1 comments/ 38798 views/ 0 favorites Ellie By: some_freak82 Slowly his eyes came into focus as Blaine laid sprawled on his king sized waterbed. The blankets were haphazardly strewn on the bed and the sheets were barely staying tucked into the sides. Wiping the drool from his lips, he sat awkwardly. Shaking himself slightly, he let his mind wander back to the previous evening. It had been a cold December 13th, giving all the coaxing he needed to cuddle up to his warm wife in bed. She had surprised him, though. When he slid under the covers, he found her naked. Not in her usual T-shirt and panties, she lay nude, obviously aroused, and ready for fun. It was obvious mainly because her nipples were crinkled and her hand was between her legs. He knew she had just started because of how slowly she was moving her hands. Licking his lips, he asked, "want some help?" Moaning sensually, she reclined in her pillow, pressing out her magnificent pair of breasts and drawled, "mmm, darlin', that would be wonderful. But tonight, I think you'll just get to watch." He bit back a groan. She tasted divinely and he never let a chance to eat her out pass. Watching her masturbate, on the other hand, was very hot and usually ended with him eating her out anyway, so he sat back and watched the show. The blanket slid back to reveal her shaved pussy being pleasured by a delicate hand. One glistening finger slid between her lips into her exquisite hole. Blood quickly decided which head was more important as his arousal grew. Just thinking about Ellie made his penis swell. Of course, imagining her naked, panting, and masturbating herself to orgasm made him grow faster and harder. He didn't want the stale pleasure of jacking himself off, so he decided to find his wife and ask her to help him with his rapidly growing problem. As he stood, he pulled on a pair of jogging pants he found lying on the ground next to the bed. Briefly he recognized them as the pair he had gone to bed with, but never slept in. That thought, accompanied by the following one of why he never wore them all night, diverted more blood to his member, making him hurry a bit faster to find Ellie. His excitement grew as he searched the top level of the house. He excitement wasn't the only thing that was growing, either. By the time he finished the second floor, he was reaching his full 8 inches. His strides got longer as his cock got longer. When his foot touched the surface of the ground level of his house, he was nearly running. He steered himself towards the kitchen calling out, "Ellie?" Silence answered him. "Ellie?" he called again. Maybe she went out, he thought. His dick was getting harder, though. The temptation to masturbate was getting more and more difficult to control. Final release called to him, but he didn't want to answer alone. He could almost imagine her mouth around his head while she closed her fist around his base. Her hot mouth felt so good on his prick that he nearly came then. As her tongue lashed his slit, her other hand massaged his balls, driving him insane with pleasure. He groaned deeply. "Ellie. . ." Before his pants had finished pooling around his ankles, he was taking long stiff strokes. Slowly, he pushed his skin outwards toward the head, then drew it back. He started to pick up pace, feeling Ellie's mouth start to vibrate from her humming. Soon, she was ready to deep throat his manhood. Feeling her rough tongue on the underside of him and the roof of her mouth on top, he slid towards the back of her mouth. Towards bliss. Her throat opened, inviting him in. His hips pushed forward, screwing her invisible face. Blaines mind visualized her gorgeous sapphire eyes look up to his questioningly. His moans and grunts answered her unasked question. He was enjoying it very much. She was so beautiful. With flawless skin and a hunger for sex that couldn't be satisfied, she was the sexiest creature on earth. Long dirty blonde hair cascaded in front of her tanned face and stopped at her breasts, teasing her nipples. Though they weren't as big as she wanted them, Blaine had admired those lovely mounds of flesh for a very long time. They were just under handful and he suspected they were also very sensitive, owing to the fact that she always emitted tiny yelps of pleasure when he teased them. They were also very good handles for when he was eating her out and she got a little. . .carried away. Already anticipating his on coming orgasm, she started massaging his balls, urging him on. His head leaned back and he could feel himself sliding out of her throat. With one last flick of her tongue, she pushed him over the edge into a bright red oblivion. Fireworks went off inside of him as he thrust his hips forward, entrapped within the pleasure that was her mouth. She swallowed, taking every last drop of his hot, sticky cum. He felt her tongue tickling the underside of his prick, moving it seductively and making is orgasm seem to last eons. When he had finally finished, he found himself back in bed, the sun grinning at him outside his bedroom window. Beads of perspiration ran off of his face as he lounged, thinking about how wonderful his latest orgasm was. Then he felt something or, more accurately, someone moving between his legs. Through slitted eyes, he pulled the giant comforter off of his lower half, revealing Ellie's gorgeous face. Sweetly, she wiped a small dribble of cum off of her chin with her index finger. Innocence turned to blatant and outright sexiness as she lazily licked the cum off of her finger. Their eyes locked and they both shared the same lust-filled thought. Her turn. Quickly, she jumped backwards off him, throwing the quilt to the ground, revealing some of the least concealing panty and bra set he had ever seen her in. Remembering one of the items he had bought online a few days ago, his mouth watered and he grinned from ear to ear. She was wearing a pair of edible underwear that she shouldn't have even known he sent out for. Briefly he wondered how she figured it out, but was quickly distracted by what she did next. He wasn't very surprised she was giggling like a school girl, but he was rather shocked to see her turn and run for the door playfully. Forgetting the weariness that comes after cumming as hard as he just did, he leapt from the bed, looking toward the door just in time to see her blow him a kiss and dash out the door. Like a starving wolf stalking a rabbit, he chased after her. In fact, he planned on doing exactly the same thing the wolf would do to the rabbit. Eat her ravenously. Ellie Ellie and I became lovers when we were freshmen in college. She was this small, slight little goth girl, with waist-length straight black hair and flowing black dresses. Her smile was a Mona Lisa thing, fuzzy at the edges and hinting as something naughty. She rarely spoke but often stared, and it was this staring that originally caught my attention. We had an English class together, and because she couldn't keep her eyes off of me, I couldn't keep mine off of her. Our affair was brief but intense. We were eighteen, and these were days of cutting class and going back to our parents' empty houses to fuck in the simple, clean manner of beasts. She was so innocent and direct, simply hungering to be fucked, with no pretense or practice. She was so happy to just lie back and be stuffed full of my cock, and it was easy and free of meaning. But then, we grew up. She met a guy, then another guy, then her husband. She had kids, built a life, drifted off. I did the same - a career, a different sense of authority and self. We connected years later over Facebook, of all places. Our correspondence was light and flirtatious and full of substance, twenty years of catching up. I learned the names of her children, the details of her divorce, her plans to start a new business. I told her how I had picked up a little gray, dressed more professionally, was no longer that awkward boy. It was only a matter of time before our correspondence led to a meeting, and one evening, I found myself making dinner and awaiting her arrival at my house in the city. She was older, but still youthful. The lines on her face were comely and handsome. Her hair was no longer the jet black I remembered, but a warm honey-brown that fell to her waist in a soft straight cascade. She dressed like a mother - simply, jeans and a sweater, a practical pair of glasses. And you know where this goes. We had dinner, talked, furtively looked each other over, shared prolonged glances. We sat on the couch side by side, her small elfish voice warm and vibrant, her hand touching my arm when she laughed, and then my thigh. Leaning in to kiss her was the easiest thing, just picking up where we'd left off, her mouth soft and welcoming. What happened next was the surprising part. Ellie, the shy little goth girl, deftly unbuckled my belt, tugged my jeans open, and reached in. "I missed your cock," she whispered. I went rock-hard with little effort. My hands dived into her sweater, unclasping her bra, teasing those lovely sensitive nipples. When we undressed, I was amazed at how lovely her body was - after twenty years and two children, still those limber hips, those pert little breasts with their pink pointy nipples, that grippable ass. I took her to the bed, pushed her onto her back, and mounted her. My swollen cock brushed against her closely-trimmed pubic hair, then against her glistening pussy lips. I ground my teeth gently against the flesh of her neck, my hips rising, the head of my cock teasing her slit ... and then she shifted, my cock now brushing her thigh. Again and again this happened - her hips grinding against mine, my cock nearly pushing into her, and then the frustrating shift, the loss. My breathing was heavy, almost a growl. My hand gripped her ass, my other hand in her hair. I thought, she's going to tease me and leave me with nothing. And then, the shy little goth girl, the one who was so simple and innocent, grabbed my ass and pulled me up her body. the awkward little goth girl looked me in the eyes as she impelled me to straddle her chest, my cock brushing her chin. This sweet, innocent little thing bent her head down, wrapping her soft lips around my cock. I moaned. Everything after this was instinct, my hips beginning to pump. She whimpered around my cock, and I closed my eyes as I gripped the headboard. Her nipples were rock-hard against my thighs as I began to thrust into her mouth, her tongue slick and warm against the underside of my shaft. She whimpered against my cock, and I whimpered too, my mind completely empty of anything but the feel of her mouth wrapped around me. I gritted my teeth as I began to fuck her mouth like a cunt, my balls brushing against her chin. She must have been bobbing her head in time with my cock - I'm not sure. Her hand gripped my ass, urging me on, compelling me to jam my cock into her throat. I could feel her body rocking beneath me as I pounded her mouth, my fingernails digging into the headboard. My balls swelled, heavy with my cum, then tightened. Right on the edge, I opened my eyes - it was the sight of her eyes shining up at me in the dark that made me explode. My hips jerked sharply, a guttural cry escaping me as I emptied my balls straight down her throat. My cock kept pulsing and spasming, and it because sweetly painful, deliciously sensitive. She stroked my ass and pushed me gently back, and I could see sticky trails of my cum at the edges of her mouth. I rolled off of her and toyed with her nipples, catching my breath. And then the shy little goth girl, having grown into her beauty, slid down my body and slowly, lovingly, licked me clean. Ellie She was waiting on the landing as I came out of the bathroom, a finger to her lips to indicate silence, her other hand on her partially open bedroom door handle. She smiled and raised her eyebrows in a silent question but my flushed cheeks must have given her the answer before I smiled back and nodded. My lips framed a silent "Thank you" but she shook her head as her smile widened. "OK?" her lips moved but no sound was forthcoming and I nodded. "Wonderful" I mouthed back. She looked pointedly at my crotch and made a little masturbating movement with her hand her eyebrows still raised in a silent question. The reddening in my face deepened as I nodded and held my fingers to my face as if I was sniffing something then stuck my tongue to lick at something invisible in my hand. I then made an action as if I was opening something and holding it in front of my cock and made the same wanking movement at which her eyes partially closed and her face registered a look of sheer lust as her hand went to her crotch and pressed it. I nodded towards her then the bathroom door in a silent enquiry and she nodded back. This time it was my turn to make a masturbating action with my two middle fingers near my crotch and again she nodded but also stuck out her tongue as if licking something. I knew exactly what she meant, she was going to go and lick my fresh sperm of the crotch of her dirty panties she had left half hanging from the laundry basket for me to find while she wanked herself off. I stood aside and indicated for her to go and she then shut her bedroom door quite loudly. We exchanged a few words in normal voices for the benefit of Debbie, my wife downstairs before she sidled past me with a broad smile on her now very red face. As she passed I felt the back of her hand brush my re-awakening penis before she disappeared and I heard the lock go. I went down and sat to watch the television, a daytime soap that was absorbing my wife, but my thoughts were firmly on what my sister was doing in the bathroom. At 50, Ellie was a woman you probably wouldn't give a second glance to if you passed her in the street. Divorced with two children who had long since left home, she was slightly chubby with long prematurely graying hair she always wore in a ponytail, and glasses perched on her little snub nose. She was certainly no page 3 model but those who got to know her came to realize she was an earthy woman who had no qualms about taking care of her own needs...or arranging for someone to do it for her. She had several times over the years made reference to her "little electric friend" in the bedside cabinet and Debbie once told me she was getting all the sex she needed from her work colleagues both male and female. Quite how she knew this I don't know but it could only have been through a previously shared confidence. And now here she was, in all probability, licking my semen from her panties as she fingered herself to orgasm. Was she sitting on the toilet with her thighs splayed and her panties -- if she was wearing any -- round her ankles, or was she standing with one foot up on the edge of the bath, the gusset pulled to one side as she pleasured herself? Was she just rubbing her slit through the material, wetting it deliciously in the process? I could feel my penis thickening although in truth it had never got completely flaccid since I came a few minutes earlier. There was too much eroticism for that, none of which thankfully Debbie was aware of. The soap droned on and I heard the muted sound of the flush going in the toilet upstairs, a signal that she would shortly join us again, her needs sated at least for a while. We don't often visit her, it's not a local journey, but about once a month we find ourselves in a similar position to that today. Debbie likes to catch up with her from time to time, share the latest gossip, hear about the kids etc., so here we were. It had all started quite innocently some visits ago at a time when I used to look forward to them with little enthusiasm. Then it had been my place to sit bored in front of the television while the two of them gossiped about families, neighbours and anyone else that came to mind, chatting endlessly usually in the kitchen. I had gone to the bathroom for a pee and just thought I'd take a look inside the laundry basket which she kept in there. I lifted the lid and laying on top was a pair of panties which begged further investigation. I have always had a thing about used panties and sniff any that I can get hold of including Debbies but sadly there's hardly any stains or smell in hers these days. I picked them up and opened them to look at the gusset and it was stained heavily with a white discharge. I couldn't believe my luck and raised them to my nose to inhale a quite strong aroma of cunt and dried piss while masturbating my very rapidly hardening cock. I inhaled deeply then pushed the tip of my tongue against the material to taste the salty and slightly acidic taste of what had come from her body. It was all too much for me and before I knew it my cock was spitting my spunk into the toilet bowl as I held the material to my face. I don't know how it happened but the next thing was the panties had slipped from my hand and dropped into the bowl. I reached to grab them quickly and fortunately only a small part of them had got into the water, but as I examined them I saw they had fallen onto my sperm on the rim of the bowl. Franticly I tried to rub it off with my handkerchief and mainly succeeded but they were still wet from the water so I carefully put them back in the laundry basked arranging them so the wet part was underneath. I cleaned myself and the toilet up and went downstairs and sat quietly for the rest of our stay. For the next few days I was petrified every time the phone rang thinking it was her ringing to tell Debbie what she had found when she went to do the washing, but that never happened so I calmed down. A few weeks later we headed over to see her again and my anxiety returned and grew the closer we got but when she greeted us at the door it was all very friendly and within a few minutes the two of them were chatting away like mad. Part way through their chat Debbies phone rang, one of the grand daughters, and while she was talking I asked Ellie if it was ok for me to use the toilet. That mornings' drink and another cup of tea were making their presence felt. Checking that Debbie wasn't watching she nodded quickly and a sly smile crept onto her face. I didn't know if that meant she knew or not but I suddenly felt very wary about going upstairs. She picked up on my hesitation and said it was fine to go up adding that everything was neat and tidy. As I passed her I saw the smile again and felt a little uneasy. I locked the bathroom door and had my piss looking around to see if the laundry basket was still there and it was. Before I put my cock away I thought a quick peek inside wouldn't do any harm so gently lifted the lid. The sight that greeted me left no doubt that she did know! There laying on top of the other clothes was a pair of her panties, dark ones that had been carefully opened and arranged so the heavily stained gusset was completely and immediately on view. There was no way they had gone like that from being thrown or dropped in there, she had taken the trouble to lay them out for maximum impact. I groaned inwardly at such a wonderful gift and picked them up to hold them against my nose and mouth. The smell was fantastic and fresh and the stain still felt a little damp. I touched it with my tongue and immediately the salty taste made my cock lurch and harden rapidly. I wanked as I smelt and tasted Ellies intimate juices and it wasn't long before I felt the usual sensations of an imminent climax. I held my cock over the toilet as I came, breathing in deeply the wonderful scent of her slit, glob after glob of thick white cum spitting onto the porcelain. When I had finished I had an idea. Taking the gusset I carefully wiped the last little drip of my cum onto it taking care to put it in the middle of her stain. Then I carefully folded them up and put them in the basket leaving her in no doubt that I had taken and used them. As I went downstairs I could hear Debbie was still in full flow on the phone and Ellie indicated she was going to the kitchen to make another pot of tea and for me to join her. Once there and with the door partially closed so we could hear my wife, she asked me softly if everything was alright at the same time indicating upstairs with a nod of her head. I felt myself colouring even more as I nodded. "I saw what happened last time you were here," she said softly, "and I was surprised how much it turned me on." She went on. "To think that you'd looked at them and perhaps smelt my...well, you know, excited me so much. You did smell them didn't you?" I nodded. "Did you smell those upstairs?" I nodded again. "And tasted them." "Oh fuck." she mouthed and her eyes half closed, "they were this morning's." It was a bizarre conversation carried out in hushed tones against the background of my wife's ongoing telephone conversation in the other room. It all felt unreal. "I was frightened you'd notice last time and tell her." I said softly as I indicated Debbie with a nod of my head. "I was so worried." She shook her head vigorously. "Do you still fuck?" she mouthed. I shook my head. "Never, she doesn't want to." "I can believe that," she whispered, "she always seemed a bit uptight about things to do with sex." I nodded and smiled ruefully. How right she was. She busied herself making the tea as the kettle had boiled then turned to me again. "Did you...?" she whispered looking down at my crotch and making a little masturbating movement with her hand. I nodded. "Good. Did any get on them?" "A little." I whispered back. Her smile widened. She put all the tea things on a tray and I carried it into the lounge expecting her to follow but she left the kitchen and went straight upstairs. 'She's gone to put things straight' I thought as I heard the bathroom lock click. Debbie was still chatting into the phone as I poured the drinks and sat down and it was a few minutes before I heard the quiet sound of the flush and the bathroom door open. When she came down Ellies eyes were bright and her face flushed, and standing behind Debbie she mouthed a silent 'thank you'. I smiled back and was astonished to see her tongue come out and make an unmistakable licking action as she raised her open hand in front of her face. As we could tell the telephone call was coming to an end we sat down and tried to assume as normal a family situation as possible but it was difficult for the two of us. Once the tea was finished we left but Ellies goodbye kiss and hug was accompanied by a softly whispered 'thank you' in my ear. I felt quite elated on the drive home which confused Debbie who thought I looked forward to our visits there with the same degree of glee as one to the dentist! That evening before bed I went to the bathroom and sitting on the toilet reviewed the events of the day. Ellie had astonished me with her candour and openness about something so erotic and intimate, and I imagined her tasting my spunk at the moment she came herself. Needless to say it all had an effect on me and a different piece of porcelain was the recipient of my second lot of spunk that day. It was about 3 weeks later before we visited again, a little sooner than I had expected but at Ellies request during a telephone call to Debbie. Apparently she needed advice on a dress for a wedding she had been invited to and needed her sisters help. This time there was no apprehension on my part and not long after we arrived I made my excuse to use the bathroom. I was not disappointed. There, carefully laid out on top of the other clothes were her panties, again dark ones but this time quite obviously very wet. I guessed she had taken them off not long before we arrived and they smelt and tasted absolutely heavenly. This time there was no holding back or need to be careful and eventually I emptied my balls into them to add my discharge to hers. When I had finished I very carefully closed them and put them back in the basket but with a blouse that was also in there just lightly covering them. I didn't want Debbie to see them if she should happen to look in there as well. When I came out she was waiting on the landing her finger to her lips... I look forward to visiting my sister now! Ellie All characters in this story are eighteen years old or older. First real submission. Hope you enjoy! ***** I didn't know how I got here, and I didn't care. The only thing I cared about as Ellie unzipped my jacket with reckless abandon was that all of these clothes came off as quickly as possible. Why had I put on so many clothes, today of all days? No time to think about it. No time to do anything but seize the moment, seize the zipper on the back of Ellie's sundress, seize those gorgeous, suckable tits that were right here, right now. Finally, she was ready; her sweaty, naked body faced the wall as I pounded into her tight pussy without warning. "ALEX!" she screamed, pounding back into me. As I steadily increased the speed of my thrusts, her coarse outbursts mimicked my aggressive tempo. "Oh, Alex! Alex!" The screams turned to whispers and the room around us faded. "Alex! Alex! Hey, Alex!" The voice came from behind me now. It was Jon, waking me up urgently. I was in math class. "You're lucky Mr. Jefferson went down to the office," he whispered. Everyone was silent as I came to. A few of the popular girls were holding in laughs. Uh oh. Immediately, I looked back at Ellie. "Good morning, sexy," she said with an exaggerated wink and smolder. Everyone burst out laughing. Perfect. "You were, uh... Moaning her name in your sleep," Jon said to me under the laughter. "I kept trying to wake you up, but..." he shrugged. "Alright, class, let's settle down," Mr. Jefferson said as he entered the room. Ellie gave me another wink, and her friends failed to stifle their giggles. This was going to be a long year. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "Are you feeling any better this morning?" Mom asked that Saturday, as we dined on bacon and eggs. I had elected to stay home Friday to avoid further humiliation. "Yeah, just fine, thanks." No, absolutely dreadful. "Must have been a stomach bug," she said, and I passively nodded. "Oh, I almost forgot to tell you! A girl came over yesterday while you were napping and left you some flowers. I think she said her name was Ella." "Ellie?" I shot up. "Yeah, that sounds right! Oh, don't look so grim. She was a real looker." Mom gave a wink and a smile. I know, Mom. In fact, according to my subconscious, she's also fantastic in bed. "Thanks, Mom." "Don't thank me; thank her! It's nice that you're finally making such good friends here." Mom and I had just moved to the Atlanta suburbs last year because her work required it. I was no stranger to moving from place to place - although I was only a senior in high school, Atlanta was the sixth city I had lived in. Ever since the divorce when I was little, Mom had given up her dream of writing novels and instead climbed the corporate ladder to make ends meet, so, even though I would rather have had the same friends all my life, I understood why we had to move a lot. I hoped that some day I could care for anything half as much as she cared for me. "I've got a business meeting to rush to. There's chicken in the fridge. I should be back by dinner time." Mom gave me a quick kiss and was out the door. I had almost forgotten about what she had said earlier until I saw it staring at me like a hawk stalking its prey: there, on the kitchen counter, was a humongous translucent red vase filled with a dozen long-stem roses. The perfect amount of extravagance to drive home Ellie's point. I scoffed and started to look away when something caught my eye: next to the vase was an envelope. As I approached it, I could make out "Alex" written on the front in gaudily-flourished calligraphy. Ellie was wringing out every last drop of my dignity. "Dearest Alex," it read. I rolled my eyes in spite of my flushed face. "I hope you get to feeling better soon. I'm sure you're very sick, and aren't just trying to avoid seeing me again. After all, you've seen more than enough of me in your dreams." Who the hell did this girl think she was? "Anyway, I wanted to properly wish you well, so come and see me Monday after school by the gym. Oh, and make sure you're alone. Love, Ellie." The last two words were decorated with hearts and kiss marks made with lipstick. Did this girl take me for an idiot? Obviously, she was trying to lure me in to further humiliation. Though I had only feigned illness before, I now felt sick to my stomach. It was only the beginning of the school year, and from now on I'd be known as "moaner" or "perv" or whatever other colorful nicknames my genius classmates could conjure up. I tried to distract myself all day, but eventually gave into sleep in the late afternoon and didn't wake up until the next morning. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "I think you should do it," Jon said while we played Mario Kart that Sunday afternoon. "Do what?" I replied, still focusing mostly on not falling off of Rainbow Road. "Go see Ellie after school." I paused the game. "Dude!" "Are you kidding me? After everything that's been going down, you think I should let this go further?" "Hear me out," he said calmly. Fat chance. "What grade are we in?" "We're seniors," I said, predicting where this was going, "but—" "We're seniors," he answered. "You just got here last year. You don't even know these people, and you won't keep up with any of them for any longer than this school year. I know I've only known you for about a year, but I think we're good friends, right?" "Right," I resigned. "And as your friend, I am advising you to seize this golden opportunity! Dude, when do guys like us even get so much as a peek at a chance at girls like Ellie? Those girls don't care that you don't just want to bang them, or that you genuinely love how they laugh, or that you blush every time you make eye contact with them. Those girls are dicks to guys like us, and we have to hide away and hope we can ignore them. Enough, I say!" As he spoke, I pulled up some fitting inspirational music on my phone. This only fueled the fire. "Enough of their petty degradation! Enough of their looking down upon us! Enough of them having the power to make us feel like shit! I say it's time we rose up, Alex, and showed them that we aren't afraid. She's expecting you not to come. She's expecting the opportunity to reinforce her dominance over you. Strike her down, I say! Stand up for yourself, and show her, and the rest of her little gang, that you! Are! ALEX!" He made sounds mimicking a crowd cheering excitedly as the music from my phone came to a climax. "You done?" I asked after a minute or so. Jon made a face, and eventually nodded. "What you said is making more sense to me than I'd like." His eyes grew wide. "So- so you'll do it?" "I'll THINK about it," I said sternly. Jon grinned, knowing that I wouldn't disappoint him. He was right, too. I didn't care about these people. This was the golden opportunity to make a statement, and damn it if I wasn't going to take it. Of course, as we resumed the game, I fell right off of Rainbow Road. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Monday was long, even for a Monday. I found myself unable to focus on my coursework, as every so often, the thought of the afternoon to come would sporadically steal my attention. Finally, three o'clock rolled around. There must have been a thousand cocoons in my stomach that day, because I felt the butterflies emerge all at once. I had absolutely no idea what to expect. Would I be egged? No, too cliché. I wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans for the fifth time as I walked to the gym. Would she just show up to see if I actually came, the pathetic boy that I am? No, too simple. Maybe I should turn around, I thought. Yeah. Turn around. Why did I even let Jon talk me into this? I would yell at him later. This was a bad idea, I would say. Even you should have - uh oh. There was the gym. I was right in front of it. I couldn't turn around now, even if I wanted to. I was here. I was making a statement. Stay calm. Wipe your palms on your jeans. Look cool. Lean against the wall. What do I do with my hands? Cross those arms. Classic cool position. Cross legs, too? Right leg over left or left over right? Well, my right arm was on top of my - wait, where did everyone go? I pulled out my phone. Four ten. Where was...? Was this the big idea? Have me come and then don't show up? That's low. Even for Ellie. She knew I'd come and wait for her so she just didn't show up. It was like being stood up. What an awful person. What a- "Alex!" There she was, the ice queen. Come to laugh at me for waiting for her. Come to tell me what, I thought I had a chance? Pfft, No way. I started to look away, but decided to hold eye contact. I was going to let her come over here, but then I was going to tell her off. "Alex, before you say anything, I'm really sorry." Despite myself, I felt my face get hot. Great. I was blushing. Why didn't I just hand over my integrity on a silver platter? "I didn't write that note," she said. Wait, what? "My stupid friends wrote it, and they just told me about it when I got home. I rushed back up here. I know you have no reason to believe me, but I'm not like that, Alex." "Oh yeah?" I said, still fuming. "Then why were you making fun of me in Mr. Jefferson's class when I woke up?" It was her turn to blush. "I thought it was the only way to avoid being humiliated. I thought if I laughed it off, that-" "That I would be the pathetic one, not you," I finished for her. Her features softened. "Y-yeah. I guess that's exactly it. I guess I'm just a coward." "You're..." I sighed. Come on, Alex, say it. You're damn right, you're a coward. "You're not a coward, Ellie." Shit. "I know, I... Wait, what?" "You're not a coward. You're a gorgeous girl with a lovely smile, and you hang out with a bunch of jerks, but, no, you're not a coward." Her eyes glossed over. "Oh, Alex. Even now, you're still so sweet. I don't know how to make it up to you." "Let me take you for lunch," I said, surprising myself. "Lunch?" "If you're really sorry, then let me take you out for lunch. Maybe you'll find we have something in common. Even if you hate it, you get a free meal. There's really no downside." Ellie smiled a genuine smile. "Deal," she said. "Saturday at noon?" "Saturday at noon." * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "Are you serious?" Jon nearly shouted as I told him about it at lunch Tuesday. Right then, Ellie walked by and gave me a smile. "Hot damn. From moaner to bone her!" "Shut up!" I laughed. The kid was a wordsmith, but a part of me still thought all of this could be some elaborate set-up. Finally, it was Saturday. After getting over the initial shock of me having plans, Mom wished me well and asked me to be home in time to help with dinner. I rubbed a spritz of cologne on my wrists and neck before heading out the door. As I pulled up to Ellie's in my second-hand Nissan, I popped a final breath mint. A few minutes after I rang the doorbell, she opened the door. Breasts. They were right there. Her shirt was cut rather low, so my view was fantastic. It was like they were saying hello to me. "Hello, Alex." "Hi there," I said to them, smiling. I heard someone clear her throat. Oh, shit! "Ellie! You look gorgeous!" I said, covering up my utter embarrassment. "Um, how long was I-" "No longer than five minutes," she said insouciantly, even smirking. I had blown it. Blushing, I turned around. "Hey, where ya goin'?" Ellie called. "You owe me lunch." I looked back. "Oh, come on, we can have a little fun," she winked. Holy shit. "L-let's go," I stammered. Ellie chuckled as I led her around the car and opened her door. This was going to be interesting. "You know, I've always thought you were a sweet guy," Ellie said as our food came out. I suddenly felt something creeping up my leg and pulled it back, as she gave me a knowing look. Was she-? "The Pasta Primavera?" our waiter asked. "Right here," Ellie said to him, still smiling devilishly at me. I felt what I now knew to be her foot running up my leg again, but this time, had no more room to move back. "And for the gentleman, the Veal Parmesan," the waiter said as Ellie ran her bare foot over the growing bulge in my jeans. "Thank you very much," I said to him quickly, unable to meet his eyes. "Anything else I can get for you?" he asked. "I don't know," Ellie answered, taking on a promiscuous tone. "Is there anything you want right now, Alex?" Damn it. She knew exactly what she was doing. "N-no," I managed. "Thanks." The waiter bowed his head and walked away. As soon as he was out of earshot, I leaned over the table. "Ellie, I-" "I know," she interrupted. "You're the type of guy who wants to take me out a bunch of times, and tell me how great I am, and ask me meekly to be your girlfriend, before you even think of fucking me. And that's so fantastic, really, it is. But that isn't me, Alex. You want a relationship, because that's who you are, but I just want a good pounding. So here are your options: you can either meet me in that single unisex bathroom in about five minutes, or you can walk out of the restaurant and I'll pay the check. No hard feelings. No strings attached. But from what I can feel of that," she pressed down on my bulge for emphasis, "I can definitely tell you which one I'd prefer." With this, she winked, and walked away to the bathroom. So there I was: a boy with minimal sexual experience, to say the least, with the chance of a lifetime. The restaurant was almost empty, so interruption would be unlikely. If you're me, what do you do in this situation? Do you hold fast to your standards and hope you can find the perfect girl to make love to some other time, after months of watching chick flicks and going for candlelit dinners with her? Hell no, you don't. I practically ripped Ellie's shirt off while she worked on my belt. Our mouths were glued together, and our tongues were exploring without hesitation. I fumbled with her black lacy bra as she finally unfastened my belt. She had already undone my fly and shoved my pants down when I managed to unhook the bra. Immediately, she slid the straps off of her shoulders and fell to her knees, bringing my boxers to the floor as she did so. As she unbuttoned and removed her jeans, Ellie got to work on my swollen cock. With her hands preoccupied, she went at it with her mouth, giving me no time to even comprehend what was happening. I threw my head back in pleasure that I had never thought possible. Her tongue was sloppily circling around my cock, licking me as she engulfed my length with her mouth. After finally getting her pants off, Ellie pulled away from my cock. "If you thought that was good," she said, "just you wait." She bent herself over the sink, and her hand found my manhood as I stepped up behind her. Oh, fuck. She wasn't wearing any underwear. I pushed her hand away and took control. "That's it, baby. Fuck me. Take control of me. Make this pussy- OH, YES!" I drove myself into her depths, feeling her tight pussy around me. It fit so perfectly, as if it were trying to squeeze the cum out of me. "Don't fucking stop," she begged, and I obliged. I pulled out slowly, and then shoved myself back into her. "FUCK!" she yelled, before I covered her mouth with my hand. She nearly bit me in her excitement as I thrust in and out of her like a piston. Her body went limp, and just as soon as it had, she was flailing, her muscles contracting around my rock-hard cock and pulling me even deeper into her. "Ellie, I'm gonna-" "Do it! I'm on the pill. Fucking full me up!" I hadn't ever expected, in my wildest dreams, to get the chance to cum inside her. I thrusted furiously, showing a side of myself that I had never even seen before. I could feel it coming, and I grabbed Ellie's hips as I rammed even harder and faster. "Oh, Alex!" she yelled. I didn't care who heard. "ELLIE!" I plunged into her one final time before holding her, forcing her, against me as cum rushed out of me like a geyser. I gave a few little pumps to maximize my pleasure before the seventh and final stream of cum made its way into Ellie. I collapsed, exhausted, and she turned her head around and kissed me. I was in a daze as I finally pulled out, but luckily, Ellie knew what to do. "Let me get that for you," she said, as she kneeled down and took me in her mouth once again. After thoroughly sucking all of my chubby, she looked up at me. "There. All clean." We dressed and washed our faces off, giggling the whole time. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "And that's how it went down," I said with a smug look on my face. "Yeah, right!" Jon smirked from across the table. Just then, Ellie's group of friends approached me. "I want a turn," one of them said to me, handing me a piece of paper with a phone number on it. "We heard a lot about you," another said with a wink, doing the same. "Call us some time," Ellie whispered in my ear. "Us?" I asked incredulously. They all giggled and rushed away. I'll never forget the look on Jon's face as I pocketed their numbers. That seemed like an offer that was far too good to pass up. Ellie We've been in the bar for about 20 minutes. You are on your second drink and I can see that you are beginning to relax so I lean across and whisper, "Why don't you slide your knickers off and give them to me?" I see your eyes widen, but your mouth lifts and I can tell that you're excited by the suggestion. You look around the bar; it is quite full but everyone seems engaged in their own private conversations. You turn back to me, raise your eyebrows and move your hands off the table and underneath. You continue to look into my eyes but I can tell by how your shoulders move that you've slipped one hand under your dress and used your fingers to find the very edge of your panties. I can see the effort in your face as your reach, then you lift yourself slightly and I know that you've tugged one half under your bum. You squirm in your seat and look about again, but no-one is paying any attention. You shift again and lean forward, your head dips towards the table and I can tell that you are reaching down. Then you smile at me, your eyes twinkling, and you sit back up, cock you head on one side and reach out a hand towards me. I offer my open palm and you deposit the small lacy panties that a few seconds earlier you'd been wearing. Your look challenges me. I look at your panties and quickly glance about to see if anyone has noticed, but the bar continues to bustle and no-one seems to have paid any attention to us. "Is that the best you've got?" you gently mock me. "Oh, I've got plenty more," I say. "You prepared to play along?" I seek a flicker of concern cross your face, but a mixture of determination and alcohol squash your natural fear. "Yeah, I'm ready." I grin, I am beginning to harden already at the thought of what I want you to do. I got to the bar and fetch us both another drink, taking the opportunity to look around and see who else is in the bar. There are several groups that are just guys, most not much older than you. I return to our table but this time I slip onto the seat next to you. You look at me slightly puzzled, so I lean forward, placing my right arm across the back of your chair and whisper, "Time for part two." I lean back and take a sip of my drink as do you, a little nervously. "You really are incredibly sexy," I say and my left hand drops to your left knee and slowly slides up your thigh until it meets resistance from the hem of your dress. I push firmly so that the material rucks slightly and my hand dips to your soft inner thigh so my fingers are now just inches from your pussy. I smile at you, lean forward and gently kiss your lips, while my fingers edge up enough to touch the line of your slit. I look at you and then across the bar I can see that one guy has already glanced over. Can he tell what I'm doing? I look over my shoulder and can see another guy sitting down who appears to be looking straight over; perhaps he can see under the table, but I don't think so. I see you swallow and feel you move forward slightly in your chair so that now my fingers have full play from your cunt to your clit. I open my fingers slightly, my thumb resting on the top of your thigh, my index finger is gently rubbing you clit, the next pushes and plays on your pussy lips, while another bathes in the moistness you're already generating. "Are we being watched?" I ask. You look past me, bite your lip and nod. I move my hand down slightly and press a finger into your cunt. I see you tense and hear you breathe deeply as the top of the finger enters you. I withdraw slightly and the push back with two. You bite your lip harder and I see your chest rise slightly as your back arches just a faction. I can see the guy at the bar is hardly listening to his own conversation but is trying hard not to look like he's watching. I glance over my shoulder and the other guy is making no pretence, but just staring in blank fascination. You've turned more towards me and my fingers can penetrate deeper and spread slightly. I now have three in you and I can feel the soft wetness of your cunt sliding over them. I can feel the tight muscle give and then contract. I sense you may be near orgasm. I flick my thumb onto your clit. The motions are small but intense. Suddenly you clench your mouth and raise your shoulders, then let out a hard sigh that breaks slightly in the middle. I feel your cunt pulse around my fingers, like a hungry mouth. "Good girl," I say sliding my fingers out and lifting them up so I can make a show of sucking on one, then pressing the others to your lips. You don't disappoint and suck long and hard on the other two. The guy at the bar has turned red and is gulping his beer. I look over to the opposite table and can see the guy there has one hand on his crotch. He smiles at me and I grin back. I lean back in my chair. "So what did you think?" "That was so hot," you reply. "Ready for more?" You purse your lips, then you jut out your chin, "What have you got in mind?" I take a drink of my beer and look at you. You really are the most beautiful creature. Such soft skin, such an innocent face, such a slim body begging to be corrupted. "How about you let someone else do that, while I watch?" Your eyes widen. "I don't know. Who did you have in mind?" "You can choose. Let's go into the beer garden." We stand up and move outside into the bright daylight. There is a small garden with benches and canopies. At the far end are a group of people smoking, but there are some people scattered across the seats. "Anyone take your fancy?" I can see you looking around, still a little unsure if you'll go through with it. It would be easy to cop out now, but the alcohol, orgasm and the sunshine seem to have given you an air of wilful playfulness. "Him," you say indicating a well-built athletic type who is standing to one side, smoking; clearly if he's with friends then none of the others smoke. "Okay, give me a moment." I walk over to him and you can see me exchange a couple of words. Then he glances over and you cannot help feel a flush rise across your chest and up the sides of your neck. A few more words and then you see him grin. We return to you. "No names," I say and then turn to you, "Just do what I say." You nod timidly. I lead us over to a corner that has an entrance that is bounded by a tall hedge. We are almost out of sight of the main garden and I stand so that no-one will be able to see past me. "Lift your dress and let the man see what I told him about." You look at me for a second and then comply, slipping the hem of the dress up so that your hip bones and the area below your belly button are exposed. I swallow hard looking at your slim, well-toned legs and the gloriously smooth mound above that is revealed. You look stunningly sexy like that and your vulnerability just makes my cock stiffen more. He looks at me and I nod. He steps towards you, puts his left hand on your hip and pushes his right down over your soft belly and the smooth mound and onto your already wet slit. His motions are more vigorous than mine were. He rubs your clit hard and forces your pussy lips apart. His left hand slides down and lifts your thigh just behind you knee so you right leg is raised and bent. It opens your lips and exposes your cunt. His fingers seek your opening and his middle finger pushes hard and deep. He moves it in and out rapidly and then screws three fingers together and pushes them aggressively into you. You have one hand holding his arm and the other holds your dress but I can see from the way your fist clenches that he is getting to you. You bite your lip again and close your eyes. A small grunt and then the air is pushed out of you as if his thrusts are so deep they're making your lungs collapse. He stops and looks at me. I nod. He removes his fingers, turns and says, "Thanks man." "Don't go just yet," I say and turn to you, "I think you should give him something back, don't you?" You frown. "What do you mean?" I look between both of you. "How about we go to the gents and you blow this nice young man in a cubicle?" You are taken aback; he just grins. "Ellie. Do it for me." I look at you with puppy-dog eyes. You have smoothed down your dress and then look back up at me, "Do you want me to?" "Yes." I leave my answer hanging. You look back at him and then nod, meekly. I turn and move back towards the bar. We form a line, me, you and him. Just inside the building the gents are on the left. I open the door and peek in. No-one is about. I walk in and go to the nearest cubicle. I put the toilet seat and lid down and turn. It is cramped with the three of us in there, but we manage to close the door. I lean across and lock it. The guy from the garden is standing with his back against the door and you are facing him. I sit on the toilet lid. I don't need to say anything to you. You drop to your knees, undo his fly and pull out a cock that surprises me not so much with its length but its thickness. I feel some envy, as I am not well-endowed, but also delight that this will be a substantial piece of meat for you. You lick the head, grasping the base in one hand. You swirl your tongue around and under the tip. It glistens with pre-cum from his earlier excitement. The taste encourages you and you part your lips so that the head slides into your mouth and over your tongue. You move backwards and forwards a fraction feeling him stiffen in your mouth. He is watching you intently. As you slide slowly forward enveloping as much of his cock as possible, feeling it fill your mouth and push towards the back of your throat, pressing your tongue down and forcing saliva out of the side of your mouth, you feel his hands move to your head. His cock is too big for you to take all the way in and you recoil a little as you feel yourself gag. He is beginning to react with animal instinct and wants to both thrust into you and pull your head towards him, so you use your hands to grasp his cock and make a breaking point. But even so a good four inches slides in and out between your lips and beaded strings of drool start to droop from the shaft on every backwards movement. Your tongue slides across it as much as possible and your lips press. His action is becoming more furious and then you feel him tense. A wave of creamy liquid floods your mouth and you're forced to swallow. Another pulse and more rich fluid slide across your teeth and gums. You try to hold it but then more spurts out and you have to swallow again. At last you feel his cock begin to sag a little. He lets out a small groan and slowly withdraws. "Show me what he gave you Ellie." You turn, still on your knees and open your mouth for me to see a creamy film across your tongue. I lean forward and kiss your bottom lip. Then I stand. "I think we need to be alone now." The guy has swum back into reality, packs his cock away and turns and leaves, but not before giving you a curious smile. "What did you tell him?" you ask. "That you were my daughter and you wondered what it would be like." "He thinks I'm your daughter?" You are incredulous. "Yeah, just thought it would be sexier." "Pervert," but you grin as you say it. "We haven't finished," I say. You look at me quizzically. "So much lubrication. Would be a shame to waste it." You don't understand but say nothing. I spin us round so that we exchange places, then turn you so you are facing away from me. I put one hand around your waist and push you gently with the other between your shoulder blades. You lean forward and put your hands either side of the toilet lid. I pull your dress back up, so that your cute round arse is exposed. I quickly drop my trousers and boxer briefs and then put my hands on your hips so my thumbs are able to press the firm flesh at the top of each buttock, while my fingers squeeze your soft belly. I manoeuvre myself and guide my cock past your accommodating lips and into your cunt with one long slow thrust until it Iis buried deep. Then I slowly withdraw until only the tip is inside. I repeat the motion, slow and deep. "You mustn't cum in me," you murmur over your shoulder. "Don't worry," I say, "I won't." I then withdraw my cock and with one hand draw all your cunt juices up towards the small puckered kiss between your buttocks. I see it twitch and I gently slide one finger inside feeling the rings of muscle relax slightly then grip with intensity. I withdraw my finger and place the tip of my cock against your furrowed hole. I push my hips forward and at first you do not yield. Then the muscle gives and the head is in. I push more firmly and feel each circle of resistance falter and centimetre by centimetre I fill your arse until it is packed and stretched. I release myself a fraction and then push back. A little further, then back. After a couple more movements I have a couple of inches of cock moving in a slow gentle rhythm in and out of your hole. Now I have rhythm, my left hand slips under you and gently squeezes your left breast; my right hand slides under your belly and seeks you clit which I rub softly with one finger, feeling its engorged bud. I love the feel of your small breasts, the way they rise from your rib cage and slope gently to your chest. I can hear your breathing grow more rapid and your stomach muscles tense. I can feel my cock swell and my balls contract. Suddenly I arch and fill the vacant cavity with thick cum. I strain my hips and pump every last drop into you, feeling your muscles tighten and expel my slackening cock. I pull out and watch as a creamy bubble forms in your crease and slowly drips down between your cheeks. I see you are damp from sweat and pull your dress down over your bum and slip my arms under you to lift you into a standing position. I hold you tight and nuzzle your neck. I kiss slowly upwards to just behind your ear and feel you lay your head back. "You are amazing," I say.