5 comments/ 28146 views/ 16 favorites The Girl with the Silver Trombone By: sethp 2011 Sethp All rights reserved (This is a twisted little Christmas story. It was going to be a contest submission but I just couldn't finish it in time! I hope you enjoy it. It's a little flawed but I had a great time writing it. Thank you to PennLady!) * Ellie oiled the slide of her silver trombone with the ease of habit. Band practice was over, but she always took extra time to polish and maintain her instrument and was usually the last one to leave. Band director Noel Perkins walked over to her. "You sounded great today, Ellie. In fact I think everyone sounded great." "Thank you, Mr. Perkins." Ellie nodded but averted her eyes. She was a shy girl despite her beauty and musical talent, and had a hard time accepting compliments. "I think we sounded good too," she added, still polishing her trombone and not looking up. "I'm not sure if we'll be as good next year without you and the other seniors," he said. Ellie was eighteen and a senior in high school, so this was going to be her last year with the band. She had been accepted at Stanford, and planned to become a music teacher, just like Mr. Perkins. Music was her passion and she was one of the most talented students that Mr. Perkins had ever taught. Mr. Perkins and a small group of students had been practicing Christmas music and Ellie was thrilled to get the chance to play downtown with the little ensemble. It had been her idea to form the Christmas band and Mr. Perkins had agreed. She adored Christmas; it was the best time of the whole year. "Thanks for giving us the opportunity to play downtown this year," she said. "You are very welcome," Mr. Perkins said, looking away a little too quickly. She was going to miss her small town, her school and her band teacher. It was his encouragement that had allowed her to blossom as a musician the last couple of years. She didn't mind that Mr. Perkins stole glances at her large chest every chance he got. Lots of guys did. She knew it was just a part of being well-endowed. She knew it was silly, but the attention made her feel good. It was the nasty comments she sometimes got that she didn't like. "Are you mentally ready to move to California?" Mr. Perkins asked as he gathered up the music stands they would need tomorrow night. "It's a whole different lifestyle there." "I think so." Ellie placed the gleaming trombone in its case. "I'll sure miss it here, though." "We'll miss you too," Mr. Perkins said, quickly looking up from Ellie's chest again and hoping that she hadn't seen him. "You still have half the school year left though, so don't look so heartbroken." "Oh, I know," Ellie said, suppressing a giggle. She found it amusing that Mr. Perkins felt so awkward around her. She really liked him. Ellie was painfully shy but wasn't a virgin. Her first and only boyfriend, Manu, had seen to that. She was still bitter that he had left her for skinny little Suzy Smith who was a lot more popular and funnier and outgoing. Ellie hadn't dated anyone since her and Manu had broken up. She missed having a boyfriend and she also missed the sex. Ellie pulled on her coat, grabbed her case and headed out to door as Mr. Perkins locked up the band room behind her. "Okay, I'll see you downtown tomorrow evening." "Yep, see you." Ellie headed home. The next morning was a catastrophe at Ellie's house. The washing machine had sprung a leak while Ellie had been at school, and Ellie's mom and dad were out of town helping her grandmother move into an assisted-living facility. Ellie woke up late for school and discovered that most of her clothes, including all of her bras, were buried deep in the dirty laundry, as was her favorite sweater. "Oh, no!" She rooted through the piles of dirty laundry. She'd been so busy with school work and practicing for the holiday music ensemble that she hadn't even thought about getting ready for this weekend. Her mother usually took care of the laundry. Frustrated, Ellie threw down two handfuls of dirty clothes and went into her parent's room. Ellie and her mother were close in size except for their chests. Ellie was multiple cup sizes larger with massive breasts. Ellie found a cute sweater of her mother's that would work, but she had to settle for a sports bra that did little to contain and support Ellie's massive boobies. The thick sweater helped a little bit, but glancing in her mother's full-length mirror, Ellie thought that she looked obscene. The sweater was way too tight and in the cold weather tonight, she imagined that the outline of her nipples would be visible. "Great...just great," she muttered as she did her best to adjust herself. It was a nice green Christmas sweater that matched her black mid-length skirt and leggings. Although Ellie didn't usually mind the attention she got for her massive tits, she did her best to dress conservatively and minimize her figure. She adjusted her glasses, sighed, and then hurried down the stairs to grab some orange juice. As she stared at the wrapped boxes under the Christmas tree, Ellie felt a little sad. She had enjoyed Christmas last year with Manu and despite throwing herself into her school work and college prep, she still felt lonely and sexually frustrated. It didn't help that her parents were never home. This Christmas was starting to suck. Ellie sighed again, grabbed her books and ran out the door. School wasn't as bad as Ellie had feared. and when the final bell rang and it was time to go home, she was focused wholly on playing Christmas music. She arrived to see Mr. Perkins unloading equipment from the back of the school van with a couple of other students. Her mother's thick sweater was very warm so she left her coat in the car. She hurried over to the van, her massive boobies bouncing up and down as she ran. "Hi, Mr. Perkins." Ellie was out of breath when she reached the van. Mr. Perkins turned to see Ellie running towards the van. Seeing her boobies bouncing wildly under her mother's sweater; he nearly choked to death on his hot cocoa. "H...ha...it's...hi..." he managed to stutter, wiping his mouth with his coat sleeve. Ellie lifted her trombone case in front of her chest, causing Mr. Perkins to snap his head up and look at her eyes. His face turned bright red and he turned back to unloading the van. The students helping Mr. Perkins hadn't seemed to notice. Ellie suppressed a grin, and grabbed a music stand and a folder of sheet music. Twenty minutes later, the small group of musicians had finished setting up in the town square, in front of the clock shop. It was the perfect location and already a small crowd of Christmas shoppers had gathered around. "Ready?" Mr. Perkins asked, raising his hands in the air. The group was ready, and on his signal they started playing "Hark. The Herald Angels Sing." They were halfway through their set of songs when an old man ran out of the clock shop and grabbed Mr. Perkins's arm, causing him to stop conducting. The band stopped playing as the old man glared at Mr. Perkins. "Bah!" he yelled in Mr. Perkins's face. "You're scaring away my customers, and I can't even hear myself think in there. Clocks are detailed machines and I require peace to fix them. You need to move away. Go spread your Christmas crap somewhere else!" "I'm sorry but, we have permission...we..." "Permission, my ass," the old man said, turning beat red. "Be gone." Then he turned and went back into his clock shop. "Okay." Mr. Perkins dragged a hand over his face. "Let's pick up and move to the other side of the square." Ellie was starting to get angry, which was uncharacteristic. "But this is where all the shoppers are, and we're right next to the toy store and the coffee hut." "I know. I know." Mr. Perkins shook his head as they all grabbed their gear and moved across the street. "We don't want to cause any ill will, besides, I know him. He donates a lot of money to the school and to the school's music program. It's just better if we move." The rest of the evening went well, despite moving from their preferred spot. They group received a lot of compliments and well wishes. It was still relatively early in the evening when they finished playing. Mr. Perkins thanked them all and reminded them that he'd see them the next night; same time, same place. After Ellie stowed her trombone and coat in the back seat of her old Honda, she decided to go back to the square to get a cup of hot cocoa. Even though it was cold enough to snow, Ellie was more than warm enough without a coat on. The coffee shop was right next door to the clock shop and still full of happy shoppers. Ellie wasn't confrontational, but she found she was still mad at the grumpy old man from the clock shop. What right did he have to try to ruin Christmas for everyone else? With a cup of cocoa in hand, she decided to go in and ask him what his problem was. She didn't care who he was or what his connection with the school was. The sign on the front of the clock shop said open, but it was dimly lit inside. Ellie pushed open the door and a bell jingled. There was no one in sight. The store was cramped with shelves full of clocks of all shapes and sizes. Two giant grandfather clocks stood guard on either side of the front door. "Hello," she said. There was no answer. She started wandering through the maze of shelves, amazed at the varieties of clocks. She navigated herself to the back of the store, where there was a small counter full of cleaning items and tools. A large antique cash register took up the biggest portion of the counter. There was an old fashioned bell-ringer next to it and Ellie pressed it twice. "Hold your panties for Christ's sake!" a voice yelled from the back rooms of the shop. Ellie was about to yell back but decided not to. Her anger was giving way to uneasiness; she wasn't so sure that she wanted to tell the grumpy old man off after all. She was about to turn around and leave when he appeared behind the small counter. "Oh shit," he said looking her up and down. "I suppose you want to sing now, do you? Are you afraid that you haven't made my ears bleed yet?" "What? N-no," Ellie stammered. "Oh, you're a real conversationalist aren't you," he said with a chuckle. "I guess that's what they teach you these days." "No...that's not so. I mean, I didn't come here to argue with you." "Why are you here then? I suppose it's not to buy a clock is it?" the old man said to Ellie's chest. "This is a business, in case you hadn't noticed, and talking to high school kids doesn't pay the bills." She thought to cover herself up with her coat and then realized that she had left it in her car. She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at the old man. He was tall and didn't seem to really fit in the clock store at all. His large hands were splayed on the counter. Ellie summoned up her nerve. "Why did you kick us out from in front of your store? It's Christmas!" "Christmas is for young fools like you," he said, still gazing at Ellie's chest. "Well, other people might like it." Ellie's resolve was starting to fade and she was no debater. She wasn't going to win any arguments about Christmas; especially with this old man. The old man shook his head. "You people always think you know everything and that it's your way or the highway. Look, I like music as much as anyone. I do. That doesn't mean I have to like Christmas or all of that goddamned sappy Christmas music and if I hear one more person tell me that Jesus is the reason for the season, I'll puke!" "I'm sorry. I should leave," Ellie said. She really wanted to ask him why he hated Christmas so much, but decided she just needed to go. As she turned, she tripped over a small box of clock parts. Ellie twisted and stumbled backwards, avoiding falling but spilling her cocoa all over the front of her mother's sweater. "Oh!" "Careful!" the old man yelled, "You're going to break something!" "My sweater's all wet!" Ellie gasped, more than a little annoyed that the grumpy old man cared more for his precious clocks than if she hurt herself. "Well, shit," he grunted. "Talk about ruining someone's evening." "I'm sorry," Ellie said and started towards the door. "You're not going outside like that," the old man said. "Stop." Ellie stopped and glared at the old man. "Look...I've got an old sweater of my late wife's upstairs that you can wear. I suppose you hooligans will be out again tomorrow night polluting the air with your noise again. You can return it then or I'll have you arrested for stealing it, of course. Follow me." Ellie stood there for few seconds wondering what she should do. It wouldn't kill her to go to her car like this. However, it was getting colder out and this could give her a chance to get through to the old man and find out why he hated Christmas so much. Besides, what could happen? The old man disappeared through the darkened doorway behind the counter and then popped his head back out a few seconds later. "Well, hurry up and before you come back, put my closed sign up and pull that lock across. I don't want anyone stealing my clocks while you're wasting my time." Then he was gone. Ellie was starting to get mad all over again and almost walked out the door, but she didn't. She turned his sign around so it said closed and then locked his front door, then walked behind the counter and through the doorway to the back of the clock shop. If the shop was cramped and cluttered, the small room and hallway behind it was ten times worse. Ellie came close to tripping a few more times and almost knocked over several stacks of boxes before she reached a small stairway. "Hurry up or I'm taking back my offer," he yelled from the top of the stairs. "Jesus...I'm old, what's your excuse for being so slow?" With an indignant sigh, Ellie went up the stairs. When she got to the landing at the top, the old man was holding a white sweater with red hearts and holly leaves on it. "It was Edna's favorite sweater. She was your height with big boobs too, so it should fit." He leered at her. Ellie was getting used to the old man's rudeness, but this was crossing the line. "Could you try not being so crude?" She took the white sweater from him. "Could you try being more grateful when people help you out? You can go in the bathroom and change." He pointed to a door on the left. Ellie went into the bathroom and tried to shut the door. It wouldn't close all the way. "The door doesn't shut all the way, but don't worry... I won't look." Ellie thought she heard him chuckling. "Great," she grumbled as she peeled off her wet sweater. The sweater was probably ruined and her bra was soaked as well. It wasn't doing much for her anyway. She took them both off and thought she caught a glimpse of movement reflected in the bathroom mirror. She spun towards the doorway, trying to cover herself. Had he been spying on her through the opening? Anxious now, Ellie pulled on the white sweater, discovering that it was even tighter than her mother's one and that without a bra she looked completely obscene. Her large nipples poked against the fabric. "Great," she said again and then walked out of the bathroom. "I'm in here," he called from the room across the hallway. Ellie walked into the old man's living room. He grinned when he saw her walk in. "Very, very nice," he said, eyes glued to Ellie's chest. "You're welcome," he said, sarcastically. "Thank you," Ellie said, blushing a little. "I don't even know your name. I'm Ellie." "I'm Hank," he said walking towards her. "Hank Longbone." He extended his hand. He took her small hand in his large one firmly and shook it. "I have to say that you fill out Edna's sweater just like she used to." "Thank you...I think...I mean you shouldn't say things like that," Ellie said. She was turning beat red and Hank wasn't letting go of her hand. Ellie was amazed at how tall and strong he was. He was definitely old, but not in a sickly, fragile sort of way. He was ruggedly handsome for his age despite his wrinkles and ruffled white hair. "Let me show you something." He ignored her comment and pulled her over to the mantle above the fireplace. It was covered with pictures. He picked one out and showed it to Ellie. "Wow," Ellie said as she took the picture from him. It was a black and white picture of Hank and a light-haired woman. Ellie had to admit she did look a lot like the woman in the photo. "That's me and Edna," he said. "You look a lot like her. You both have the biggest tits. God have mercy." "Okay! That's enough. You can't talk to me like that and you don't talk to other women like that!" Hank had turned away and didn't appear to be listening. "Did you hear me?" Ellie's face was flush with anger and also a little embarrassment. She never raised her voice and here she was telling off a man that she had just met, who was old enough to be her grandfather. Hank turned to face Ellie and he was crying. Now Ellie felt terrible. She had just made a grown man cry. "I miss her," he said sniffling. "It's only been a couple of years." Ellie went over and gave Hank a hug. He nuzzled against her shoulder as he continued to sob. His hand started creeping down her back, towards her ass and she had to swat it away more than once. He stepped back. "Thank you. It felt good to hold someone again and you really do remind me of Edna, big tits and all," he said wiping his eyes. Ellie decided not to respond. He was just baiting her. No one could be that crass unless they meant to. "Before you go, please let me offer you a drink to take the chill away. I owe you one, kiddo." Ellie started to protest, but decided that no one would know and she deserved it. It would be fun to have a drink. "Please sit down. I'll be right back," Hank said shuffling out of the room. Ellie sat down on the couch and looked around. It was very modern and uncluttered compared to the rest of his home and shop. She noticed that there wasn't one single Christmas decoration. Maybe Edna had died during Christmas. That thought made Ellie feel really badly for Hank. Then she laughed a little at how lecherous he was. He was probably over compensating for being so lonely. "Here we go...uh...." "Ellie," she reminded him. "Yes, of course." He handed her a large glass filled with a sweet-smelling liquid and sat down next to her. "That's a big drink and I have to drive home in a few minutes," she said eying her drink. "Nonsense," Hank replied gruffly. "Do you think I'd...oh never mind. It's my own holi....I mean winter recipe. It was Edna's favorite and I hope you like it too. You'll be fine. It's not that strong." Ellie took a drink and immediately her insides warmed. It was like a cross between peppermint and mocha and something else that Ellie couldn't quite think of. "Oh, that is good." "I'll make you two deals." Hank stared at Ellie. "Okay." Ellie took another drink. She had only ever drunk alcohol one time before in her life and it had ended with her puking and passing out. She had been grounded for nearly a year after that. She made a decision to only drink half of it. Her parents wouldn't be home tonight and nobody would ever know. "What's your deal?" "Deals," he said. "The first one is that you relax for a few minutes and watch a show with me. I'll promise to be a gentleman." Ellie laughed a little too loudly. "Deal!" "The second is that you promise not to tell anyone I gave you that drink and I'll let you play in front of my shop tomorrow night." He drained half his glass. He grabbed the remote control from the table beside the couch and switched on an old black and white movie. Ellie couldn't believe her luck. She had done it. By being assertive and talking to the clock shop owner she had made him change her mind. She had a smile from ear to ear. Full of pride, she took another drink. She felt warm inside and a little bit dizzy. The Girl with the Silver Trombone "Come sit over here so you can see the TV better. It's The Maltese Falcon," Hank said patting the couch next to him. "Okay. Remember that you promised to be a gentleman." She scooted closer to him, starting to really feel the effects of the drink. Maybe she should stop now. She sat down in the middle of the couch, a little bit away from Hank. He turned up the volume and they watched the movie together. Ellie enjoyed old movies like this. In fact, Casablanca and The Maltese Falcon were two of her favorite movies of all time. During a commercial, Hank drained his glass and looked over at Ellie's. "You do realize that it's still early, don't you? You have plenty of time to sober up before you get home, so finish that up and I'll get us both just one more." Ellie looked down at her glass. It was almost empty and she really didn't have to be home anytime soon. He was right, of course. As soon as she got out into the night air she would sober up, or so she thought. She drank it all down in one gulp. "That's a good girl." He grinned at her. "I'll be right back." Ellie kicked her boots off and stretched her legs out, laying her head back on the back of the couch. She had to give Hank credit for picking out the most comfortable couch she'd ever sat on. She felt relaxed and warm, and could easily have fallen asleep. Hank came back a few minutes later with fresh drinks for them both and soon they were watching the movie again. Ellie had a hard time paying attention. What was Humphrey Bogart talking about? Humphrey Bogart was talking directly to Ellie. He leaned forward and kissed her. Ellie didn't care if he was older, she kissed him back passionately. He was much better than Manu ever was. His hands roamed over her body, like he owned every inch of it. She gasped against his mouth as he rubbed his hands over her sex. He was up under her skirt gently rubbing her sex over her leggings. Ellie lifted her hips up so that he had better access to her. Her breath caught in her throat has his hand snaked under her leggings and underwear. His fingers were against her naked sex now. She was so wet. She grunted as he inserted a finger into her. Ellie's eyes snapped open. She could barely breathe. Hank was leaning over her, his face inches away from hers. He had three of his fingers deep inside her and was about to make her cum. "Oh God!" she shrieked as she came all over his hand. Ellie's eyes rolled back into her head and she bucked her hips upward against Hank's hand. Hank pressed his lips against Ellie's and she kissed him back, darted her tongue into his mouth and moaned as her orgasm subsided. Hank leaned back and watched as Ellie closed her legs and pulled her leggings back up. "I didn't know it was you," she said. Did she care though? She had never cum like that...at least she didn't think she had. She wasn't thinking too clearly. She was feeling very light headed. "Get on your knees." Hank unbuckled his belt and pulled it off. Ellie did as she was told. Hank threw his belt on the chair in the corner of the room. Then he unsnapped his pants so that they spilled down around his ankles. He stepped out of them and kicked them away. "I don't know...I mean..." Ellie stammered, looking at the monstrous bulge beneath Hank's skivvies. Hank pulled his briefs down and let his cock spring into view. It was massively thick and heavily veined. Ellie gasped as Hank stepped forward. She didn't even know that it was possible for a penis to be this big. It was so long. "Touch it," Hank said. Ellie reached out and touched his cock. It seemed to have a mind of its own and twitched against her finger tips. Ellie grabbed his cock in her hand and started to stroke it tentatively. Hank grunted and pushed his hips forward until his cock head bumped against Ellie's glasses. "Oh, my!" she giggled. "Be careful." Hank looked down at her. He wasn't laughing with her. "Take it in your mouth, Ellie. Be a good girl and make Hank cum, like he did for you. You owe me." Ellie had never given head before. She didn't even know how. "Ellie," Hank said impatiently. Ellie gulped, knowing that she did, in fact, owe him. She opened her mouth wide and took the head of Hank's cock into her mouth. Her lips were stretched wide but it fit. Ellie was trying to figure out what to do next when Hank took matters into his own hands. He grabbed two big handfuls of her hair and thrust his cock as deep as he could into her mouth. She started to gag, but Hank pulled his cock nearly all the way out, letting Ellie take a big gulp of air before he thrust his massive cock deep into her mouth again. Ellie relaxed her hands, letting them fall to her sides as Hank fucked her face. He was forceful but not brutal...dominating her but not hurting her. Ellie was starting to enjoy it, drool leaking down her chin as Hank's cock thrust in and out of her mouth. "God, you've got a mouth like Edna had, girl," Hank said, grunting. Ellie looked up at Hank a little offended. She wanted to be better than Edna. She felt the need to make Hank cum; to prove it. Ellie applied suction. "Oh, that's it girl," Hank grunted, thrusting deeper into Ellie's mouth and increasing his grip in her hair. It was painful, but Ellie found that she enjoyed it too. She felt his cock twitch and then a blast of Hank's semen shot against the back of her throat. Ellie gagged and pulled away as another stream of cum coated her tongue. Hank still had a tight grip on her hair so she had to swallow it. He let her go suddenly and Ellie pulled her mouth off of Hank's cock only to have his third, powerful blast splatter her face and glasses. They were covered in it and she could barely see. Slightly shocked, she pulled his cock back between her lips to avoid being covered with Hank's semen. She let him continue cumming in her mouth, swallowing the rest of his ejaculate. Hank grunted, staggered back, and collapsed back onto the couch. "Oh, fuck, that was good, girl!" "I...thank you... but..." "But nothing," Hank said. "Go get some paper towels and Kleenex and clean yourself off." Ellie got up quickly and ran out into the hall looking for the bathroom. She started feeling light headed again halfway there and despite banging into the wall a couple of times, she made it. She staggered back into Hank's living room and over to the couch. "Here you go," he said, handing her a glass. "You need a drink after that." Ellie did and drank the glass down quickly. It must have been another one of Hank's drinks. Ellie coughed a couple of times after draining it and handed it back to Hank. "I..." Ellie couldn't think straight at all. She had to get out of here and get home. She was starting to sweat. It was so hot in here. "You're sweating. Take your sweater off before you faint. I turned the fire down a hair." Ellie thought that sounded like a good idea. She put her glasses on the table beside the couch and peeled off Edna's skin-tight sweater. "Sweet Jesus! Will you look at those jugs?" Hank exclaimed. Ellie looked over at Hank, who was still naked from the waist down. His massive cock was still rock hard. He got up and stood directly in front of Ellie and then grabbed both of her giant breasts, squeezing them roughly. Ellie moaned in pleasure. She had always loved when Manu touched her breasts. Her thick nipples hardened against Hank's palms. She smiled at the sound of Hank's ragged breathing. She felt proud that her body was having such an effect on him. Her massive boobies jiggled as she stood up. Hank looked so cute, standing there with his eyes glued to her breasts. His cock got harder and his breathing became more ragged. "God in a bucket of Hell fire, girl!" Ellie giggled, extremely drunk and horny. She pressed her body against him, kissing him on the lips. Hank stepped back just far enough to grab Ellie's heavy breasts firmly and then leaned in to kiss her again. Ellie liked his rough handling of her breasts and she liked kissing him. She liked feeling his huge cock pressed against her tummy and knowing that she was responsible for that. Hank stepped away from her. "Take off those stockings and skirt," he commanded, with a hungry look in his eyes. "I don't...I mean..." "Now, girl." Ellie nodded her head and peeled off her skirt. Next, she grabbed her leggings and panties and pulled them down too. She lost her balance and fell, but Hank grabbed her in his arms before she went down. "Thanks...and they're leggings not stockings, Hank." For some reason Ellie thought that was extremely funny and started laughing uncontrollably. Hank eased her back onto the couch and finished pulling her remaining clothes the rest of the way off. He knelt down in front of her and lifted her legs over his shoulders so that his face was inches from Ellie's pussy. She smelled delicious. Hank hadn't seen anything like this since the early days of his marriage. "What are you doing?" Ellie asked distractedly. "We....uh...oh fuck!" She shrieked as Hank licked her pussy. His hot breath and tongue felt like nothing she'd ever felt. Manu had never done this! Hank devoured Ellie's pussy, licking, sucking and kissing it like a mad man. All of the old techniques that he'd used on Edna decades ago came flooding back to him. He was good then and he was good now. Ellie squirmed against his mouth, moaning her approval as he pleasured her. Humping her pussy against his mouth, she grabbed the back of his head urging him on as she got closer to orgasm. Hank knew it was time he put his throbbing cock inside her. His hard-on was painful and only this young girl's pussy could help it. "No!" she yelled as he took his mouth away from her pussy. "You almost made me...cum." Even drunk, she had a hard time saying anything dirty. She shook her head. She had just let an old man lick her down there and now she wanted him to keep doing it ...or did she? Suddenly, she felt like she needed to get home. What she was doing here wasn't right. Hank rubbed the head of his cock up and down Ellie's wet slit. She gasped. "You can't," she said weakly. "You don't want this big thing inside ya?" Ellie did. She looked down at his magnificent cock. She wondered how much of it would fit inside her. Surely not all of it would fit? Hank pushed his head against her pussy, threatening to enter her. Ellie moaned and bit her lip to keep from screaming out. "Tell me you don't want me to do this and you can go home." Ellie opened her mouth but nothing came out. She wanted to tell him to put a condom on. Hank's cock head entered her pussy. Ellie grunted and reached down touching Hank's thigh. "I..." Hank pushed another inch inside Ellie's warm, satin pussy. She was exquisite. She was so young and so tight, but he knew, even then, that she would be able to handle his size. Most women couldn't. "You what girl?" he asked. "You want me to stop?" "Y...uh...you..." Hank pushed another inch of his massive cock inside Ellie. He grabbed one of her giant tits, squeezing it hard. Ellie grunted, her nipple was like a pebble under his palm. "You like when I grab yer tits like that girl?" Hank slowly pushed the entire length of his long, thick cock inside of Ellie. "Uh...uh...." She lifted her head up towards Hanks wanting him to kiss her again. He smiled and obliged her. Ellie hungrily opened her mouth against him, sucking his tongue into her mouth and tasting herself for the first time. She had to admit that Hank was right. She really was delicious! Hank pulled his cock almost all the way out of Ellie's tight, hot pussy and then drove it in again and again and again. Ellie grunted into Hank's mouth with each thrust. She couldn't get enough of any part of him. Soon, he was fucking her with hard powerful strokes and Ellie's giant boobies were bouncing wildly upon her chest. "Fuck....fuck....yes! Fuck me! Uh!" she grunted beneath Hank. "You don't know how long I've needed this girl." Hank said thrusting into her harder. Ellie's eyes rolled back into her head as she came. She could only take a few minutes of Hank's giant cock plowing into her before her whole body was wracked with a powerful orgasm. Ellie had never had an orgasm this powerful. "Oh, My God!" she shrieked as Hank continued to bang her hard. Ellie's pussy contracted around Hank's cock as she came and Hank knew he was about to cum. "I'm gonna give you a baby! Uh...you hear me girl? Ug..." Ellie shook her head no. She didn't want a baby. She suddenly realized that neither of them was using any kind of protection. Hank hadn't put a condom on and Ellie had never been on the pill. She could feel Hank's cock spasm inside her and she knew he was cumming. If he had even half the amount of ejaculate that he had produced when he came in her mouth and on her face, she knew that she would be filled with his semen. "Fuck, girl!" he yelled as he cum. Hank's whole body tensed, his face turned bright red and every muscle in his neck strained. Ellie thought he was going to die of a heart attack with his cock buried to the hilt inside her. He didn't. When he finished ejaculating he pulled his cock out of her with an obscenely wet plop and then staggered backwards until he fell into a chair on the other side of the room. Ellie could barely breathe. Her powerful orgasm had drained the last remaining strength right out of her. She couldn't have gotten off the couch right then if her life depended on it. Despite her anger at Hank having cum inside her she couldn't help but return his smile from across the room. "That was so good..." she muttered closing her eyes and basking in the afterglow of sex. "Oh, girl," he grunted. "That it was. That it was." The next thing Ellie remembered was waking up to sunlight. "Oh, no!" she squeaked. What would her parents think if she wasn't at home in the morning when they got there? Where was her car? Hank! Had she really done what she thought she had? "Oh, God no!" Ellie yelled, sitting bolt upright. She looked around and realized that she was in her own bed, in her own house. She pulled off the covers and discovered that she was nude. She never slept nude. She jumped out of her bed and discovered her clothes in a sloppy pile beside the bed. Her car keys and purse were on the nightstand next to the bed. Ellie jumped up and looked out her bedroom mirror. Her little car was parked right in front of the house like it always was. How did she get home? What time was it? Ellie felt awfully rough, dehydrated and dirty. She walked back to her pile of clothes. Everything was there except her panties. Where were her panties? She glanced over at the alarm clock seeing that it was almost eleven a.m. Realizing that her parents would be home any minute, she ran into the shower hoping against hope that they hadn't tried to call her last night. Finished in the shower, Ellie got dressed in an inadequate sports bra, sweat pants and sweat shirt. She threw her clothes in the still overwhelming pile in the laundry room and went into the kitchen to get some food and water. She was desperately dehydrated. She almost gasped out loud when she entered the kitchen. She hadn't heard her parent's come in and they were both standing there talking. "Oh, there you are honey. We tried to call you last night and...oh my, you look terrible," her mom said walking over and placing the back of her hand on Ellie's forehead. "Oh...I...I didn't feel good. I went to sleep as soon as I got home from downtown. I guess I didn't even hear the phone ring. "Well you don't have a fever," her mom replied handing Ellie a glass of orange juice. "Drink this. You look dehydrated." "I was just about to cook up some eggs and sausage too," her dad said, rooting around in the refrigerator. "You look like you could use something solid inside you." I did have something wonderfully solid inside me last night, Ellie thought, thinking about Hank and his large, wonderful cock. Ellie just nodded and sat down at the kitchen table. All she could think about was Hank this morning. He was by far the nastiest person that she'd ever met in her life. He was old and rough and they had wonderful, nasty sex last night. She had even taken his penis in her mouth. She was so confused. What did he think of her? Why could she not wait to see him again? "Ellie?" "Oh, sorry mom," Ellie said. "I think I just need some coffee." Ellie never drank coffee, but suddenly the fresh pot on the counter that her dad had made, smelled incredibly good. She walked over and poured herself a cup and sat back down at the table. "I guess there's a lot we don't know about you honey," her mom said, wrinkling her nose. "Don't drink too much of it. It's not good for you. In fact, your father and I were thinking about stopping drinking it. What do you think about that? Oh, and the repair man will be here, right after lunch, to fix the washing machine." Ellie was too tired to care. When she finished her breakfast, she poured herself another cup of coffee and went back upstairs to her room. Sometime later she dozed back off to sleep. "Ellie honey...Ellie," her mother said gently shaking her awake. "Sorry, I fell back asleep." "Don't you have your band thingy tonight again?" "Yes, but it's not until five." "It's four-thirty now." "Oh, shit," Ellie exclaimed, much to the horror of her mother. "Sorry!" Ellie said, meaning it. She never cursed. "Sorry mom," she said, jumping off the bed. "I'm still not a hundred percent." "Just watch your mouth, honey. I'm not sure I approve of your friends and their bad habits. You don't want to end up like that Emery Nichols. I washed a load of laundry for you," her mom finished and walked out of the room and then popped her head back in. "Where did you get that adorable white sweater? I thought it was going to be ruined, but I managed to get the stain out. You should wear it tonight." "I don't have a...I mean thanks mom," Ellie said. It was Edna's sweater and hadn't she spilled something on it last night? Maybe she hadn't. She couldn't remember everything from last night. She got dressed as fast as she could and decided to wear the white sweater after all. It didn't look so bad today with one of her normal bras and an undershirt. She put on another black skirt with black leggings and boots with a furry white trim at the top. She decided that she looked really cute and more reserved than yesterday. Ellie ran downstairs and yelled goodbye to her mom and dad and headed downtown. It was a few minutes after five when she had her trombone in hand and caught up with Mr. Perkins and her other band mates. "We thought for a moment that you weren't going to make it," Mr. Perkins said, motioning for everyone to take up the same place that they had played the night before. "Actually, Mr. Perkins, let's set up in front of the clock shop," Ellie said, surprising herself with her assertiveness. "I agree... that it is the best place, but we don't really want any trouble from him, Ellie." "There won't be any trouble," Ellie said, hoping it was true. "I talked to the owner last night after we got done playing. He said we could play there from now on." "Really?" Mr. Perkins asked incredulously. "That's incredible. Thank you Ellie!" he said amongst the approving murmur from the other musicians. The small ensemble made their way across the square and set up a short distance in front of the clock shop and then started playing. Ellie kept glancing at the doorway hoping to see Hank. She really needed to talk to him about last night. About halfway through their performance, Hank came out and stood before the band with a big smile across his face, clapping his hands together. "Thank you so much for letting us play over here. I can't tell you how much my students and I appreciate it," Mr. Perkins said, happily after they had finished playing their song. The Girl with the Silver Trombone Hank hadn't stopped clapping, even when Mr. Perkins was talking to him. Mr. Perkins' smile faltered. "Congratulations sir," Hank began. "I have never, in my entire life, heard Christmas music reduced to the sound dying cats, flatulence and epileptic seizures. In fact, I didn't know such a thing was possible. I'll be having nightmares for weeks. I can tell you that my hemorrhoids are more enjoyable than your music, but I'm a man of my word and you may keep playing." Ellie couldn't help herself and laughed out loud. She quickly stifled them after the round of angry looks she endured from the rest of the ensemble. "Sorry," she squeaked, between giggles. Hank disappeared into the coffee shop next door. "I know he's a little crabby," Ellie said defensively. "He did let us play here though." Snorts of disgust ran through the rest of Ellie's band mates. Ellie didn't care though. The band played another song, and after they were finished, Ellie was surprised to see Hank standing off to her side. He walked up to her and handed her a cup of hot cocoa. "For me?" she asked. "Of course," Hank said. "You're coming to see me after you're done, right?" "Um..." Ellie was suddenly not sure it was a good idea. "Yes, "she said though. "That's a good girl," he said and grabbed a big handful of her ass as he walked past. Ellie squealed and jumped a little. Then she turned beet red. She took a drink and then set the cup down and got ready for the next song. Ellie looked up and saw Mr. Perkins staring at her with a look of shock. He had seen the whole thing. "Are you okay?" he mouthed angrily. Ellie nodded her head vigorously, showing a forced smile. Candace Thompson, who was standing directly behind and to the left of Ellie, leaned in close to her ear. "Did that old man just touch your ass?" All Ellie could do was nod. The next song started and soon Ellie was too busy playing Christmas songs to care. It had started to snow. When the band was done playing, and packing up their gear, Mr. Perkins and Candace walked over to Ellie. They were out of ear shot of the rest of the group. "Ellie, we need to talk," he said. "No we don't," Ellie replied, polishing a few smudges off of the surface of her silver trombone. "I saw that old man grab your bottom and you didn't even care," Candace chimed in. "I saw it too Ellie," Mr. Perkins said, putting a hand on Candace's shoulder to quiet her. "I'm over eighteen Mr. Perkins, and he wasn't molesting me...I mean I'm not mad about it," "You...you..." Candace stammered. "I think I should go talk to him and your parents," Mr. Perkins said. "I think..." "Like she gives a flying monkey fuck in a hail storm what you think." Ellie was relieved to see Hank standing there. Both tattle tail Candace and Mr. Perkins stood there silently, not knowing how to respond. Ellie finished packing up her trombone and stood up. Hank held out his arm, and Ellie hooked hers into it and she walked toward the clock shop arm in arm with him. "Ellie," Mr. Perkins called after her. "Why don't you tell him to fuck off?" Hank whispered into her Ellie's ear. Ellie giggled. "I can't do that. That's not how I am. In fact, I don't even know why I'm walking with you to your shop." "Oh, yes you do girl. You know exactly what you're doing and why you're doin it." He was right of course. Ellie knew exactly why she was going to Hank's shop. She wanted to see his massive cock again. She wanted to see it squirt all over her again. Ellie knew exactly what she wanted for Christmas now. It was Mr. Longbone. "Ellie! Come back here right now," Mr. Perkins yelled. He was really pissing her off now. It really was none of his business what she did on her own time. Hank looked at her with raised eyebrows. Ellie nodded and turned around. "Fuck off, Mr. Perkins!" she said loudly, and then turned around so he wouldn't see her having a fit of giggles. Ellie was relieved when they entered the clock shop and Hank closed the door behind them. He pulled the deadbolt shut and posted the 'closed' sign in the window. Ellie turned to face Hank. "It's about last night. We...I...we shouldn't have done what we did." "You're wearing Edna's favorite sweater," Hank said, leering at her. "Yes...well, my mom said I should." "You told your mom about us?" "No...not...I mean there's nothing to tell." Ellie was suddenly feeling very hot and very uncomfortable. "I think I should leave and never come back." There, she had said it. "You're not going to thank me for taking you home safe and sound last night?" "Thank you," Ellie said. "I mean...how did you get me home and get back here. I don't remember." Hank laughed and grabbed a small bronze bottle from one of his shelves. "Are you telling me you didn't enjoy last night?" "No...I'm not telling you that. I'm telling you that I was drunk and...I did enjoy it ...but what if we made a...I..." Hank closed the distance between them. Ellie loved the way he smelled. He was a real man. She wanted to ask him what kind of cologne he used. Hank leaned forward to kiss her. Ellie responded without thinking, opening her mouth and kissing him back passionately. His strong hands roamed her body and she could feel his massive erection pressed against her. She moaned into his mouth. Hank could see someone outside looking through the window. He thought it looked like one of Ellie's band mates. He decided to give them a show. "Ellie take of your sweater." Ellie did. "Now, be a good girl and take off that bra." Ellie reached back behind her and unclasped her bra, letting her massive, heavy breasts spill out. Hank whistled and picked up the bottle. "What's that, Hank?" Ellie was cold and her thick nipples were pointing at Hank. " body oil, and I'm going to squeeze some between those big titties of yours and fuck em. Get on your knees." Ellie did and Hank squeezed a liberal amount all over her boobs, meticulously applying to her wondrous love jugs. Then, he took off his pants and underwear. Ellie would never have thought to try what hank was going to do. She was excited to try it. Hank had rubbed the oil all over her boobs, paying special attention to the area between them and told her to get on her back on the floor. Hank straddled Ellie and she squeezed her huge boobs around his cock. "Oh...I've been thinking about these all day," Hank grunted as he started fucking her tits. Ellie looked down at Hank's cock sliding between her boobs. It was mesmerizing. Neither of them noticed the horrified look on Candace's face peering through the glass and neither of them noticed when she returned a few moments later with Mr. Perkins. "Here it comes, baby," Hank grunted, as his first shot of jism plastered Ellie's chin and neck. His next shot splattered across her face and then he pumped the rest between her huge boobies letting it pool on her neck. "Oh God, Hank," Ellie giggled. "I wasn't ready for that." She scooped up the jism on her face and into her mouth. "mmmmm, you're delicious." Hank smiled down at Ellie and then stood up. He went over to the counter grabbing a roll of paper towels and throwing it down to her. "Clean yourself up before you get home. Can I ask you something?" Hank asked, pulling on his pants. "Yes," Ellie replied, having a difficult time getting all of Hank's cum off of her. "Tomorrow's Sunday already, and I've got a dinner thing with the Chamber of Commerce that I was invited to and well...you're coming with me aren't ya?" Ellie didn't know how to respond. In fact, she didn't know anything at this point. This man had gotten her drunk on purpose so he could have his way with her and stolen her panties and now he wanted to ask her on a date? To top it off, it wasn't really proper date request either. "I...my..." Ellie stammered, remembering that her own mother and father were going to the same chamber of commerce dinner, since they owned a postal shop in town. They would be horrified. Ellie broke out into an uncontrollable fit of laughter that lasted until she felt like her head was going to explode. She finally stood up straight and looked at Hank, who was standing there looking at her like she had lost her mind. "Okay...on one condition...I mean two conditions or deals I mean." Hank gave her an evil smile. "Well three then ...ha-ha..." Ellie put on her bra and Edna's sweater. "First, you have to start being nice to Mr. Perkins. I owe him big time. Second, I'm not easy...I mean I want us to be...you know..." Hank moved closer and pulled Ellie against him. "Don't ya know that you're already mine?" "Well," Ellie cleared her throat. "I...okay." She smiled and snuggled against him. "Thirdly, you have to take me back here after the party and make...make..." She couldn't bring herself to say what she wanted him to do. "I intend to, girl. I intend to." When Ellie left the clock shop, there was no one else around. It had started snowing, but not so badly that Ellie had any trouble getting home. When she got home, she was slightly surprised to see her dad's Buick not in the driveway. Ellie assumed that her parents were probably out Christmas shopping. She didn't think too long on it and went up to bed. She was still exhausted. She was asleep by the time her parents came home and she didn't hear them talking about her in hushed whispers in the kitchen. The next morning was Sunday and everything was back to normal. Ellie's mom was cooking breakfast and they were all getting ready for church. Ellie's mom and dad seemed a little distant, but they didn't say anything. All during the service, Ellie's thoughts drifted to Hank and what he was going to do to her after the party tonight. She blushed more than a few times as she thought about him and his wonderful cock. After church, things took an irreversible turn for the worse. "Ellie, would you have time to have a word with me?" It was the Pastor's wife. Ellie had always liked her. She was one of the nicest people Ellie knew. Not seeing her parents anywhere and knowing that they usually spent half an hour after church socializing, Ellie didn't see a problem with it. "Sure," Ellie said, still lost in thoughts about Hank and his massive appendage. She followed the Pastor's wife to the old Parrish house behind the sanctuary. It was used for Sunday school classes and meetings of various types. As soon as Ellie walked into the door, she knew she was in trouble. Sitting in a small circle of chairs was the Pastor, her parents, Mr. Perkins, Candace and Mrs. McFadden, a cranky old coot who had been a famous author years ago. Ellie's anger raged. She was never one to get angry, but it was uncontrollable at this moment. "What are you all doing here?" She glared at the pastor's wife, who looked way guiltily. Ellie's mom spoke up first. "Ellie, please sit down and hear us out...just for a minute. We're all here because we love you." "No! You're here because...because...I know why you're all here!" The Pastor spoke next. "I apologize for springing this on you Ellie. I know it's a shock. We're here because we know that you've made some...bad choices and we don't want you to get hurt. We want you to know that with Jesus' forgiveness and love..." "You don't like Hank," Ellie said. "Who?" she Pastor. "Mr. Longbone," Ellie snapped. Mrs. McFadden coughed. Ellie's mom stood up. "I forbid you to see him again. Candace and Mr. Perkins told us everything. You're sick honey." A tear streamed down her cheek. "You're lost in sin." "He's not...Hank Longbone has done some bad things in his life and has strayed far from the..." "Oh would you shut up!" Ellie said and stormed out of the door, almost knocking the Pastor's wife over in the process. She walked the entire way home, glad that she had decided to wear her fur lined boots and heavy coat to church. She was done with the church. She walked the whole way home, stormed up to her room, and grabbed as much of her stuff as she could fit in her Honda and drove away. She drove to the Mall; glad that it was open on Sunday's and just walked. She walked and walked and walked. How dare they try an intervention on her? How dare Candace and Mr. Perkins spy on her? What had they seen? They could only have seen what she did last night? Ellie felt really embarrassed. "Oh, God," Ellie said, suddenly feeling very ill. Did her mom and dad know that she had wrapped her boobies around Hank's penis and let him ejaculate between them? How would she ever look her mother in the face again? She checked her cell phone. She had ten missed calls from her parents and it was nearly five O'clock. She had promised to be Hank's date for the chamber party tonight and she was going to keep her word. She left the mall and drove to his place. The door was locked, and of course he didn't have a door bell, so she knocked as hard as she could. He appeared a few minutes later, letting her in. "Ready?" he said. He was dressed to the nines with a tie and jacket. "No," Ellie said brushing past him and up the stairs to his bathroom to get ready. She had packed a small black dress that hugged her body and looked really cute. It made her boobs look enormous. She knew Hank would like that. "Wow! God damned! You're going to give me a heart attack. Jesus, you look delicious!" "Thank you." Ellie smiled and walked over and melted against Hank. He felt so strong, despite his age. "Can I stay here tonight?" "I was going to insist that you did actually. Now let's go. We're running late." Hank led Ellie around to the back of his shop where he had a vintage 1957 Chevy. It was immaculate. "We go in style, you and me, eh girl?" "Would you please call me Ellie tonight?" "Yes." Once they arrived at the banquet hall, Hank led them near the back corner of the room. "Ya get yer food quicker back here," he said, grinning. "You're so romantic," Ellie said laughing and shaking her head. Hank just grunted and ordered them both a gin and tonic. She scanned the room and saw her mom and dad up near the front. They were busy socializing and hadn't noticed Ellie walk in. The dinner went really well and it was very good. Hank ordered Ellie a few more drinks and although not drunk, she was feeling very good. A few of Hanks friends popped over and Ellie got more than a few dirty looks from some of the women. Hank just sat their proudly. After dinner, they started handing out the year end awards. Ellie's mom and dad won one for the outstanding business of the year. It was bittersweet to see them up on the stage accepting their award. In years past she had been up there with them. "We're up next," Hank said, his face suddenly lighting up. "What do you mean," Ellie asked. Was he going to win an award too? For what; nastiest business man of the year? Ellie almost spit her drink all over the table as she was overcome with a fit of laughter. Hank gave her a dirty look. "And now for the award for Business person who has given the most back to the community," The emcee said loudly. "This is actually his third time winning it. This time he's decided to actually show up and receive it." The crowd laughed. "He's just given ten thousand dollars worth of instruments, sheet music and equipment to the high school music and choir programs as well as another two thousand dollars in scholarships. Let's hear it for Hank Longbone!" The crowd went wild with applause and Ellie could hardly believe her ears. "That's you!" she said as Hank stood up. "You have that much money? How...I thought you hated music?" Hank leaned closer to Ellie. "It's just that it reminds me too much of Edna sometimes and it's Christmas music I hate...I...well you remind me of Edna. Let's have some fun with these people. Come on." He helped Ellie our of her chair and with his arm around her, they walked up to the stage. "Ellie!" her mother hissed as she saw her up on stage with Hank. Hank took the microphone. "Thank you. You know I don't think piss about these plastic things, but still I thank you because Edna would have appreciated it. Music was important to her... so it is for me too." He held the plastic trophy up high and smiled. Ellie just stood there, starting to feel awkward. The crowd applauded wildly. "Oh..." Hank said looking at Ellie. "I'd like to introduce you to my fiancé, Ellie. She's a big, big..." Ellie elbowed him in the ribs. "...supporter of music too." Then he leaned over and kissed her quickly on the lips and squeezed her ass for good measure as they walked off the stage. Ellie grinned from ear to ear as they walked past her parent's table. Both of whom, looked like they were going to have seizures at any moment. "Well, girl? Will you?" "You probably already got me pregnant anyway." "That's not really a yes." "That wasn't really a proposal. You probably better though, or everyone will think I'm a slut." "Well. you..." Ellie punched Hank in the side as hard as she could and laughed. "I haven't even seen your bedroom yet." He let out a painful breathe. "You will tonight, girl. You will tonight." "Get your hands off my daughter!" Ellie's parents had run around the edge of the room and now stood in front of the door looking very frustrated and angry. "Please...I'm eighteen now. You have no right. I'll be around tomorrow to pick up the rest of my stuff." Ellie's dad gave way as Hank moved forward. "The wages of sin are death, Ellie. Remember that!" he said, as they walked past. "What does that even mean," Ellie said, almost through the doors with Hank. "But, what are you going to do?" her mom pleaded. "You asking me, woman?" Hank said with a wicked grin spread across his face. "I'm going to bang the..." Ellie yanked Hank through the doors before he could finish and they practically ran to his car. Was it her car now too? They drove back to Hank's place in silence. Once inside Hank offered to make them some drinks. "It's late," Ellie said. She nodded that she wanted one though. "I can't sleep right now anyway and you're going to be up for a while, girl," Ellie grinned and then walked back to Hank's bedroom. It was a lot cleaner and nicer than she had thought it would be. He had a huge bed. What was she doing here? She didn't even know this man. Just thinking about what he said he was going to do to her on this bed, was getting her wet though. Ellie wasn't going anywhere. She slipped out of her dress, took off her bra and panties and lay back on the bed with her legs spread wide. "Oh, Hank...can you come in here for a moment." "Christ girl, did you get lost in there or something," he called from the kitchen. "Or something," Ellie said laughing and squeezing her huge breasts together for effect. Hank entered the bedroom and froze. Ellie could actually see his cock lengthen inside his pants until there was a long, thick lump there. "What are you waiting for? Don't you want to fuck your young, enticing fiancé?" The naughty words flowed from her mouth. Ellie would have never believed that a man of Hank's age could move so fast, but he was completely naked in under fifteen seconds. He crawled up onto the bed and between her legs. "Oh fuck!" said Ellie as she felt the tip of Hank's massive cock against her sopping wet pussy. "Wait." "I can't...what do you..." "Promise me two things," Ellie said. "Anything." Hank entered her. "Uh...God...never...Oh...God... use that thing on anyone else ...but me." "I promise," he said and thrust all the way inside her. Ellie almost exploded in orgasm right then. "Uh...Oh fuck." "What's number two?" he said as he started to fuck her with long, slow strokes. "I can't... remember....please make love to me...I..." "I've got one for you," Hank said and pulled his cock all the way out of Ellie with a with plop. The Girl with the Silver Trombone "No...put it back in please..." Ellie felt so empty. "God damn you, put it back in!" "Marry me," "I..." he had said it at the dinner party, but did he mean it? "Do you...please...put it back in me." "You can have this every night," "Then yes, I'll marry you...OH JESUS!" she yelled as Hank drove his monster all the way home. He fucked her like a man possessed driving in and out of her like a machine. She reached around grabbing his ass as he fucked her, grunting her pleasure at him with each thrust. Hanks cock felt so wonderful driving into her and filling her up completely. Ellie lost count of how many times she came. After an eternity Hank grunted and his cock swelled. "I'm cumming baby! Uh!" He pumped her full of his seed and then rolled off of her gasping for breath. "Next time you're on top!" Ellie laughed. She could barely breathe herself. She could feel his sperm leaking out of her pussy. If every night was going to be like this, Ellie was going to be a very happy girl. Hank was out of breath and his face was all read. "That was...girl....whew!" Ellie turned on her side. "You okay lover?" She blushed. She had just called him lover; an old man that she only met a couple of days ago. She gently stroked his hair. "Yes...I think maybe I can sleep now. I don't think I can move. Can you turn off the lights, girl?" "Ellie!" she said punching him in the arm and getting up to turn off the lights. By the time she got back in the bedroom. Hank was snoring loudly. She looked down at his naked body. He was still muscular and in good shape for his age. His massive cock was still huge, even in its flaccid state. She had a sudden urge to take it in her mouth and please him, to taste herself on him, to feel him ejaculate in her mouth and swallow him. She sat down on the edge of the bed, picked up her cell phone and sent a quick text to her mom. She told her that she still loved them, that they couldn't stop her from being with Hank and that she still planned to go to Stanford and not to try to call her for a few days. After putting the cell phone down, Ellie got down on the bed and sucked Hank into her mouth. Her large breasts were molded against his leg. She grasped his large, heavy balls in her hand, applying gentle suction to his cock. She wasn't letting these things get away ever. She moaned around his shaft as it grew inside her mouth. This was going to be the best Christmas ever. It already was. The end. Sethp 2011