyes, like one who hadn't caught much sleep the previous night. Her hair was messy and disheveled and hung plastered over her face. She was wearing a long brown coat that stopped at her knees and a pair of pump high heels much like the one Annie had worn for him last night. He'd never seen Ellen in one before and he couldn't help noticing how good they looked on her feet. He forgot about the coffee and went to her. She rested her head on his shoulder and hugged him. He scooped her into his arms and carried her up the stairs to the bedroom. The bottom of the coat she was putting on parted ways for him to get a good view of the upper region of her thighs and he saw that she wasn't wearing anything for underwear. 

Inside the bedroom he laid her on the bed and reached to unbutton her coat but her hands stopped him. He looked down at her and saw a worried, uncomprehending look in her eyes.

"No ... please ..."

"It's alright, honey," he said. "I'll understand."

Her hand seemed to grow soft at the mention of this, but only for the moment as his hand undid the buttons of her jacket and pushed it open to reveal his wife's nakedness ... and more.

Tim once again was at a loss at what he was seeing. Whatever activity she'd taken part of since last time he saw her, there really had been some fun going on without him. There were smudged maker-pen writings and arrow drawings all across her body (WHITE SLUT ... HOT WIFE ... BLACK COCK ONLY), from her torso, down to her abdomen. Painted arrows pointed towards her snatch. Written were the words: BLACK DICKS COME IN. He knew would find more writings if he turned her over to gaze at her backside. His hand went to her cunt region and he observed there was some moistness there. He inserted a finger inside and she gasped as he swirled and curled his finger inside her cunt and then pulled it out to reveal evidence of fresh semen. He looked at her questioningly, and she smiled at him.

"They dropped me off in front of the yard when I came in," she said. "Though Gerald wanted to leave me with a going-away present. While a friend of his drive, he screwed me in the backseat and came inside me."

"Tell me what happened," Tim said to her while still finger-fucking her slowly. "Tell me all what happening."

And so she did.

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WHAT HAPPENED...

Forgive me, darling, for being blunt, but those guys screwed me six ways to Sunday after you left. Really. They fucked me in the ass for nearly an hour I just about passed out from it. Each of them took turns cumming inside my ass, it felt like they emptied three huge gallons of cum inside of me; T.J. told me I was going to have a full set of triplets by the time they got done with me ... and I was afraid that was really going to happen. When they were done with me an hour later, my body hardly felt like it belonged to me anymore. I went to take a shower again and they allowed me to sleep for a couple of hours. When they woke me up it was dark outside—sometime past eight. Gerald gave me a net dress—you know, those type of dresses those girls wear in those hidden porn movies of yours—yeah, I'll bet you never figured I'd find out about them, did you? How come you've been keeping them around and never once thought of showing them to me?—Anyway, where was I? Oh yes ... I put on the net dress—it's got little patches to cover my tits and crotch—and then wore on a pair of high heeled boots. I put on some heavy makeup ... and voila! I looked like your average modern day slut! I'll bet if you'd seen me then, you probably wouldn't have recognized me. Hell, I doubt if my own mother would have.

He gave me this trench coat jacket to hide myself in and then we left the apartment, all three of us. Luke drove while Gerald and I sat in the back and they couldn't stop feeling me up. I didn't know where we were going ... but somehow, I just didn't care to know. I knew it was going to be something exciting, but never would I have guessed what it would be. They would have screwed me in the car, except I didn't want my makeup ruined.

It was some mansion ... I couldn't tell which part of the city it was, might even have been in the next state for all I cared. There were a lot of parked cars in the driveway. Gerald led us into the house as if he owned it, and there was a party going on inside. The house belonged to some rising NBA star, and it was his Bachelor Party they were having. Music kept playing and there was enough booze and alcohol floating around ... rich and well-to-do people too ... There was me and three other white girls ... one of them was one of Gerald's slut girlfriends, her name's Mabel. She too was dressed in some slutty attire like mine, and so where the others. We weren't the only white girls there—there were others around, but it seemed we'd been chosen specifically for the star's entertainment. We stood in the middle of the room while the celebrant sat on a chair facing us. Music started playing, and we both began to dance around him and with each other. (Ohhhh ... I love the way you're fucking me with that finger of yours ... don't stop ...) so ... we danced, I and the other three girls, around this tall, handsome NBA star. He sat there wearing a t-shirt and baggy jeans, and I noticed a bulge in his crotch while me and the girls romped and shook our hips against his face and lap. The crowd in the room cheered us on ... dared us to do something nasty to him. (A burst of giggles.) We did do something alright. I got up on the chair he was on and wiggled my bum over his face while one of the other girls—a redhead named Sherry, I think—she sat on his crotch and gave him a terrific lap dance. We all took turns giving him a lap dance ... after which he led the four of us upstairs to a large bedroom. 

He lay on the bed and we undressed him. It was funny the way we were with him ... acting like we school girls about to have ourselves a treat. We weren't disappointed—the guy's cock stood out like a tent pole—black and thick, with cables running around it. We each took turns sucking him and sitting over his face. So thick was his cock, I barely got half of it into my mouth. We all got a share of it too. While he fucked us one at a time, a group of guys came into the room ... all of them naked and stroking their dicks. When he was done with us, they took over. (Uhnnnnnhhhhh ... yeah ... twirl that finger of yours into my pussy ... Awwnnnnn ... Honey, could you please use your tongue ... I want to feel your tongue in there ... Uhhhh yeah ...) So ... anyway ... these bunch of guys—they kept coming and going from the room so I never really knew how many they were—they took the four of us, two for each of us ... sometimes three. They all huge guys I tell you, and their cocks was just so ... massive! Fucking unbelievably massive! I could barely get my hands around them. They screwed us every which way. I mean ... I've never had so many dicks fucking me. I had one cock in my puss, another in my asshole, and then another in my mouth, while one of my hand was stroking another black cock ... I wish you'd been there to have seen me. By the time we were done, my net dress was nothing but rags, and I had so much cum splattered over my face and hair. The other girls too had a similar taste. I took a break for like an hour or more and decided to explore the rest of the mansion. There were rooms everywhere and in all of them there was some fucking going on. There was this fat middle-aged white man who was standing outside a bedroom door peeking inside while at the same time beating his cock. He told me his wife was getting screwed inside the room. I looked inside and true enough, she was getting gangbanged by two muscle-looking blacks. I was nearly tempted to go in there and join them, but then the man noticed I was still leaking loads of cum from my pussy and begged me to allow him lick me clean. I figured what the hell, and allowed him to go down on me just as you are right now, while I went on watching the action happening to his wife. I must have cum more than a hundred times last night, and the man's tongue made me cum again. (Uhhhhhh ... yeahhhhh ... I love it when you've got your tongue all the way in me like that ... Uhhhnnnn ...)

Ohhh, honey, I wished you'd been there. I really wished you'd been there.

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The change in Ellen was significant now and Tim took note of it every step of the way. No longer was she the dour, tranquil and mild-mannered housewife he'd known; that ship had sailed and, from the looks of it, never likely to return. The Devil had been unleashed in his wife. 

Two days later Ellen headed off to work in a pair of high heels—high heels!—and short skirt that rode halfway up her thighs. She kissed him and told him she just might be a bit late from work and for him to pick up the kids along the way. Tim had no choice but to comply, as he knew, from the twinkle in her eyes, that there was going to be some fun going on later. He couldn't stop fantasizing about whatever she might be up to later on with her boss Gerald as he jumped into his car drove off to work.

* * * *

At McGrath Elementary, it was still lunch break and Ellen was in her vacated classroom scoring some homework assignments she'd previously given her students, most of whom were at the moment playing outside. Her back was turned to the classroom door and she didn't notice when it came open and closed behind her. The figure who'd stepped in turned the key in the lock and drew down the curtains, blocking whoever might watch from the corridor, and approached her. Ellen was startled and gave a surprise cry when a pair of black hands came from behind ... and then a face came forward over her left shoulder and she inhaled Gerald's musk-scented aftershave and her body relaxed immediately to his caressing touch.

"I've been waiting all morning for you to be done with them kids," he said to her. "You been dying for me, too?"

"Much too much," she answered, reaching a hand behind her back to rub against his cheek. Break period is going to be over soon. Let's not waste any second."

He accepted, bending her forward over her desk and held her skirt up. She was wearing thong panties—that made his job even easier as he unzipped his pants and reached in to fish out his already erect monster. He spat on his palm and lubricated the head of his cock with it. Ellen reached a hand between her legs and widened her labia walls for him and held her breath as she felt him force the bulbous head of his cock between her opening. It took three more pushes before it slid halfway in with ease. Her hands grasped the edge of her desk and her breathing became stertorous as he shoved his meat inside her back and forth, back and forth, faster and harder. His hands went to her blouse and pinched her tits hard. Ellen shook her head in a whirl. She wanted to scream out ... a sharp intake of air was building down in her throat, willing her to let it out ... when finally it did, it came out as a trembling gasp. She reached a hand behind to touch her lover ... loving the feel of his masculine skin ... the feel of his cock pounding her right here in her classroom, unmindful of whomever might be coming to notice them.

She felt him about to cum. Seconds before he blew his load, Gerald pulled his cock out of her and Ellen instinctively turned around and fell to her knees and took his cock into her mouth and feverishly began sucking him. Gerald held her head and muttered a tight groan as his semen shot through his puckered pee-hole into her mouth. For Ellen it was like catching a bullet as she grunted from the force of his load filling her mouth like raging water. She gulped one at a time, letting his cum slip down her throat like syrup. Done with that, she licked his shaft clean of her juice and took his balls into her mouth.

"Yeah ... that's the way of being a good slut," Gerald murmured as she went on popping each testicle into her mouth. "You like that, don't you?"

"Hmmmm, I love it," she purred.

"Gonna give you some more once we get off work."

He took his cock from her and she moaned as he tucked it back behind his briefs and zipped his fly back. He helped her up to her feet and she too straightened herself... although there was a flush on her cheek that would remain there for another hour before fading away.

"Stop by my office when you're done," he said to her and then turned and walked out of her classroom.

Break period was over a half hour later and her school kids flooded back into her class and Ellen once again shut everything else and returned to her teacher character.

* * * *

They waited till much of the school was empty before they took their leave. To pass the time, Gerald brought her into his office, locked the door and sat in his chair, pulling his pants down his thighs. His cock jumped to attention and Ellen crawled under his desk to suck his cock while he checked through some bulletin memos that cluttered his desk. She sucked him off till he'd had enough. 

It was approaching 5:45 P.M. when they left his office. Ellen, disappointed, had wished he would fuck her once more before they left. So far they'd done it twice in his office she loved it whenever they screwed in there. To her it was more comfortable and non-disturbing that when they did it in her classroom. But Gerald told her to keep it till they got home. 

She followed in her vehicle while he led her in his and they headed to his place. Up the stairs they went, but instead of stopping at his apartment, Gerald took her down the corridor and stopped at another door. Ellen watched as he took out a set of keys and slid one into the door's keyhole and unlocked it.

"This isn't your apartment," she said, as if she was only just finding out about it.

"It's Mabel's," he said as he pushed the door open and invited her inside. "I think we ought to make a change of place for the time being. Besides, Mable wouldn't mind."

It was a typical apartment, though it had a rather feminine, gothic look about it that ranged between normalcy and something else that she couldn't put her finger on. It looked more like a teenager's home than that of an adult. There were posters of famous rock artistes and classic movie posters on the walls. Bowls of incense stood on separate coffee tables in the living room, bathing the air with their exotic smell. Gerald locked the door and took out his key and then led her towards the bedroom.

Inside the bedroom, he took Ellen's handbag and dumped it on a chair while indicating for her to sit on the bed, which she did obediently, still not knowing what was intended. Gerald approached a vanity desk and began pulling the drawers open.

"Mable's got a handful of toys in here I'd like to see you try on," he said while he went on pulling drawers open and searching for whatever items he was looking for.




The Makings of Ellen Ch. 06



Ellen glanced about the room and noticed the video camera hooked on a tripod by the corner with its lens facing the bed. There was a laptop on a table with cable feeds connecting it to the camera. Gerald found what he was looking for—an assortment of dildos, a butt plug, and a set of colored marble balls. He threw them on the bed and then went through Mabel's wardrobe. He found a pair of black-seamed nylon stocks with matching garters which he gave to Ellen.

"Get to wearing them right now," he said. 

Ellen stood up and without a word began taking off her clothes. Gerald went to the laptop and turned it on. He switched on the video camera and a live feed transmitted instantly on the laptop's screen. He went past Ellen, who was busy fussing about with herself in wearing on the stockings, and began adjusting the bedroom's lights, partly closing the curtains, to make it more efficient for the camera's eye. He checked the picture quality on the laptop's screen and smiled as he reckoned he now had the desired effect he wanted.

Ellen, now naked except for her thong panties and the nylon stockings which coated her legs like a second skin, lay on the bed awaiting his next command. Her nipples stood at attention, hungry for touch.

"Well, master," she said with a giggle as she observed her reflection on the laptop's screen, striking a poise. "I think I'm ready now for my close-up."

"Indeed you are," replied Gerald, who was now standing behind the tripod, focusing the video's lens on her. "Why don't you go ahead and play with any of the stuff I left there for you."

Ellen decided to start with the dildos. 

She picked one of them and right there and then got into the character of a white woman slut wantonly playing with herself. She rolled the head of the dildo, which was made of rubber and shaped in the form of a 7-inches cock, around her lips. She sucked and slid her tongue down the dildo's shaft while casting a slut's eye at the camera. She lay on her back and rolled the dildo's head down towards her panties, rubbing it up and down her crotch. Gerald took himself out of his clothes, except for his briefs behind which his cock was struggling to be free from. He went behind the camera and focused the lens on Ellen's crotch, watching as she pushed her panties aside and rubbed the mushroom-shaped head of the dildo up and down her pussy, moaning while she did. She gazed at the spying camera and curled her lips into a smile. 

"I'll bet you can't wait to see me push it in, can you?" she murmured with excitement.

"Ohh yeah," said Gerald, whose voice too was captured by the camera's microphone. "Go ahead, push that dildo into your cunt for us."

Ellen grinned and did as he wanted. She threw her head backward and sighed as she felt the invasion of the dildo's head penetrate through her wetness. She thrust it deep inside her and her sigh turned into a moan as its size filled her like only Gerald's thick cock would. She pulled it halfway out and thrust it back inside her salacious vulva again ... loving the way her body responded to it. She picked up a second dildo and sucked on that one while her other hand shoved the other back and forth inside her. Gerald left the camera and came on to the bed. On the laptop's screen, the camera captured him lowering his briefs down his thighs as his thick black snake then sprung into view. Ellen threw away the dildo and took his cock into her mouth—she was dying for the real one, after all—while Gerald took the other dildo from her hand and went on fucking her cunt with it. Ellen moaned at the same time wiggled her hips as he shoved every inch of the dildo inside her pussy. This implored her to suck his cock with vigor. 

He withdrew from her afterwards and told her to be on her arms and knees. Ellen assumed the position, sticking her ass up and reaching her hands backwards to spread her ass cheeks enough for him. Gerald drew her panties down her thighs and reached for the butt plug accessory. Ellen steeled herself and groaned as the butt-plug pressed its way down her puckered anal canal. She tried relaxing her muscles to enable it slid in easy. In no time, her master was fucking her ass at the same time slurping his tongue up and down her pussy zone. 

A moment of reality cut through their actions when they heard the snicker of a key fitting into a lock. The sound came from the living room and it was followed by the door coming open and then closing back, followed by a pair of feet coming in the direction of the bedroom. If Ellen was nervous about being caught with her lover in someone else's apartment, she didn't show it. Neither did Gerald, who continued doing his work to twin holes. 

The bedroom door came open and Mabel appeared. She was wearing tight jeans and a sleeveless blouse; her clothes hugged her slender frame. She stood there at the doorway staring at both of them with wide eyes. She didn't show any hint of surprise at seeing Gerald with Ellen in her bed. It like she'd been expecting to come home to find such, as she took her handbag off her shoulder and threw it across the room, smiling as she stepped inside.

"Well, well, well," she murmured as she stood beside the bed observing them. "Hiya, Ellen. If I'd known Gerald was going to bring you over today, I maybe wouldn't have bothered going to work."

"It was a spur of the moment thing, babe," answered Gerald from behind Ellen's butt. "How about you getting out of those clothes and come give your man a helping hand here."

"Like you even need to ask," she said and right away began undoing the buttons of her blouse. 

Mabel took her time getting out of her clothes. She knew neither of them was going anywhere ... at least not till she got her own round of playing they'd been having before she came. The camera captured her as she too came on the bed and lay in front of Ellen, presenting her with an excellent view of her snatch. She turned wild right away.

"Go ahead and eat that pussy, bitch!" she pulled Ellen's face down between her legs.

Ellen rolled her tongue over Mabel's clit, flicking it against the metal stud that was clasped there before perusing the rest of her cunt. The room was soon filled with the sound of one woman eating another woman's pussy, with lots of smacks and moans in-between. Mabel pressed her head down on her and pushed up her hips to get more of her tongue, moaning while she did. Ellen slurped and wrapped her pussy's flesh between her lips and bite on it. Mabel squirted copious pussy juice all over her face, and still she urged Ellen to keep licking her harder ... and harder till she groaned deeper from cumming. Ellen was giving and getting pleasure. It was driving her hard and crazy ... delirious, in fact. She tensed up and gave a flat out shout when she felt Gerald's lips nibbling on her clit while still fucking her ass with the butt-plug deeper and deeper ... bringing her to excruciating climax. She collapsed between Mabel's legs, gasping for breath. 

Gerald and Mabel left her to cool off for the time being while they attended to their impending needs, coming at each other with their lips locked into a frenzied kiss. Ellen rolled to the far right side of the bed and watched them go at themselves. Their contrasting skin painted a lovely picture before her eyes ... and she reasoned Tim too would be happy to see this where he around to watch this. 

Gerald leaned back and let Mabel take control with putting her mouth to good use around his cock. She worked him till he eventually spurted and she licked him clean. His cock now limp, she lay back and gave him access to her pussy which he proceeded to eat. Ellen now was getting her strength back and reached between Gerald's legs to stroke his manhood while he remained busy munching Mabel's cunt. His prick became erect once more. But first, there was something that needed to be done.

"Go over and grab the camera off from the tripod and start filming," said Gerald to Ellen.

Ellen left the bed and went to do as told. She unclasped the video camera from the stand and began filming Gerald as he leaned over Mabel to fix his prick between her legs. Mabel jerked her body and locked her claves over Gerald's thighs the instant his prick was inside her. Ellen watched and filmed everything, bringing the camera's eye down to capture Gerald's ass as it bounced. She zoomed in on his cock sliding in and out of Mabel's cunt with slickness. Gerald dug his hands underneath her ass and Mabel's moans turned to excited screams as he went on stretching her fuck-hole more and more. Ellen captured all of this. She rubbed her pussy, feeling her wetness pour out of her, wishing for her turn to hurry along.

It did eventually. 

Gerald pulled out of Mabel and took the camera from Ellen while she knelt before him to lick Mabel's juice off his shaft. Gerald passed the camera to Mabel and bent Ellen onto the bed and thrust his cock into her. Mabel filmed from where she lay, capturing the anguished look on Ellen's face as she took more and more of her master's cock. 

"Ohh yeah," said Mabel from behind the video camera's lens. "Go on, bitch! Take that black cock! Act like you want it!"

Ellen wanted it alright, pushing her ass back each time Gerald slammed his rod into her hard. Her hair flew all over her face and she brushed it aside repeatedly to moan her pain. Though the pain was wonderful, fantastic even. Gerald's cock was so in-tuned with her body she could remain her fucking him till next summer for all she cared.

The bout of fucking went on till Gerald wrapped his arms around her abdomen and pulled her towards him, still fucking her pussy hard. Ellen was aware of the burning fire in his cock. She pressed herself against him, held onto his arm and screamed out as she felt a giant star explode inside her. Her body shuddered as they came almost simultaneously. She collapsed on the bed, totally spent. Gerald stood back for a moment gasping for breath as well while Mabel came and knelt before him, taking his limp cock into her mouth and sucked him. Gerald, a while later, took the camera from her and Mabel turned her attention towards Ellen who still lay where she was with white load of cum oozing out of her cunt. Mabel spread the back of her legs open and buried her lips between her ass cheeks. 

"Now that's a wrap!" said Gerald, pressing the stop button on the camera.

The three of them lay in bed playing with each other, both women fussing over the black lover who was the object of their affection lying between them. There was no sense of jealousy—they were happy and content with the unwritten arrangement they had concerning their love and obedience towards their black master.

Gerald left both women sometime later to play with themselves with the dildos and butt plugs while he took the video camera and laptop to the living room and started downloading the film into several empty DVD discs. He intended to make at least twenty-five copies (though with the characters' eyes blackened to avoid recognition), before uploading the work onto his erotic website. Though he planned on keeping three discs aside from the lot. One he would keep for himself; one would go to Annie; and the other he would send to Ellen's husband, Tim. He deserved to see what his wife was now capable of, Gerald smiled to himself as he did his work.



The Makings of Ellen Ch. 07



The package was on Tim's desk on Monday morning the following week waiting for him just like every other mail he was expecting delivered to his office. However, had he been aware of the content of the package, he would have been somewhat frightened and worried about his secretary handling it when she left it along with the other pressing memos on his desk when he arrived.

The package bore his name and office address with a non-familiar return address; the package obviously wasn't official, or anything related to his office. He tore it open and found the DVD pack inside. He opened that one too and found the disc with the words PERSONAL COPY written on it. He contemplated what could be inside—and the best way to know was to play it. It was a good thing he'd brought along his laptop. He cleared a space for it on his desk and booted on the system. He slid the disc into the video portal and waited for the screen to come alive.

The surprise came like a punch to his gut.

Tim's eyes opened with shock when the disc started to play and he saw his wife, his sweet Ellen, naked on a bed, fucking herself shamelessly with a dildo. He paused the movie and went and locked his office door before coming back to his chair. He loosened his tie and resumed watching the movie. Gaddamn! He couldn't believe how incredibly sexy Ellen looked in it. He watched as she sucked on a second dildo ... then a black man came into the picture (he was quick to recognise Gerald's face) and offered her his cock to suck on instead. Tim's erection was awake and pressing against the fabric of his inner shorts. He forwarded the movie a bit and stopped at the scene where Ellen turned around, sticking her ass towards the camera and Gerald began fucking her asshole with the butt-plug ...

His desk phone suddenly began to ring. Tim banged his knee against the side of his desk, totally startled by the interruption, and muttered a curse. He paused the movie and picked up the phone's handle.

"Hello?" he said.

"Hi there, Tim," a gruff, yet hearty voice spoke into his ear. "It's Montgomery on the line."

Montgomery Fitch, though always preferred being called Monty in reference to that famous WWII British general, worked in the upper executive floors above Tim's. Part of the finance wheel that drove the company forward, and one of the best chums to have on your side when consideration for a promotion came about. It was he Tim was making plans of bringing his raise proposal to. 

"Oh, hi there, Monty. What's up?"

"Nothing much going on here on my side of the building. Just want to give you the heads up that myself and the rest of the brass were cool and satisfied with the figures and estimates you made with those pansies over in Denver. It's going to look good in your future here, I can tell you that."

"Thanks ... very much thanks, Monty. Really glad to have helped out when I could."

"That aside, you and your lovely wife going to be free for dinner come weekend? I'm having a little party and figured you'd show."

"I'll be delighted," said Tim. "I'll let you know before the weekday ends."

"No problem. You know my number. Will be talking with you later."

Tim said goodbye to him and then hung up and returned to his movie. The video timer clocked it at forty-something minutes. He didn't have time to spare to view all of it now without someone soon stopping by his office. If not someone, then his secretary. He stopped the movie and shut down his laptop, deciding to wait till lunch before seeing it once more.

He rifled through the rest of his mails, hopping that was the first and last surprise he was going to get for today. Not seeing anything else of much importance, he got back to his job.

* * * *

Ellen was seated behind her desk going through her class curriculum for the remainder of the school week during lunch break when her cell phone started to ring. She saw her husband's number on its screen and said hello into the mouthpiece. 

"Hey there, honey," said Tim into her ear. "What're you doing right now?"

"Nothing much, just going through my class schedule between now and when the school term closes; I sure can do with the break when it comes. How about you?"

"It's lunch break, and I'm in my office all alone, eating a sandwich with a Diet-Coke and watching a movie on my laptop. A very strange type of movie. One I think you'd really like to watch."

"Oh really? What's it about?"

"How about you take a wild guess," said her husband.

"I can't start to guess when I don't know what you're watching."

"Okay then I'll give you a hint. The leading character's a lady, very beautiful, in her mid-thirties, naked and wearing a pair of nylon stockings, and right now she's being screwed by a black man, at the same time she's munching on another woman's pussy that's in front of her ... and it' s all home-made, by the way. Does this scene ring a bell with you?"

Ellen didn't say anything for three seconds, her breath caught in her throat as the image of her escapade with Gerald last week played in her mind.

"The woman in the movie," she said almost hesitatingly, "Does she ... look like me?"

Tim laughed in her ear. "Come on, Ellen, you can do more than that. The woman is you, without a doubt."

"Oh my God. Gerald did tell me he was making some copies to distribute in some DVD stores ... but he never told me of this. He sent one to you?"

"It seems that's what he did; it was waiting for me when I got to my office this morning. When was this done, and where?"

She told him.

"How come you didn't tell me about it?"

"I want to, really I did. But Gerald made me swear not to. He told me it was going to be a surprise for you. He would have been mad at me if I had. I guess he planned it out the way he did."

"Kudos to him—it's a really smashing video. Who's the pretty lady with you in it?"

"Her name's Mabel. She lives next door to Gerald, and she's one of his sluts. She was also at that party I told you he took me to, remember?"

"Oh yeah, I recall you mentioned her name. She's got a terrific body—though not like yours, my darling."

"I hope you're not ... mad at me for it."

"Why in God's name would I be? I would have preferred being there to have watched though."

Ellen chuckled. "That was what I said to myself while he was filming me. Though I'm trying to keep a rein on things, just that sometimes satisfying Gerald can be ... really impossible."

"How so?"

"He can't seem to get enough of me, and I guess I too am always dying to please him. He does stuff with me I never thought I'd do with any other man ... even you."

"Maybe someday soon, you and I can try such stuff out for ourselves, don't you think?"

"Yes, I think I'd like that a lot. Tell me, what's the movie quality like?"

"It's alright ... though you said he'd made copies of this to sell ... won't anyone who buys it recognize you in it?"

"No, he blacked out our eyes in the ones he's selling. He told me he made three separate copies that only show our faces. You're having one of them now, and he's got a copy for himself. The last one he didn't say who he was giving it to, but he told me not to worry about it. He said that it was going to a trusted friend, whoever that is. I don't know if I still should worry or not."

Tim had a feeling he knew whom the trusted friend might be, but didn't mention it. That was his private business to follow up on, not something to worry Ellen about. Though with all what they've passed through since he returned from Denver, he reckoned she wouldn't squirm if he'd mentioned it to her. Still ... you never know.

"I can't wait to be with you tonight," he murmured into the phone.

"Really? Looks like that movie's got you all hot and bothered."

"You have no idea. I've been stroking myself since lunch break began, and I'm almost about to pop like a champagne very soon."

Ellen exploded with laughter. "Better save some for me later on. Alright, darling, I've got to go. I'll see you when I get home."

They hung up on each other. Tim waited a few seconds before dialling another number. A different female voice answered at the other end. "Hey there, sugar," purred Annie into his ear. "I was wondering when you'd call today."

"I had much work this morning, so I couldn't," he said. "Do you have a copy of the DVD disc, Annie?" "What DVD are we talking about?"

"Come on, Annie, you know the one alright. The same one Gerald, your best friend, made of Ellen and some other lady. I'm asking because I've got a copy of it here with me, and Ellen told me he made three, kept one for himself and gave the last to a friend. I'm guessing you're that friend."

Annie crackled. "You guessed right. I do have a copy, and it's very interesting. Not as interesting as the ones Eric and I have made with him though, but ... you get the picture."

"You've had yours since last week when he made it?"

"I got mine the day after. He brought it over."

"You could have told me about it."

"What? And then spoil the surprise? Nah, that wouldn't have been any fun now would it. Besides, I like it that you figured whom the third person was and arrived at me. I've been sitting here at my work office all day thinking about you ... about that other night you and me had ourselves alone. I wish we could have another night just like that again."

"I think about that night all the time too. But there's no way we can do that without me running it through Ellen and hearing what she thinks about it."

"You'd better run it through her then. The sooner you do, the better. I just can't keep myself waiting."

"But what about your man, Eric? Wouldn't he mind?"

"Remember I told you before about Eric and I fantasizing about you and Ellen some nights. He'd jump at the idea even before I mention it to him. He'd want to take a crack at Ellen, but I guess it's a better trade-off, wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes, I think so too. He's back in town now, isn't he?"

"Oh yeah, he arrived last night. He and I stayed up late watching the movie. He kept talking about how sexy Ellen was in it. He's such a horny devil my Eric is."

Tim laughed. "Having a woman like you for a wife, I'm not surprised."

Another burst of laughter from Annie. "Don't you worry. Ellen's already turning into a slut herself, so then you'll be having fun knowing what it's like."

"You think she'll ever be as open and naughty as you?"

"I don't know. But give her time, and then you won't be able to keep her on a leash. She'll be dreaming of stiff pricks every waking and sleeping minute."

"Damn! Talking to you is always getting me so fucking hard right now."

"Hard enough for you wishing you had my pussy right there in your office so you can fuck it?"

"Oh yeah, damn right. This time I'm going to try not to cum too soon either."

"Hmmmm, I'll bet. Don't worry, we'll be getting together soon."

* * * *

Gerald didn't require any of Ellen's services for the day, thus she got home a little early than expected, which was often her normal time prior to when Gerald snared her into his entrapment scheme. Well, she reasoned that she had nothing about it to be worried about. He had given her the new job as promised, which meant that her teaching job at McGrath Elementary was now solidified. 

As she drove towards home, she got a call from Eric Seymour, Annie's husband, asking if she and Tim were free for the evening, that they were planning a little get together at their home and would like for them to drop by, say around eight. Ellen said she looked forward to it and would inform Tim once she got home.

Tim was already home before her, as she saw his car parked in the driveway. It was past 5:00 P.M. The front door swung open before she reached it and was propelled inside the room and smothered with kisses. Tim pinned her against the wall. His foot kicked at the door, slamming it close while his lips went on kissing her. Ellen reciprocated and tried pushing him back when she was nearly out of breath.

"Wha ... what's gotten into you?" she asked, still dazed but at the same time excited by his wanton rush.

"Isn't it obvious," he said with excitement. "I just can't get the images of you in that video out of my head all afternoon."

He resumed kissing her. His hands slipped under her blouse and grasped her tits from behind her bra. Another thought then occurred to Ellen.

"Tim, we're not alone—what about the kids?"

"They're across the street playing. We've got the house to ourselves, at least for a half hour or so. Let's not try and waste it."

They made it towards the bedroom. They struggled by the doorway, struggling with each other's clothes as they got inside and fell on the bed. Tim ripped the panties off from his wife's flesh, delighted in the sight of her lace stockings and her high heels still clasped to her feet. He ran his tongue over her skin from the underside of her knees up to her thighs and hips. Ellen undid the buttons of her blouse; her tits awaited Tim as he pushed her bra get at them. She grasped and scratched his shoulders and his arms, pressing her body to his frantic touch. Tim slid his face downward to get at her wet cunny. Ellen cried out from the contact of his tongue against her sensitive clit. 

"Ohhhh my Goddd, Tim ... Ohh God, Tim ... Make love to me ... Please!"

He fed his lips on her pussy, pushing her towards mountains of ecstasy while she whined and groaned under him. He finger-fucked her cunt, thrusting a finger inside her pussy and another in her asshole, still gulping her copious pussy juice till her body broke into an earth-shattering shudder and like that she exhaled her orgasm. 

Within minutes they were making love to each other like ravenous animals. 

****



The Makings of Ellen Ch. 08



I make no apologies for the type of stories I post here. Those who hate me for it, please keep on hating. The more you hate, the longer I live. I will be travelling to the U.S., early next month. Please come and wait for me at JFK International. If you'd like the date, send me a mail. For now, I'm taking a break, but BLACK MASTER SHANGO will be coming soon. Maybe to a city near you! 

*

The time was 8:45 P.M. There were vehicles parked in front of the Seymour's home as well as on the curb and stretched down a few houses by the time Tim and Ellen stepped out of their front door and approached their compound. Ellen had told him after their bout of love-making about the invitation she's gotten from Eric, and they'd spent the last hour debating on just what to wear for the evening—something suitable or something casual. In the end they'd preferred casual. This was their neighbour's home they were visiting after all, not a night at the Opera.

Ellen was looking smashing in a sleeveless cotton blouse and jeans while Tim wore khaki pants and a t-shirt. As they approached their neighbour's front door, Ellen stopped him.

"How do I look?" she asked.

"Beautiful and gorgeous," he answered right away. "Matter of fact, you're good enough to eat."

She rewarded him with a kiss. "Thanks. You're such a darling."

"Are you ready?"

She inhaled a deep breath and then exhaled in a whoosh. "Yeah, I'm ready."

Tim smiled and pressed the door bell. What sounded like evidence of a party going on came from behind the drawn curtain windows and even from behind the door, though neither of them could have guessed what it was about. Evidently Eric and Annie didn't wish for the rest of the neighbourhood to be involved in their revelry. Tim was just as anxious as Ellen was to know what the party was about.

Tim pressed the doorbell again. Seconds later and the door came open for them and they met their host—Eric Seymour.

He was the same age-range as Tim, except he had a thicker body frame with a ruddy complexion. He had a receding forehead and his hair grew in turfs about the sides of his ears which were pointy like that of an elf's. In three years time he would be completely bald; for now he appeared unconcerned about it. He was wearing a golf shirt and brown shorts with a wine glass in his hand and a brimming smile on his face as he welcomed Tim and Ellen into his home, thanking them for showing. 

"TIM!" he boomed out his name so loud it could have shattered glass. "AND ELLEN! Come on in, you two! My God, Ellen, you're looking lovelier than ever! Hot damn!" he pulled her unceremoniously into his other free arm and kissed her cheek. Done with her, he grasped Tim's hand in what felt like a bear-hug and shook it. "Tim, put it there, pal! Gaddamn, you two don't know how long I've been dyin' to get you both in here. So glad you two made it."

"I'm sorry we never had the time to have done this sooner, Eric," said Ellen. "Tim's been spending so much hours out of town for us to make it."

Eric brushed a hand across his face as if wiping off bad air. "Aww shucks! I know the feelin'. I too am much of a busy workaholic m'self, and God knows, Annie hates me for it. You both are here and that's all that matters. Come on inside, almost everybody else is here and waiting."

Tim was about to comment "Everybody—" when Eric led them through the foyer and into the large living room where music was coming from, mingled with conversational voices of people. Tim and Ellen were both one step behind Eric as he came down the short flight of stairs into the room and once again boomed out to the rest of his guests to introduce his new visitors. Hearty calls and smiles reflected on their faces and several of them came forward to shake Tim's hand and several of the women shuffled over to hug Ellen like they were old friends. Everybody was saying something almost at once and Tim and Ellen managed to keep their smiles and chatter with each of them. Tim recognised several of the faces that were there in the room. Three of them lived down the street from him, and they were all here with their wives ... and my God, look at the wives! Tim saw that they were all looking brazenly dressed in their outfits, nearly all of them putting on dark or see-through blouses and corsets with their ample bosoms just about poking from the top section and their skirts too were short and revealing, plus they were all wearing high heels and nearly all of them had on knee-length stockings. One of the women—Elsie Michelson, who lived three houses from theirs, wore a tank top and Spring Break-type jeans shorts that revealed her ass cheeks and had on knee-length exotic black boots. She was looking very extra hot and randy, unlike her all-round husband, Bob, who resembled a beached whale the way he stood beside her. Ellen noticed much of this almost at once and suddenly she felt overdressed for the occasion. Had she known about the dress code, she too probably would have worn something more ... challenging to the eye. Maybe not up to these women's standard, but she would have tried. And to think all this time she actually knew a lot about her neighbours. 

Eric was busy chatting with Tim and Ellen when Annie appeared from behind, holding two wine glasses of champagne in her hand which she presented to both of them. She was putting on a chiffon dress that stooped halfway of her thighs. Tim couldn't help running his eyes all over her attire, and Ellen caught where his eyes were roaming but made as if she didn't. 

"It's a good thing you both decided to show up early," said Eric. "The boys are yet to arrive for the actual party to begin."

"Boys?" asked Tim. "What boys?"

Annie and Eric exchanged glances and then smiled. "Don't worry, you'll find out when the time comes."

At that moment the doorbell sounded off and Eric excused himself to go see who it was. Annie excused herself too and led Ellen away to introduce her properly to several of the other wives that were there. Eric returned with more guests, and Tim was surprised to recognise the visitor who'd just arrived with his wife tagging along in his arm. It was one of his bosses whom he'd talked with on the phone earlier that day—Montgomery Fitch, with his blonde-haired trophy wife. There was so much dissimilarity between them: Monty was gregarious and though he was wearing a Hawaiian shirt still managed to look like a bear in Russian winter. Whereas his wife—wife number three, if Tim wasn't mistaken—was a former Scandinavian beauty queen and possessed a lovely pair of legs with a hot body to booth. Tim felt a tingle in his crotch as his eyes didn't seem to relinquish viewing her. He soon learnt her name—Katherine.

Tim, nice to meet you here," said Monty, closing in on him to shake his hand. He introduced him to his wife, Mary. "I never knew you and Eric knew each quite well."

"I live next door to him," said Tim. "Though this is my first time of being in one of his parties."

"No wonder, or else I'd have spotted you around. Well, a good thing you decided to join in. Eric's always good at such."

While they chattered, Tim noticed his wife slip off from his arm and went over to be with a trio of other house wives giggling and talking in whispers. Tim saw Ellen amongst them and she too appeared lost in whatever gossipy talk they seemed to be having. 

"That's a lovely woman you've got there, Tim," said Monty, whose eyes were at the moment giving Ellen a good look-over. "You and her so look good together."

"Thank you."

"I'll bet the boys will get a good taste of her too by the time the night's over."

Again, Tim was about to ask "What boys?" when he felt someone tap his shoulder. It was Annie. 

"I notice your wine glass is almost finished. Mind coming over to help me pop open another before the boys get here?"

Tim was still perplexed as to which boys everyone was referring to, but preferred differing that unanswered question just for another opportunity to be close to Annie ... at least until the main party kicked up. Whenever that would be. 

Annie led him through a back corridor towards the direction of the kitchen, the layout of which Tim was familiar with since the other night he broke in. They passed a couple on the way too busy groping each other. Annie opened an alcove door which was a sort of store room at the back of the staircase and led Tim inside. She locked the door and flicked on a light switch. The room was small and the air inside somewhat cold, but it looked accommodating enough for what she had in mind.

"We don't have much time," she said before kissing him, her hands fumbled for his belt buckle while she fell to her knees, sliding her tongue out of her lips like a serpent sensing dinner. "Gerald and his friends will soon be here. I just want to have you to myself before they take over the show."

She fished out his cock, which was semi-erect with pre-cum oozing out of it, and swallowed him. Tim grew turgid inside her mouth and he gazed down at the beauty that was his neighbour's wife sucking his cock. Annie groped and caressed his balls while still enveloping her mouth around his cock. She flicked her tongue on his mushroom-shaped head, before gagging on him. Tim gritted his teeth and sucked air through it. Damn! He'd forgotten just how terrific she could be with her mouth. There was a sudden knock on the door, startling both of them. Annie stopped what she was doing, listening just like him. The knock came again. "Annie, are you in there?" 

They both recognised Eric's voice. Annie got up and unlocked the door. Tim didn't know whether to feel embarrassed being caught with his neighbour/friend's wife or feel annoyed at them being interrupted by him. He felt deflated by it, not knowing how Eric would react. Eric solved the problem for him by smiling the moment Annie pushed the door open to reveal him standing there.

"Ahhh ... you two are getting downright busy already," he observed.

"I couldn't help it, honey," said Annie, returning to her knees and stroking Tim's cock back to life. "Tim was looking alone and lost back there. I thought I'd put some spark in him before the evening moves along."

"How's she doing, Tim?" he asked. "Annie treating you fine, or you need any of the other fellows' wives to come take her place?"

Tim shook his head and grinned sheepishly. "Nah, she's taking care of me just fine."

"Just what I wanted to hear," grinned Eric. "Anyway, honey, you two had better hurry up. Gerald just called and said he and the boys are almost here. I'm going to get Billy to help me out with bringing the floor mats out to the living room."

"Don't worry, darling, I'll be there in no time."

Eric closed back the door and Annie turned to look at Tim, smiling up at him while his cock stood erect two inches from her succulent lips. 

"I'll bet you were kind of scared when he saw us, weren't you?" she said to him.

Tim gave a helpless shrug. "You're his wife. I'd be nervous too if I ran into someone doing Ellen like this."

"Don't worry. A couple of minutes from now, you won't be thinking about that anymore."

Nothing more was said as she resumed feeding on his cock, sucking him towards heights of surmounting desire. Tim moaned in rising excitement, his breath becoming fast. His hands caressed her hair, pressing her face towards his crotch till his moment of explosion came about. Annie gulped everything he had to give and more. Her mouth didn't let go of him till he'd spurted the last drop of semen, and even then she took her time cleaning him up before letting go of his limp dick. John wiped sweat from his brow, realising that he was still breathing heavy. Annie rose to her feet and kissed his deep and passionately.

"It's too bad we don't have enough time now for you to repay me the same gratitude," she smiled at him. "Let's hope we don't get lost in the crowd later on though. I really need another go at you."

"Same here," Tim replied.

"Come on, let's head on back. The boys should be here by now."

****

Gerald and the boys arrived at Eric's pad at about the same time Annie was swallowing the last drops of semen from Tim's cock, which was 9:27 P.M. They arrived in two separate vehicles, and they had to drive down to the mouth of the next street before finding themselves suitable parking spaces. It was a good thing they arrived at that late hour when the streets were devoid of people walking their dogs or of midnight strollers, because Gerald and his boys—six of them, including Gerald—certainly would have aroused suspicion being in such a neighbourhood at such an hour. Anyone seeing them would have promptly placed a call to the nearest police station, thinking that a burglary or something worse was about to be in progress. The police too, had they been fortunate to cruise by in time, would have been surprised to see six black gentlemen walking down the street of such a quiet neighbourhood, all of them wearing black dinner jackets and looking impeccably dressed for the evening. The cops would have been double-minded whether to believe their story about being here for a party, or to call for back-up and hustle all six of them down to the station. Thus it was a good thing they avoided such embarrassment as they parked their vehicles and quickly covered the short distance to Eric's home.

Eric was standing by the doorway to welcome them. He shook hands with Gerald and thanked him and his gang for making the trip down before allowing them inside and locking back the door and checking to make sure the curtains were drawn close from prying eyes outside. 

A fanfare of greetings and hand claps welcomed the six men as they entered the living room, looking like a performing troupe. There was a cleared space for them in the centre of the room; all furniture had been pushed backward to accommodate the husbands and their wives, much of whom were giggling with excitement at the men's arrival.

Eric had assigned two of the husbands, Billy Maddox (a heavyset man in his early fifties) and Kenneth DeLuise (average height but athletic with a crew-cut type of hair, who lived down the block from Tim) to help arranging the floor mats in the middle of the room for the boys. There were six thick floor mats and when laid beside each other on the floor fit like breakable rectangular boxes.

While the men were putting the mats into order, Gerald and his boys spread out to mingle with the crowd ... or rather with the wives. Tim, Monty, and the other husbands seemed to take an unspoken backseat as events in the room took a different exciting tempo unlike what had earlier been. Tim watched surprisingly at the way the wives all seemed to fawn over the black men. One of the wives—Billy Maddox's woman, Penny—unwrapped a scarf she had on her neck and used it to snag herself a black man and pulled him towards her, brimming like a fisherman who'd just caught a world-class marlin. Tim recognised her man as Luke, one of Gerald's buddies who'd screwed Ellen the other day at his apartment. He watched as Luke pulled her face towards his and their lips interlocked in a deep kiss. He looked around and right away he spotted his other colleague, T.J., who at the moment had his hands wrapped around Monty's woman, Katherine. They were dancing cheek to cheek, smiling at each other's faces and making conversation with her arms encircled around his neck whereas his was groping her backside. Tim turned to observe Monty, wanting to see whatever reaction was on his face, as he too was no doubt aware of whom his wife was dancing with. Amazingly Monty was taking it all in pleasurable stride, sipping off from his glass while admiring his woman from afar. Tim sighted Gerald as well. He wondered at first if it was his Ellen whom he was at the moment smiling with, except it wasn't. The woman he was with had thick brown hair that stood out in waves, wearing a kimono-like robe with nothing else underneath. Tim got a glimpse of her naked flesh when Gerald held her hand above his head and spun her around to admire her beauty. Tim caught Ellen in the midst of the crowd laughing and hugging an athletic black man with cornrow type of hair. They looked so happy together, as if they'd met somewhere before. It was later, long after the night was over, that Ellen let Tim on the fact that he'd been one of the guys who'd banged her at that bachelor party she'd been to.

There was Barbra, Kenneth's wife, dressed in a purple-coloured teddy with matching stockings and suspenders and a pair of high heels, sipping wine from a glass and then sharing it with her black lover whose hand was squeezing her ass cheeks. Annie meanwhile was getting jiggy with her man—a bald-headed giant who looked like he would burst out of his dinner jacket any moment soon. She turned around and hiking up her skirt and sashaying her rump against the man's crotch. Tim was getting enticed just watching her from over here. By now every woman in the room had a man to herself ... and some shared, as the women were more in number. Tim didn't know if this was usually the way it was planned or if today had been an exception to bring fewer men ... whatever the case, he was happy and relieved that he and Ellen got to attend it. He was getting aroused just watching the women play and mingle with their lovers, and he sensed he wasn't the only husband there who felt the same way. Already he observed one ... three of them grabbing hold of their crotch, keeping a tight rein on their faces ... looking like they desperately needed to go take a piss but were scared of missing the show, even for a tiny fraction. 

The slow music that had been playing earlier changed to one of mid-tempo R n B. Billy and Kenneth were by now finished with putting the mats in order and cleared the way for the party to begin. There were no ringing of bells to announce it—it practically announced itself as the men slipped their feet out of their shoes while the women helped them out of their jackets and shirts. Annie, never one to observe patience, knelt before her man and unzipped his fly and whipped out his manhood. One of the men—Jeffery Lindberg, a bespectacled fellow in his mid-forties—muttered a gasp when he took sight of the man's cock Annie was stroking a second before she brought her mouth to it. 

"Gaddamn!" muttered Jeffery to the man standing beside him. "Would ya take a good look at that!"

"Oh yeah," agreed Ted Michelson, whose wife was at the moment getting her ass spanked by her lover. "That's how Elsie likes hers too."

"Wish I had a cock like that!"

Ted boomed laughter and clapped his friend's shoulder. "You'd wish!"

Tim looked over at Ellen and saw her lover forcing open her blouse to get at her tits while another wife—Rebecca, Kenneth's wife—ransacked his pants for his cock like a child searching for hidden treasure. It didn't take long for her to find it and put it into her mouth. Her blouse now open, Ellen shoved the man's face onto her breasts, moaning all at once. There was a lot of moaning sounds going on in the room now, intermixed with the music that was playing. Every black man now was in the mat area, either standing or lying down, and each of them the object of every woman's desire in the room. Gerald was undoing the buttons of his shirt while two women—one of them Jeffery's woman, Kim, and the other the woman in the kimono-style dress, Dora—passed his prick back and forth between their lips. Elise had taken off her shorts and tank top and except for her knee-length booths she wasn't wearing anything else. She lay stretched over her lover's face, giving him a taste of her cunny, while she took turns with another hot wife—Kenneth DeLuise's woman, Barbara—sucking on his monster cock; the sound of their lips slurping and smacking over his shaft penetrated their husbands' ears. Tim, who'd taken a seat on one of the sofa, cast his eyes among the watching husbands and saw them pulling out their cell phones and taking snapshots of the event. The excitement in the air was overwhelming. Tim too whipped out his cell phone and did the same. He was going to have a lot more batches of photos to upload later on. 




The Makings of Ellen Ch. 08



The bout of foreplay dragged on almost endlessly ... and somewhere in the midst of that, the fucking began. 

Tim couldn't tell which of the wives initiated it first—it was as if the screwing session began simultaneously. There was his wife, Ellen, sitting astride her man, rocking her ass back and forth while Rebecca waited in line for her turn. Annie too was riding her man. The sound of her cries mingled with that of the man's thighs slapping against the underside of her bottom. Gerald, now standing naked, hoisted the kimono-clad wife and slipped his thick cock between her legs. His thighs slapped against her bottom in rapid-fire delivery as he grasped her bottom and pounded the daylights out of her while she held onto him for dear life, screaming high and loud while she did; Kim, Jeffery's wife, snuggled between his legs, playing with his balls as they bounced back and forth. Luke took his woman—Billy Maddox's wife, Penny—to a couch at the other end of the room and bent her over it. She planted one leg on the couch's arm and groaned as he tore her pussy from behind. He held her down and slapped her ass cheeks repeatedly. Monty and another of the husbands—Jim, it was—commented on the pounding she was getting. As for Monty's Scandinavian beauty, Katherine, she too was getting pounded by T.J., who stood hunched behind her, giving her the works. One of the men scooped Kenneth's woman, Barbara, into the air with her legs locked behind his back, and gave her a good fucking. Her cries were non-stop and each time she screamed for him to fuck her harder. This seemed to urge the husbands on, as they too chanted for more action as if they were watching a live football game.

"—Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!"

"—what I'm talkin' about! Fuck her harder!"

"—fuck her like she ain't had no cock before!"

"—Heh, heh ... give it to her!"

"—that pussy, Gerald! Yeah! Fuck that bitch's pussy!"

Tim too caught the spirit and joined in the cheering. The boys were giving them an unbelievable show; this was worth more than a Saturday night game on the tube. He left his seat and hovered around taking more snapshots of the mass of screwing bodies. Seeing all that sea of dripping pussies and hardened black dicks fucking the daylights out of the white wives in the room was driving him beyond mere excitement. He was by now sporting a hard-on, so were the other husbands. Matter of fact, some of them—Eric, Jim Fox, Monty, and Ted—had whipped out their pricks and were busy stroking their erection while keeping their eyes glued to the orgy action. 

Ellen's lover switched to her partner, Rebecca. He laid her on her back, her legs hung over his shoulders as he leaned forward and thrust his cock into her gaping hole. By now there was a rising sense of heat in the room that even the A/C units couldn't stem back. That along with the pungent smell of sweat, semen and pussy juice that was everywhere. Several of the men had ejaculated already ... but that didn't stop them from getting back up again. T.J. had Jim Fox's woman, Dora, lie on her side and held one of her legs up and slipped every inch of his shaft in and out of her with dexterity. The woman was having immense fun, massaging her clit while he pounded her, screaming for more too.

"—Yo! Yo! She wants another cock there! Someone better help her out!"

"Wooo-weeeee! Lookit that gape hole!"

This last outcry was spoken by Fitch, Tim noticed. He glanced in the direction where his finger was pointing at, which was his wife, Katherine. She was sitting reverse cowgirl-style on one of the brother's prick which was jammed way up in her asshole. Another black man came and crouched before her and shoved his cock into her pussy. The look on her face as both men bounced her back and forth like a yoyo was one of joy. Annie too was getting her ass fucked from behind by none other than Gerald. Elsie knelt beside her and after a couple of thrusts, Gerald pulled out of her and gave Elsie's inviting cunt a taste of his prick as well. Her pussy made slippery farting noises as he thrust in and out of her; pussy juice poured down her lips like melted ice cream. His pace was fast yet methodical. A moment later Gerald shot his load inside her with repeated grunts. He pulled his cock out of her, dripping semen and pussy juice all down her labia region. Elsie's husband, Ted, who'd been watching the action waited till Gerald had cleared out of her before scuttling towards the floor mat where his wife was. Tim and the rest of the gang cheered and whistled uproariously as he spread his wife's cheeks apart and planted his face there, licking her pussy clean of her master's seed. 

"That's gotta be quite a load, ain't it, Ted!" roared Eric, who was joined by a chorus of guffaws from the other men who watched.

Ted didn't bother sending back a reply as he was busy munching on his wife's cunt like it was his favourite meal.

Gerald got himself a chair to sit down and cool off ... but Annie wasn't ready to let him off the hook. She crawled towards him like a dutiful slave and used her mouth to pick his deflated cock from its resting place. At that moment, one of the brothers carried Katherine towards the sofa where the husbands sat. Jeffery and Billy got up to make way for him as he laid Monty's woman down on the spot where they'd just vacated with her legs still dangling from his shoulders. He spread her open and took aim with his cock, thrusting it downward like a sword into her snatch. He fucked her hard and fierce, making the sofa move with each body slam he gave her. Monty knelt between his legs and was flicking his tongue at his wife's asshole while her pussy was getting damaged and she was screaming high and mighty about it.

"Ohhh fuck!" she cried out from each power thrust he gave her. "Ohhh fuck! Ohhh shit! Ohh shit!"

"Alright bitch!" the black man growled at her. "I want you to cum now! Cum for daddy, bitch!"

Katherine felt like her very life was being squeezed out of her. She held her breath only for a second as her body then exploded into uncontrollable spasms of ecstasy. Her body went momentarily limp after that; her breathing sounding shallow. Her lover extricated his cock from her cunt, seeing now that his mission had been fulfilled, and made way for Monty to take care of cleaning up the mess he'd made. 

The rest of the gang now had the women on their arms and knees in front of them and were fucking them hard and good. Tim saw that Ellen had ended up with Luke hammering her and was happy about it. The round of fucking went on for another couple of minutes before each man finally emptied his load inside the woman in front of them. The women all slumped forward, all of them gasping heavily. As if on cue, the husbands left their seats and went to them.

*****

The orgy event drew itself to a gradual conclusion. The time was 11:45 P.M. and the night still was far from over. A mini bout of fucking went on afterwards, wherein some of the husbands had their own fun time with their wives there on the floor mat even with the other couples watching. Jim buried his cock between his wife Dora's legs and gave her every inch; Jeffery had opted to keep cleaning out his woman Kim's pussy while she munched on T.J.'s cock. The huge black brother who'd earlier devastated Ellen's pussy was at the moment getting it done to Billy's wife, Penny. He had her facing a couch and was slamming her from behind while Billy stood back and watched, stroking his meat in his hand. Monty and his wife had left, taking Luke with them. "Got more fun lovin' to do at home," he'd announced to the rest of the house before leaving. He'd shook hands with Tim and promised to catch up with him within the week. Tim couldn't have been any happier with that statement Ellen had fallen asleep on a sofa beside where Tim sat. Annie came over and draped a blanket over her sleeping form and reached for Tim's hand, pulling him up from where he sat. Without a word he followed her as she led him out of the living room and up the stairs. They had two guest bedrooms and they were occupied at the moment: Gerald was in one of them sharing Kenneth's wife with him. Annie led Tim to the master bedroom where Eric sat on the bed waiting for them. He beamed at Tim as Annie closed the door behind him. He was wearing a silk bathroom robe and his erection was pushing against the fabric.

"Tim! Glad to know you're still around." He got up from the bed and shook his hand. "Annie's been wanting you since the start of the evening. I thought we'd get done with the main action first before you and her made out time with each other."

Like earlier in the evening, there was nothing else to be said. If even there was, Annie silenced it from Tim's thoughts by planting her lips against his. Tim responded willingly to her touch and presence, bringing his arms around her and caressing her body. Eric made way for them as Annie pulled Tim to the bed. Tim reckoned he'd sailed past the stage where he ought to be uncomfortable making love to his neighbour's wife with her husband there with them. Far from it, it seemed to add more nerve to what he was doing.

Annie helped him peel off his shirt while still bombarding him with kisses. There was such an animal-like fire in her eyes ... like that of a lioness about to pounce on a prey. Her fingers helped him with his belt buckle, pushing down his pants to free his cock which had been dying in silence while the orgy had been going on. She didn't hesitate to take in his cock, swallowing him all the way to his pubic zone then pulling back for air. Tim gasped and hissed through his teeth. Eric had taken off his robe and now stood naked behind his wife. He knelt behind her ass and feasted on her pussy while she attended to Tim's needs. 

Tim had been holding his fire all through the evening without release, thus it was inevitable his cumming came so sudden, though without shock. Annie cleaned him up like always and this time she was patient with him to recover back. For the time being, she got herself serviced by her husband who'd now fixed his cock inside her from behind. Tim was too excited and unwilling to go down so easily and within minutes he found his erection returning to life once more. He lay on his back on the bed, holding his cock invitingly to Annie's animated face. Annie came and mounted him. His cock slipped into her pussy with ease. She gave a moan of delight that was sudden and deep, and was riding him hard as she could. She leaned towards his face and gave him a mouthful of her jiggling tits while slamming and grounding her ass on his hips. She was taking all he could dish her with and more.

The bedroom door inched open and neither of them was aware of the fourth person in the room until a hand came and tapped Eric on the shoulder. Even he too was surprised when he turned to stare into the smiling eyes of Ellen. She looked beautiful even without her clothes.

"Heyyyyy ... Ellen!" said Eric, as if for the benefit of Annie and Tim who were grunting hard against each other. "We thought ... I thought you were sleeping."

"I was, until I woke up and Tim wasn't there. I see this is what you've gotten him hooked up on." She said it with no benefit of anger in her voice, and before Eric could venture anything further, her hand reached for his cock and began stroking it. "And it looks like I too have just found something I want."

"I've wanted to give it to you for a long time now."

"So why wait any longer?"

She pushed him to the bed and bent her head to enclose her mouth around the bulbous head that was his prick. Ellen didn't suck him for long before climbing up on the bed and shoving her crotch to his face with her inviting labia lips. Eric tongued his way through them before inserting his tongue deep into her wet cunt. Ellen gasped and moaned while he did ... she observed the way Annie ground her ass down on Tim's cock and gave her right ass cheek a perfect smack. Annie yelped with delight and both women sniggered at the fun they were having. Eric changed places so that he was now on top of her. His hand holding his cock searched for the slit that was between her legs and when he found it Ellen widened her legs for him to thrust it all the way inside. 

"Damn!" grunted Eric. "Your pussy's so fucking warm!"

"Oh yeah," she gasped. "Go on, fuck me, Eric!"

And so he did. It became almost like a battle between the two couples as each of them was somehow trying to outdo the other with just how much pounding they could give and receive. Tim had Annie kneeling before him and was fucking her from behind. A while later she told him to fuck her ass. Tim hunched himself over her like he'd seen the other black man do earlier, and groaned through his teeth as he inserted his cock's head into her tight anal orifice. It was gruelling work but Tim kept on at it ... as he knew it was giving Annie satisfaction feeling his cock inside her second hole. Ellen had been riding Eric prior to this time and decided now too would be a good chance to have Eric fuck her in the ass. She too assumed the same position next to Annie and within seconds, Eric too was plugging her asshole and grunting even harder than Tim. Beads of sweat dribbled down both men's forehead and fell down on the wives' backsides. 

They came almost simultaneously, Tim and Eric did. They pulled their cocks off both women's ass and allowed them to turn over for them to jerk and splatter their semen over their faces. 

* * * *

The hour was past midnight and approaching 1:00 A.M. in the morning. Tim and Ellen stood in front of Eric and Annie's home shaking hands and saying goodnight to both of them; the other couples had long departed for home, though one or two were spending the night at their guest rooms. Eric told him he would keep him posted as to when next they would be having another couple's get together. Ellen and Annie exchanged friendly kisses before taking their leave. Tim had to hold onto Ellen, fearing she just might slip and fall any moment while they strolled back to towards their home. The street was dark and quiet with hardly a cat slinking back and forth across the road.

"I had fun tonight," said Ellen, resting her head on her husband's shoulder.

"I know, I had fun, too."

"Let's go to bed and put on that tape of mine Gerald sent you. I don't feel like sleeping anymore."

Tim smiled. "Me neither. Let's do that."