0 comments/ 27323 views/ 8 favorites Ellie & Her Adversaries By: jay.palin This is a long romantic tale of jealousy, selfishness and cruel love, told in eight parts. Part 1 I looked out the window at my car parked in the driveway, and noticed Ellie, my girlfriend's married sister, washing the inside of its windows. Tess, my girlfriend, was in another room playing the piano and I was bored – at loose ends – since no one else was in their parents' house, to which I'd been invited as a weekend guest. I gave Ellie a quizzical look through the window, she gave me a broad, dimpled smile, and continued with her work. Curious, I walked outside and stood behind her, by the open car door, as she knelt on the driver's seat. "You don't have to clean my car," I said, somewhat embarrassed. "I know, Rick," she said, "but you know how I love it. I figured that if I did you a favor you might let me drive it. I'm gonna do the upholstery next!" The new, chocolate brown Porsche 911T was definitely a fine machine, but no finer than the beautiful, 26-year-old Filipina who was cleaning it. Probably by coincidence, this morning she was wearing an outfit that matched the car's color, a pair of skin-tight brown jeans and a ribbed turtleneck sweater that hugged her full-breasted upper body like a second skin. As I stared at the succulent round globes of her ass moving back and forth while she scrubbed, a hormonal charge zapped my groin and I muttered, "What a thing of beauty!" "Yeah! This has always been my favorite car," she said, then looked back at me over her shoulder and saw where my eyes were resting. A brief smile came to her lips and her buttocks twitched, then she turned away and started spraying and wiping down the upholstery. "Well, are you gonna let me drive it? Tess'll be practicing all day for her concert in a few weeks, so you can come along and coach me!" I'd been dating Ellie's younger sister, Tess, for almost a year, if "dating" means maintaining two separate apartments and otherwise being nearly inseparable. It was 1974. I was an early-thirties, white, Vietnam vet who'd gotten a doctorate and was working at an educational R&D lab that prepared inner-city kids for employment. The job now bored me, having evolved into a bureaucratic sinecure. Unlike her curvy, 5'4" Filipina sister who'd inherited many Spanish genes, my girlfriend Tess was more "Asian looking," – a rather angular though willowy woman at 5'7" with true almond eyes – a grad student in music ten years my junior, and an already accomplished concert pianist. I'd met her when she was working part-time at the lab as a secretary to an African-American woman with whom I'd had a brief affair. That woman had subsequently resigned after a jealous blowup at the office involving yet another woman. "Sure! A run down to Big Sur might be fun," I said, jumping at the chance to get out of the house. It'd become habit for Tess and me to drive from San Francisco to the sisters' parents in Carmel on weekends. Today her folks were gone, which allowed their youngest daughter a full day of uninterrupted piano practice. On this particular morning she was working on a piece by Josef Haydn. And, on this weekend Ellie's husband, Don, had stayed behind in the city, leaving we two significant others to fend for ourselves. Before hooking up with Tess my relationships had been brief, fiery, and many. As a grad student I'd been married for a short while and had no intention of settling down again soon, regardless of how appealing a prospective mate might be. But Tess had captured my attention and I'd become at least monogamous, leaving behind a very active sex life. Aside from her exotic, Asian looks, she was mature beyond her years. And, the entrancing hours that I listened to her classical piano music soothed what in retrospect was my very troubled soul. Plus, we were phenomenal together in bed, which was of primary importance to me. I wasn't yet aware of it, but my repressed memories of military combat – and a personality that today might be called "bipolar" – made me less than an emotionally stable boyfriend. Aside from these shortcomings, though I didn't yet know it, both Tess and Ellie had plans for me…quite apart from one another; on reflection, plans that I wish they hadn't had. "How do you like the family?" Ellie asked, as we drove down Highway 1, the scenic road overlooking the Pacific, north of Big Sur. She'd switched on the local classical music station and we almost had to shout over the strains of a fiery piano Etude by Franz Liszt. "Fine," I responded. "Your folks are very nice." I hadn't really gotten to know the girls' older half-brothers and sisters and their kids, who'd drifted in and out on previous weekends. "We're a big family," she said. "You'll get to know the rest…but, there's plenty of time for that." The way her small, beautiful tan hands worked the steering wheel showed she was an accomplished driver. Always wary of the commitment involved in getting to know a woman's relatives, I said, "I don't really know how to handle big families." I was comfortable with the relationship I had with Tess, as sexually charged as it was, and wanted to avoid complicating it with the inevitable pressures caused by parents and siblings. "Tess'll bring you in slowly," Ellie murmured, down-shifting expertly to speed past a slow truck. "She'll do it a little at a time," she added, seemingly aware of my hesitance to discuss the matter. "She hasn't met my Mom, even though she lives just three miles away," I said, hoping to use that fact as a standard. "Of course…my family's quite different." My Dad had died and I hardly knew my mother any more. Closeness had not been one of the values in the Pedersen household. "I know," she said. "I had a white boyfriend before I married Don. There was always an undercurrent of…distance. The fucking was great, though." I was struck by Ellie's candor, and apparently it showed. She'd never mentioned sex in any previous conversation, regardless of context. My eyes lingered for a moment on her stunning 34C-24-34 body while she drove, as I ruminated on its sultry feminine secrets. She glanced at me quickly and snickered, "Does that bother you, Rick?" "Uuh…no. Not much bothers me any more," I said dishonestly, wondering where our talk was going. "Well, it worries Tess, since sex seems to be the focus of your relationship," she said. "Sisters gossip, you know." Great! I thought to myself. I'll bet you two have even discussed the sounds I make when I'm rutting! "She's happy that you're so supportive of her music…but she's concerned that you both seem slaves to your libidos. She also wants to live with you. She's tired of keeping two places and staying over with you just to fuck and play the grand piano." I couldn't think of a better reason to be close friends with a woman – especially the same woman – yet I wasn't about to admit that directly to my particular woman's sister. Two nests are better than one, I thought. Separate addresses keep people…sane. In Tess's case, of course, there was the added appeal of her musical talent, which I respected tremendously. Yet, after nearly a year with her it seemed odd – though I refused to speculate on the reasons – that her sister seemed to be speaking in her stead. Ellie pulled into the parking lot of a restaurant and said, "Let's get a take out sandwich and walk down to the beach. But wait just a minute," she whispered, grasping my forearm and holding on tightly. "I want to hear the end of this," as she listened to the radio. I watched her lean back in the seat and close her thickly lashed eyes as the nippled ridge of her breasts rose and fell excitedly to the conclusion to the Rondo from Chopin's First Piano Concerto. The slight smile on her moist, succulent, half-open lips made my temples throb for a moment. So did her grip on my forearm. "That's positively orgasmic," she muttered, opening the car door and stepping out when the piece had stopped. "I didn't know you were a fan of classical," I said. Apparently, she and her sister were both devoted to the musical arts. "It was my minor in college. I played the violin. Just never performed much," she answered. Armed with our lunch, we descended the path down to the surf and Ellie handed me her sandals, which I stuck in my hip pocket. I watched her tiny, perfectly-formed, tan feet caress the wet strand as we walked, her polished red toenails acting like miniature stop signs for skittering sand crabs. "Remember when I met you a year ago…at the party you threw when you were house-sitting for your folks?" she asked. "Yeah…the night Don insisted on being the chef…when he burned the barbequed steaks," I laughed, recalling the evening of a year before. "Uh-huh. He's still embarrassed about that, by the way," she said. "Filipino guys can't barbeque beef...only pork. It's just not in the gene pool!" she chuckled. "Anyway, on the way home he said that Tess would probably do anything she could to lasso you in marriage!" This was becoming the most personal conversation I'd ever had with Ellie. Her almond eyes flashed brightly as she continued to talk while we ate. "Yeah…?" I said, waiting for the next bit of illuminating information. "I told him I hoped she would…that I'd like to have you close…uuh, in the family," she said, sitting on a large rock and drawing up her knees. Her sculpted tan ankles contrasted fetchingly with her dark brown pants. "You probably know I've been married before, Ellie," I said, "and the last thing I'm ready for now is a new wife." "I kinda thought that," she said. "Marriage is fine, for having kids…as long as people can remain faithful." "You and Don seem to be doing okay," I said. She seemed to ignore my comment. "Would you ever be unfaithful to Tess?" she asked suddenly, standing, looking down behind herself, and brushing sand from her high, round butt. "The thought's never occurred to me," I responded, honestly. "We're pretty compatible…sexually." "That's what she tells me," she said, looking at me appraisingly and allowing her eyes to sweep up and down my tall frame. "I've been super straight since I met Tess," I said truthfully, implying to Ellie that I'd been completely faithful. "Before her, there were several women at work, and before that…". "I'll bet you were a stud, weren't you, Dr. Pedersen," she interrupted, smirking. "No…but pretty wild," I admitted, with due humility. She turned and started walking away from the water, saying something that sounded like, "Don's being…," which I couldn't hear. I watched her round buttocks roll sensuously under her snug jeans as she walked through the soft sand. There were other people on the beach, strolling, and a couple passed us, giving a smile and nod as Ellie continued pacing toward the rocky cliffs. I caught up with her and said, "I didn't hear you." "Don's being unfaithful to me," she said, flipping her thick, black hair angrily over one shoulder and continuing her determined pace to a tall rock outcropping at the base of the cliffs. I walked with her, then fell in behind as the passage between two high rocks narrowed to a sandy trail snaking into a dark cave. She walked directly into the cave and disappeared from sight. I stopped, honestly not knowing what to do. "Uhh…Ellie?" I called out. "Come in here. I want to show you something," I heard from the darkness. I entered the cave and she was sitting on a huge, flat rock, smoking a cigarette. "How do you know he's playing around?" I asked. I couldn't believe that handsome, straight forward, naïve-acting Don – the honest, methodical, Filipino pre-law student – was having an affair. "She's some chickie at State," she said. Don had worked for years and was now finishing college late while Ellie was the couple's breadwinner, working as an administrator at a business college. "They're probably fucking right this minute," she muttered, dejectedly. "What're you gonna do? Can I help?" I asked, truly concerned about her obviously injured feelings. "We'll see," she breathed quietly, taking a deep drag on her cigarette and briefly illuminating her stunning face. "Hear those booming waves?" she asked, drawing my attention to the sound of surf echoing from deep within the underground cavern. "They remind me of timpani – kettle drums – in an orchestra." I failed to see the connection between kettle drums and her husband's adultery. "And see this rock?" she asked, patting the top of the flat granite on which she sat. "I lost my virginity on it when I was in high school." "Nice…very evocative," I exhaled, playing along with her as she relived her moment. I now could imagine two horny teenagers grappling at one another in the romantic gloom of this natural stone concert hall...experiencing their first carnal love. I'd popped my cherry on the shabby backseat of an old Chevy. "I'll be honest, Rick," she said, rising and walking toward me, "you appeal to me…a lot." She stopped as her warm breasts touched me below my sternum, stubbed out her cigarette, and wrapped both arms around my neck, surprising me as she smothered me with an open-mouthed, tonguing kiss. Her sweet saliva was tinged with the taste of tobacco, but the fresh scent of her hair and the softness of her succulent figure immediately switched me on. Acting automatically, I raised her luscious body off the sand and she whimpered as my hands covered her butt, her back, her shoulders and – letting her slip slowly down to her feet – her full, fleshy breasts, which heaved as she gasped for breath. "Touch me, Rick…please touch me," she begged with a whine, and without hesitating I unbuttoned her jeans, feeling her velvety skin for the first time. My hand slipped palm first over her silken tummy and into her bikini panties to part her wispy pubic hair. A thick, hot syrup oozed from the slit between her labia. Following my first touch, she frantically hunched her plump, soaking pussy at my questing fingers for about ninety seconds, shouting into my mouth as she reached an orgasm. She trembled for another half minute, then hung from my shoulders, mewling little sounds of feminine pleasure into my shirt. When she'd regained her composure, she pushed herself away quickly – as if ashamed at acting so wantonly – re-buttoned her jeans, and walked to the cave's entrance. My heart was still beating rapidly as I wrestled ambivalently with the urge to proceed further. Still muddled, I brought my warm, slippery fingers to my lips to taste her juice as my mind raced to grasp the significance of the moment. Staring out between the rocks at the breakers crashing to shore, she said, "I'm not an easy woman, you know. I've never been unfaithful to any man, least of all Don. At work I have to fight off guys all the time." "But you're contemplating an affair…with me…as revenge," I said, guessing the direction of the conversation. "I watch you and Tess a lot," she said. "She's very clever. Spoiled. Manipulative. Cunning. She's the baby princess, used to getting what she wants. She's like my husband in that way." "I'm aware of her nature, Ellie. But that's not what's pushing you toward infidelity." We started walking back to the path leading up to the restaurant. "I miss the closeness Don and I used to have, Rick…the sharing of emotions, thoughts and feelings. That's why I like you. You don't say much, but your eyes reveal everything. You're deep…sensitive…and mature. The way we respond alike to things…it's almost as if, inside, we're somehow…wired together." Softly and truthfully, I said, "You don't know me at all," at the same time quickly weaving that emotional veil that had always protected me from the designs of others…especially females. For years with women, the only thing that had pierced its opacity had been my cock. "Perhaps better than you think," she said, as we started climbing up to the restaurant parking lot. "Look, I'm gonna take this slowly. See those cabins across the road? That's a motel. I know your history. If all I wanted was your body I'd have either sucked you off in the cave or we'd be humping ourselves silly in one of those rooms." We shared one of her cigarettes outside the car before driving back, this time with me behind the wheel. "Ellie…I'll need to think about this," I said, turning onto the highway. "Go ahead. I already have," she said, her fingers tapping my right leg in time with the notes of a Debussy Prelude that was on the radio. On the road back to Carmel she was silent, but her nimble hand never left my leg. "Not a word to Tess, okay?" I announced, as we pulled into the driveway. "Of course not," she responded. "Just tell her the truth…that we drove down to Nepenthe…that's Neh-penn-thay…and had a sandwich. Tess was still practicing, playing a particularly difficult movement of a Schubert Sonata, when we walked in. Part 2 The following weekend we didn't go to Carmel, but during the week I'd gotten sweet, daily calls from Ellie at the office...just saying hello. Saturday morning I went to Tess's place to do some maintenance on her older car parked in the garage. As usual, we made hard, noisy love when I arrived, then I went downstairs to the garage to work. A while later I went back upstairs to use the toilet. I heard the doorbell and heard laughter and talking before I came out. It was Ellie, I discovered, when I exited the bathroom. Though I'd kept my distance from her during the previous week, my heart rate – and my libido – spiked when I saw her. "Hi!" she said, beaming and giving me a familiar hug. She was dressed in a dark blue cotton mini-dress, held up by two narrow straps, which showed the delectable tan slopes of her breasts, the full, curvy flesh of her flawless legs, and her tan shoulders and back, all of which rendered me breathless. I could almost see the stitching in her well-filled bra through the thin material. On her head was a white golf visor, which drew my eyes to the thick, black mane of her hair. On her feet were elevated cork wedgies, showing her plump little toes with polished nails. "Careful!" I said. "I'm covered with grease from the car." "Not your car!" she said. "There's not a spot of grease on it." "No, I'm putting new shock absorbers on Tess's Ford." I was wearing a dirty tee shirt, baggy shorts and clunky climbing boots. Raising her eyebrows, Tess said to me, wickedly, "We were talking about sex and how fast some men cum. I told Ellie that it took you forever," she said, and they both dissolved into conspiratorial laughter. Slightly embarrassed, I said, "Well…I'll let you continue…," and turned to go back downstairs. I'd always become uncomfortable when women – and men as well – spoke about the sexual behavior of specific people. "Does Don cum quickly?" Tess asked her sister in her usual pointed, disarming manner, as if I weren't there. I saw Ellie blink her big eyes exaggeratedly and ask, "Is that quick?" and they both giggled at the suggestive reaction. I'd been witness to their salacious bonding in the past – in contrast with their sibling competitiveness – and got the feeling that they'd discussed this matter before. So, I was glad to get back to the garage, under the car, and deal with something I could handle…something quite different from two lusty Filipina sisters with fucking on their minds. A half hour later I heard Tess begin practicing her repertoire again…a few measures of one of Rachmaninoff's Preludes. After a few minutes I saw Ellie's flawless legs, from the knees down, approach the front of the car, which was propped up on blocks. The lower half of my body, from waist to feet, protruded from under the vehicle, just next to where she was standing. I took the opportunity to drink in the sight of her limbs…in terms of all feminine criteria, light years in advance of those of her sister. I reached unconsciously for a rag to wipe my hands of grease, inwardly hungry just to touch her legs…to feel their smooth, muscular resilience. Ellie & Her Adversaries Unable to see the rest of her, I heard, "Well, Dr. Pedersen, this is a part of you that I've never seen. Your legs!…in shorts!" I wished that I could have said the same of her, but I'd been secretly obsessed with her matchless limbs for almost a year, ever since I'd first seen her in a skirt. Just this past week I'd awakened during the night with an erection, dreaming vividly of the treasure that lay between Ellie's legs, up at their moist nexus. "I brought down some lumpia that I made…in case you're hungry," she said. Upstairs, Tess was launching into a Schubert Nocturne on her spinet. Still watching Ellie's legs from her thighs downward, I saw her step out of one of her wedgies and scratch her other calf with her big toe. "My hands are greasy, Ellie. I'm too dirty to eat," I said. "C'mon…scoot out here. I'll feed you," she offered. I inched my way from under the car, sliding over the drop cloth I'd laid on the floor, until my head was nearly clear of the bumper, right next to where she was standing. She didn't move, but stood there with one hand perched fetchingly on one hip, and the other holding a small plate of the delicious, deep-fried vegetable and pork snacks native to the Philippines. Half-smiling, and looking down at me from heavy-lidded black eyes, she lifted one foot and placed it outside my chest on the opposite side from where she stood. She was straddling me, and affording me an uninterrupted look straight up at her pussy, covered by white bikini panties. I groaned out loud as I felt my cock begin to swell…and she puckered her lips, silently acknowledging the reaction she'd caused. "Now…open your mouth, you bad boy," she said in a girlish, mock-disapproving voice, squatting down until her crotch softly met my pulsing groin. Then, changing to a softer tone, "I'm gonna tease you and make you hard, 'cuz you kept me waiting all week," she murmured sexily. The heat emanating from her soft mound against my stiffening cock was driving me crazy. I was getting more erect by the second. I gulped the first morsel and she whispered in question, "You like?" looking me in the eyes with false innocence. "Ooohh…yeeeaah…mmm…delicious," I murmured in thanks. Upstairs, Tess was repeatedly battling a difficult Schubertian passage. Without asking, Ellie thrust another snack into my mouth and I chewed it rapidly to swallow. "Goood!" she said, and wiggled her hot, panty-covered snatch against the near-rigid bulge in my shorts. I ate another lumpia as she looked unblinking into my eyes and muttered, "Now…I didn't bring a napkin, so…lick my fingers clean…please." I did as she asked, taking first one, then another, and yet another, finger deeply into my mouth, bathing them with my saliva. She closed her eyes as I was doing this and her face flushed – as much as her gorgeous tan complexion would allow – while she sat the plate on the floor and began panting as she hunched against my clothed erection. The nails on her free hand began to dig into my pecs, since she was now using my chest to hold herself upright as she continued her lewd grinding. She was every bit as strong-willed as her sister…and just as lascivious. Suddenly the music stopped upstairs and Ellie was off of me, standing quickly, straightening her mini-dress and the visor on her head. There was a thin sheen of perspiration on her lovely face. "Can I help?" she asked loudly, as if nothing had happened. She turned away slightly and I nearly drooled at the sight of her round, tan, butt cheeks, half-exposed by her brief panties. "Uuuhh…yeah." I said, momentarily collecting myself. "Hand me that tool, please," I said, trying to gather my wits while still sporting a rampant hard-on. "No…not that one…yeah…the big, long one," I said. "Gawwd, I love it when you talk dirty," she exhaled, handing a large wrench to me as I slowly slid back under the car. Try to be cool! I told myself, shakily occupying myself with mechanical tasks. Just at that instant Tess began a Scriabin Etude upstairs. I'd hoped that she'd continue with the Schubert. It's a very long piece and – had she played it to its conclusion – my grease monkey fantasy might not have been interrupted. "You're pretty dirty…on your legs," I heard Ellie say, innocently. "Want me to clean you off?" "Naahh, I'll shower later, thanks," I said, my heart rate slowing. "It's okay. I have nothing else to do, and you've got lots of clean rags." I didn't answer her. Instead, I felt her dabbing at places on my upper thighs, and gradually approaching my groin, which was again responding to her feathery touches. Then, suddenly, the rags were gone, Ellie's fingers were at the zipper on my shorts, and she was drawing it down. I started to blurt out something but she beat me to it. "Ssshh! Not a word, Rick. As long as the music's playing, we're okay. She won't surprise us. I want to do this!" she said in a stage whisper. I didn't have time to warn her about the condition of my crotch. After Tess and I had fucked that morning, I'd just thrown on my shorts to work on the car, so my genitals were coated with our combined smelly nectar. But apparently this didn't bother Ellie. In retrospect, it probably turned her on. I felt a bit shocked, though – and very vulnerable – as my cock sprang from my now open shorts. It became instantly cold from the air in the shady garage, chilling the film of love juice covering my cock. Upstairs, Tess had concluded her romantic piece and segued seamlessly into Beethoven's Emperor Concerto. Downstairs, with my soiled, mechanic's body half-imprisoned under her car, I was about to feel the loving attention of her sister's mouth and throat, accompanied by one of the most heroic piano compositions ever written. "Aaanngh!" I groaned loudly as both of Ellie's hands slid from my balls to my glans, then down, followed by her slick, hot mouth. She had squatted, straddling me, kneeling on the drop cloth for leverage, and begun to slide her soft pussy to and fro against one of my legs as I felt my probe slip to her epiglottis. She mewled deeply in her throat as she pulled off, wanking me slowly with both hands as I gasped feverishly. "Oh-ohhh!" I moaned as she repeated her cycle, with the moist, gyrating panty crotch between her legs leaving my shinbone slippery and cold. "Mmmmnn…verrry tasty, Rick!" she whispered, and increased the tempo of her up and down sucking movements. Feeling her thick hair brush my legs, I raised my head to see the rich black mane sweep up and down my thighs, framing the lovely Filipina face that fused with my thick, bulging column of flesh as it cycled between her protruding lips. "I love…tasting my sister…on you," she murmured lasciviously. "It's something…I could get used to!" she muttered, giving me a quick, positively devilish, grin before she very slowly eased down onto me, not stopping until I was in her throat. "Ah…Jeezusss…Ellie!" I cried, suddenly rendered helpless by the tightness that gripped my cock. She slowed immediately, as Tess began noodling away on the keyboard upstairs, apparently having lost interest in Beethoven. But, just as I thought she would stop and again threaten us to stop our lurid interlude, she started the Finale from Tchaikovsky's First Piano Concerto, and I was once more on my way to heaven, flicking my hips upward at the drooling mouth of her sister. I was transported, both by the music and by Ellie's ministrations. The lovely woman was now taking deep plunges and moaning – humming – in her throat, as her hips lashed forward and backward, masturbating herself against my leg. I raised my head again and saw saliva pouring from her lips as she poked my dick into her throat. Two streams of mucous had started to course from her nostrils down her upper lip to mix with the growing pool of liquid soaking my pubic hair and balls. She was getting close to an orgasm herself, and at this point I could think of nothing better than to let myself go at the precise moment that she climaxed. But Ellie wasn't yet quite there. She pulled off of me to give her jaw a rest, and gasped, "Wantcha' to cum, Rick. Gimme your cum. Wanna drink your cum," and dropped her head again, continuing to bob up and down and exhort me, "Cum…cum…cum…please cum." I lay my head back down and closed my eyes, listening to my girlfriend upstairs fill our ears with the sublime strains of the Russian's concerto, using all 88 keys as she sped toward its roaring conclusion. Then I let go, as Ellie's thrashing hips began a halting, jerky, series of spasms, and we both cried out, releasing ourselves in climax, as Tess crashed through Tchaikovsky's final 32 bars. When at last it was silent, I was physically as well as emotionally drained, having filled this gorgeous married woman's gullet with what felt like a huge load. A few post-performance keyboard tinkles were heard from upstairs as Ellie's peaceful face lay on my groin with her eyes closed. Her breath came in rasping gulps, like a young athlete who'd just crossed the finish line after a long, strenuous run, and a thin rivulet of my semen ran from a corner of her lips onto my belly. "My…Gawd…Rick," she whispered. "Nnuuunngh!" I countered, absolutely speechless. After several moments she said, "I'd better get up," and climbed off of me slowly, at which point I zipped up my shorts and crept from under the car. "Clean up my face, please?" she asked, which I did, dabbing at the cum on her lips and chin with a clean rag. "I'd better go back upstairs, too…change my panties. I brought a fresh pair. I'm gonna start doing that when I know I'll be around you," she added, pointedly. "Isn't Don at home?" I asked. She shrugged. "He left early this morning…said he was going on an overnight retreat with his pre-law study group." She looked at me directly, which told me she hadn't believed him, and started to rub grease spots here and there on herself. "This'll give me an excuse to use Tess's shower. Don't wanta give away our secret, do we, lover?" she asked, kissing two fingers and putting them to my lips. "You heard me…lover. You're gonna be seeing more of me…real soon!" I felt positively schizoid, emotionally torn between the two women. As Ellie left for upstairs, I knew there were too many untold lies forming already. I was also afraid that they'd catch up with us…real soon. Part 3 I couldn't get Ellie out of my mind. I spent every night that week at Tess's, fucking her viciously while trying to exorcise the image of her sister from my head. Ironically, each morning I'd leave for the office with my girlfriend convinced that I loved her more because of our frenzied mating of the previous night. All the while we were grappling I was imagining her body as a surrogate to staunch the new hunger that I had for her elder sister. To make my manic obsession worse, each day I'd receive breathy calls from Ellie at my office, a couple of them lapsing into phone sex with her masturbating in my ear, pleading with me to take an afternoon off and rent a motel room. I felt completely off-balance. But, as I'd done before, I soldiered on. The following weekend, the family home in Carmel was jammed with people. Most of the girls' elder siblings and their families were there and I was pleased to take a backseat as a minor, unmarried guest. Saturday night was marked by a late night poker game between sons, sons, Ellie and me. She and I had successfully avoided embarrassing situations all day, but now she sat across from me at the large poker table, running her bare foot along the inside of my thighs. Her husband, Don, had cashed out of the game early and Tess – who didn't play poker – was watching TV in the adjoining room, along with a collection of sisters and kids. I lost badly at cards, inwardly using the excuse that Ellie was distracting me with her temptations, which wasn't entirely untrue. The game ended, and those couples who were staying overnight repaired to the rooms upstairs. Don and Ellie, being the youngest of those married, were relegated to sleeping bags in the TV room, where I was to sleep on the sofa. As the lone single woman, Tess would later submit to convention and sleep upstairs with some nieces. I joined her on the couch – what was to be my bed – to watch the classic movie, Casablanca. Normally, we'd have a little furtive sex, which we'd accomplished on previous weekends when I'd slept in the TV room. Unfortunately, Don had turned in early, laying out the double bag that he and Ellie were to share between where we were sitting and the TV. He'd burrowed in, facing the TV, and immediately fallen asleep. Ellie wasn't with him. Apparently she was upstairs – engaged with nieces and nephews – or was performing her pre-bed toilette. Tess and I had been apart all day, so that she now gave free rein to her appetites, so usual for us when we were at one or the other of our apartments. She'd already removed her panties and was straddling one of my legs, hunching away at it while she plumbed my mouth with her tongue. Had Don been awake and facing our way, given Tess's short skirt, he could easily have seen her dripping pussy rubbing against my jeans, since she was facing me with her back to the TV as I sat on the sofa. Then Ellie came in. With only the light of the flickering television, I saw her enter the room silently like a cat. She was dressed in sheer black tights, without a hint of a panty line. She wore a filmy, black top of the same material, sleeveless, cut like a man's "wife-beater" undershirt, which stopped with an elastic band just under her full, high breasts, unhindered by a bra. The smooth flesh of her arms, shoulders and midriff glistened in the blue-gray half light. I looked over Tess's shoulder at her sister and could see the black vee of Ellie's pubic batch and the dark, protruding circles of her nipples and aureoles peeking through the stretchy material that clung to her. She'd had her hair cut the previous week, and it was shingled back over her ears, then had been gradually scalloped down to the middle of her back. I'd seldom seen her look sexier…more profoundly desirable. She moved tentatively, since she'd apparently removed her contact lenses, which served to accentuate her graceful slippage into the double sleeping bag – unzipped on her side – next to her husband, Don. Forsaking the movie, she lay facing Tess and me wide-eyed – at the moment I assumed blindly, without her contacts – as we groped and hunched on the sofa. With her back to her sister, Tess raised her leg to straddle both of mine, and unzipped my fly. Her lips were at my ear and she whispered, "Fuck me, baby!" With my lips to her ear I rasped, "Ellie's still awake!" "Ooohhh…I don't care," she groaned and, slightly more loudly, said, "I want you…now!" My year with Tess had shown me that she nearly always got what she wanted. She unfastened my pants to jerk them down over my buttocks. I must admit to raising my butt slightly to assist her, since she'd been stroking me to a rampant erection for quite a while. At that moment Don started to snore gently. On the TV screen Bogie's character, "Rick," and Bergman's "Ilsa," were drinking bubbly in a café in a flashback of their brief Parisian affair. Ilsa's marriage was, at that moment in the movie, unknown to the American saloon keeper. My eyes dropped down to Ellie, her face mostly obscured by the darkness as she lay facing us. Tess then raised up, positioning my cock at her moist opening, and sat down on me, issuing a breathy, "Uh-nngh." She was on me to my balls, and began slow…agonizingly slow…liquid hip movements to rise up, then deeply swallow my stiff probe with her soaking quim. We continued fucking for about ten minutes, with my hands gripping Tess's small, muscular butt as her internal muscles pulled at my hardness. She maintained a constant, breathy, exhaling cadence, gasping into my ear as she brought herself very slowly to an excited plateau. As she ascended further, my eyes locked onto Ellie, who had pulled back the upper half of the sleeping bag on her side and lain on her back. Still watching us, she'd spread her legs widely and stuck one hand into her tights to masturbate. How long she'd been doing this I don't know. I didn't really care, since I was so captivated by the incredible sweetness of the sight. Correction. Sweet was not me watching Ellie, which was as perverse as her watching her sister fuck me. Sweet was what was on the screen, as Sam – the black musician in the movie – was singing As Time Goes By, accompanied by his great piano work. It was, instead, gentle…the way Ellie was fingering herself, her mouth open in a profiled "O" with her head thrown back, as she imagined – I was hoping – that it was me pleasuring her in some way. I pictured what she must have been seeing from the floor…my bulging prick embedded in her sister's cunt, slick with her juices and reflecting – shining in – the TV's feeble light. That was my last clear thought, since Tess chose that moment to climax, grunting audibly, "Unh, unh, unh, unh," at which point I speared deeply up into her and released a generous hot load. As I pumped my last into her sister, I saw Ellie stiffen, arch her back, and utter a little gasp, which signaled her otherwise soundless orgasm. Before Tess dismounted, kissed me and went upstairs, her sister had pulled the top half of the bag over herself and was feigning sleep. Grabbing my pants to hold them up, I stepped around the two bodies on the floor and switched off the TV, plunging the room into pitch darkness. Back at the sofa, I unrolled my sleeping bag, stripped to my boxers, and started to lie down. In the dark I felt a hand grip my ankle, then work its way up my calf and thigh, past my groin to my waist, pulling my shorts down to my feet. I sat down and immediately felt Ellie kneeling between my legs, her long, thick hair brushing the inside of my thighs. In a flash she was slowly sucking me erect. This is sweet, I thought to myself. In the dusky blackness I heard her breathy whispers between mouthings. "It's okay, Rick…, I told you…I could get used to…this taste. I've always fought…Tess…over men. But soon…I won't be playing…second fiddle…to her!" I didn't understand the firmness of her comment. Given where we all sat in this figurative orchestra, what other part could she possibly play? In retrospect, it could've been first flute. I awoke shortly after dawn, hearing morning sounds in the kitchen. Ellie was up already, and Don still slept peacefully. Dressing quickly and following the scent of coffee, I discovered her preparing breakfast. "Morning, sunshine!" she said, cheerfully, and quickly covered my mouth with a furtive kiss, whispering, "You tasted so good last night!" She'd brushed her teeth and smelled wonderful. My mouth didn't, so I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat in the breakfast nook, content to watch her scramble eggs and let my brain piece together the prurient events of the post-midnight hours. She was still wearing her tights, bottom and top, yet had donned a gray skirt, and a blue dress shirt of her husband's, to cover her outrageous curves. She periodically stole glances at me, smiling radiantly. "Don's finished midterms so I'm taking the week off and we're staying with his parents in Salinas," she said. She crossed one lovely bare foot over the other in a cute, hesitant sign of insecurity as she told me this. "I'll miss you," I mumbled, which drew a serious, lingering look of resignation from her. She started to reply but stopped as we heard footsteps coming down from the upstairs bedrooms. It was Will, an elder brother and surgeon, husband of Cassie – accustomed to a doctor's early morning hours – who maintained a practice in San Francisco. We muttered a dawn greeting to one another and he joined me in the nook with coffee. Ellie & Her Adversaries Three hours later we were in the Emergency Ward at Carmel Community Hospital. Tess had awakened and discovered that she was half-blind in both eyes, unable to see anything to the left of straight ahead. Suspecting a stroke, Will had summoned an ambulance and, after a while, much of Tess's family was filling the entire waiting room…parents, brothers, sisters, kids…and me. I felt shattered. Lost. And, more than a little guilty at the memory – just hours old – of Ellie having fellated me in the darkness of the TV room after her sister and I had made love. My body was grungy, I was unshaven, my scalp itched, my mouth tasted worse than before, and all I could do was hold my head in my hands and look at the floor. I was really down, and began thinking back. I'd been disgusted with my job for a year and had wanted to quit, which I'd tried unsuccessfully to discuss with Tess. My self-image was shot. Until I'd met her, in previous years I'd been a cad, taking out my frustrations on the bodies of countless women. And now I'd cheated twice on my girlfriend – whose physical health was suddenly marginal – with her elder sister! Ellie and Don sat on either side of me, being my closest friends in the family, and she periodically stroked my shoulder in a comforting, reassuring way, which did little to assuage my guilt. It was late afternoon when Will came out with the attending physician, and gave us the news. "Not much to be worried about," said the doctor. "It appears that a clot has formed in the brain and blocked the signal that stimulates the optic nerve on the left side. It occasionally happens with women who've taken birth control pills for an extended period of time." "Is it permanent?" I asked. "Very doubtful," assured the physician. "She's so young that in a few days other cells in the right side of Tess's brain will have assumed their new duty. Of course, we'll keep her here to monitor her improvement." "She'll have to postpone her concert," said Ellie. "I'll handle that," I offered. "The calendar's open, so…maybe in a few weeks…?" I questioned, looking at Will. "Good, Rick," he said. "I'll stay 'til tonight and keep you apprised by phone. You'll be at home?" "Yeah, but can I see her now?" I asked, suddenly thankful that there was a doctor in the family. Cynic though I was, I'd harbored a profound respect for medics since my experiences in Vietnam. "She's resting, ol' buddy. Just go back home, relax and go about your business. I'll keep you abreast of what's happening," he said. I was one of the last to leave, saying goodbye to Don, Ellie and Will. I made the trip north to the city in under two hours, throwing caution to the winds, almost daring highway patrol officers to pull me over. At home I ate, cleaned my funky body, shaved, put on a robe, cracked open a magnum of Chardonnay and turned the stereo volume up high, using Mahler's romantic symphonies to soothe my confused anxieties as I hoped for a reassuring phone call that didn't come. I looked wistfully at the Steinway baby grand that I'd bought for Tess – too large for her small studio, hence forcing us to keep it in my much larger apartment – and wished that she were here to soothe my feverish brow. What'll we do about birth control now? I wondered. Gawd, was I ever selfish…and awfully depressed. Close to finishing the bottle of wine, I heard the unwelcome sound of my doorbell. The alcohol had distilled my depression into anger as, barefoot, I lurched down the carpeted stairs to my first floor entrance. Not bothering to peek through the curtains on my glass-paned front door, I jerked it open, fully prepared to insult whomever had the poor judgement to be visiting me late on a Sunday evening. It was Ellie, looking pale, wan…almost frightened. A suitcase stood beside her on the porch. "Ellie! I thought you…". "We had a fight. I came back with Will and Cassie, then got a cab here. Can I come in?" she asked, plaintively. "Of course!" I said, grabbing her suitcase and ushering her in. She was still dressed in the tights she'd slept in the previous night, and the morning's impromptu costume of gray skirt and Don's blue shirt, covered with a short, denim jacket. She slipped inside and I sat down her suitcase in the small foyer, causing our bodies to nearly touch. She looked up at me with clear, sad, almond eyes and her little chin started to tremble, "He said he was going camping with one of his brothers for a couple of days. He wanted me to stay with his folks and wait 'til he got back!" Then, she sobbed, "I know he's going away with that woman he's fucking!" and her shoulders started to shake. This was a side of Ellie that I hadn't previously seen. She'd always seemed so…together. But the devastated look on her beautiful face showed profound emotional distress and the ultimate female humiliation and betrayal. Of course I hugged her, feeling her tension immediately melt as my arms surrounded her with her cheek touching my chest, warming me through my bathrobe's deep vee neck. We both needed comforting, I realized, she for her unraveling marriage and I for my manic reactions to recent events. But the rich, musky scent of her luscious, un-showered body overrode any therapeutic impulses. Her small, curvy frame spurred to immediate life my already coursing adrenalin and another dozen or so of my raging male hormones. Refusing to acknowledge the potential negative consequences, I gasped, "Ellie…," as I brought her mouth up to mine with two fingers under her chin. She whimpered as our lips touched, for a second very tentatively, then passionately, with our tongues lashing at one another. Her jacket came off first, as she ripped open my robe, her warm hands caressing my naked front. She reached behind herself and unbuttoned her skirt, which pooled to the floor. I lifted her two stairs up to more easily kiss her as, together, we stripped off her husband's shirt. Next, she reached under her filmy top and pulled it over her head, baring her incredibly taut breasts, which thrust forward arrogantly, inviting my hungry lips and hands. My fingers kneaded their firm flesh as I sucked hard at one, vacuuming its stiff nipple and aureole deeply into my mouth, causing her to groan deeply. As I switched to her other breast, she was struggling to peel off her tights, which were so snug that she began whining at her failure to get them down her thighs. "Rip them off!" she gasped in desperation, which I did, hearing the scanty fabric tear from my violent tugs. She was now stark naked and sinking to the stairs, spreading both of her legs to allow me instant access to her moist center. She climbed backward, up two or more stairs, as I shed my robe from my shoulders and dropped my head immediately between her legs to cover her plump vulva with my open mouth. "Ooohh…Riiick!" she yelped, as my tongue greedily sank into her, my lips closing around her opening and sucking down the first tasty drippings of her copious lubricant. We'd both wanted this…for weeks as best I knew, maybe longer…and our minds were screaming, Now! Now! Now! insofar as our minds had anything to do with it. Our bodies had their own agendas as well, and cumming was right at the top of their respective lists. Without the wine I'd consumed, I probably could've climaxed just by looking at her and listening to her passionate entreaties. Given the alcohol, however, I was ridiculously priapic, hard as the proverbial rock, and prepared to do us both some good. Determined to make this memorable, I kept eating her, spreading her delicious, mushy, hairy labia with my thumbs and lashing at her throbbing pink clit with my tongue, until she came with the force of an onrushing train. Ten feet inside my front door, Ellie filled the narrow stairway corridor with a good two minutes of the sweetest, throaty, feminine groaning that I'd ever imagined possible. Still trembling as I raised my head from her prominent, juicy mound, she looked down at me through slitted eyes and opened her legs further, bracing her little feet on one higher stair, and beckoned to me with her fingers, gasping, "C'mere." I was resting on my knees briefly, with my angry, blood-filled staff jutting up at an angle, not six inches from her flowery pussy, and she whispered, "Please come inside me, Rick. I've wanted you for so looong!" Her eyes closed briefly and she whimpered as my spongy head grazed her quivering inner petals. "Ahhh, Gawd, Ellie!" I cried, as I felt that first electric touch of flesh between two new lovers – that blinding, searing, shard of pure, unadulterated joy as the rigid, hot male penis pushes aside the equally hot, wet inner lips of the receptive female's vagina. She opened her eyes to look up into mine and it was something special…a seemingly bottomless plea for love and tenderness. As normally guarded as I was, at that moment I felt in my hardened heart the planting of the seed that blossoms into all-encompassing bliss. I sank into her softness as she thrust up to meet me, then we thrashed at one another blindly, savagely, clawing at one another for a few minutes until she came quickly, shrieking. I grunted ferally and growled in empathy, then slowed down…very gradually…with the arrogant male satisfaction that Round One had come off so well. When our breathing had returned to normal, I eased myself off of her, slipping from her wetness as she moaned disappointedly, and grabbed her large purse and my robe. "Bedroom?" she asked, breathily. "Yeah," I gasped. "We'll get the suitcase in the morning," and I pushed her two stairs up with one hand on her hot, silken bottom. I noticed a slight abrasion across her lower back, where our frenzied movements had rubbed it pink against the carpet, and made a mental note to treat it tenderly at a later time. She'd not yet risen to her feet as my fingers slid across her oozing pussy and I barked, "Wait!" She turned her head back to me quickly, startled at the sharp tone of my voice, her eyes nearly round with surprise. I crept up behind her and gently reached forward under her to cup her full breasts and bring her back toward me. I heard her exhale in relief as both of her knees were brought to bear on the same step, spread widely, and my tumescent meat eased slowly into her again until I struck her cervix. "Ohh, my Gawwwd…Richard," she moaned. "Jeezusss, yesss, ohh…ohh…ohh…ohh," she panted, thrusting back against me, as my eyes devoured the sublime, tan female form that welcomed my manhood. I watched with delight as my swollen girth slid back and forth in her slit, pulling with it on the outstroke the wet, wispy pubic hairs that encircled her clasping labia. My hands left her breasts, their fingers departing reluctantly from her stiff, corky nipples, and passed across her armpits, which rasped with a slight stubble, and caressed her lovely, silken shoulders, then down her back to her waist. My thumbs pushed firmly against the muscles on either side of her spinal valley and she mewled with pleasure at the brief massage. Still exhaling little encouraging gasps of pleasure, she continued thrusting back at me, impaling herself vigorously on my probe. The dimples at the top of her buttocks flattened then hollowed…flattened and hollowed…countless times as I drilled her lewdly. I lifted my hips with the aid of one foot on a higher stair and grazed her G Spot, then dropped them to poke at her cervix, then flicked them from side to side, wanting to – no, determined to! – acquaint myself with every portion of her tight, sucking vagina. I stroked her sumptuous bottom, running fingers around my cock to show her my fascination with her cunt, gathering her juice and buttering her buns with it, even teasing her shiny little tan anal star. Ellie was appreciative, and let me know it vocally. As her excitement mounted, and as I became more pronounced with my lurid stirrings of her insides, she began crying out loudly as I pounded into her. A continuous, throaty stream of, "Unhh…unhh…unhh…unhh…unhh," escaped her open mouth, inviting more hammering from my loins, which filled the stairway with sounds of thwop…thwop…thwop as our hot flesh slapped together, seeming to melt and dissolve into one undulating form. And again she began to orgasm, this time beginning her vibrations from deep inside, which transmitted themselves to her beauteous quivering butt. She turned her head slightly to the side so that I saw her slack-jawed mouth open in profile, and I plunged into her as hard as I could. Her eyes were closed and her lips peeled back over her teeth as I ground my glans against her cervix, slipping as deeply as I could into her womb. Then she simply screamed, "Aaaaawwww, Fuuuuuuuuuccckkk!" and froze in one position until her elbows gave way and she collapsed to the stairs, gasping, "Mmmmnnn...mmmmnnn…mmmmnnn." When we'd both gained our breath, I whispered, "Okay, hon…ey…now let's…go to…the bedroom." She groaned, and stretched her stiff legs out straight. I switched off the stairway light and we staggered up to my room, where I turned on a dim lamp and tossed her purse next to the bed before stripping back the covers. She bounded onto the sheets, butt first with legs spread and pulled back expectantly, apparently anticipating my still-rampant cock to plunge back into her. "Uh-uh," I grunted, and flopped next to her in a sideways "69" position. Once again I buried my face in her gooey, hot vulva as she whined gratefully and slipped her velvety mouth over me. Sometime later – since time seems inconsequential to lovers – Ellie climaxed again from my oral teasing. As she cooed my name and other soft, womanly, sounds, I abruptly pulled away and quickly flipped her onto her knees, with her head and shoulders on the bed. I licked languorously the length of the pink abrasion above her bottom, then I lingered down to her crack and gave her anus several full swipes of my tongue, which caused her to pucker and gasp, "Rick! Noooo…I'm so dirty!" "Ssshh!" I countered. "I want all of you…," and resumed licking her rectum, causing her to mewl pleasurably and emit through its gradual looseness the bittersweet taste of her bowels. I supped eagerly at her little hole until she finally stopped moaning and merely breathed deeply, extremely relaxed. Sliding up to her side, she looked at me exhaustedly and said, "You're too much. I've gotta sleep for a while." I started to kiss her but she turned away, whining, "No! Not after you've sucked my ass! Go brush your teeth…you animal," she admonished, softly, with a giggle. As I rose, she grabbed my hand, bringing it to her lips, and kissed my fingers lightly. Returning to the bedroom, I discovered Ellie asleep, laying half on one side, with her face turned at an angle toward the ceiling. The dim light cast her naked body in a golden hue, gradually blending into mauve shadows. I stood looking at her for the longest time, marveling at the perfect architecture of her firm breasts and flat belly, which descended to her prominent, fleshy mons, thatched with wispy black hair, and the appetizing flare of her upper thighs rising from its borders. I took more moments to study her face. Her thick, glistening black hair had been cut attractively over her moderately high forehead, emphasizing the perfect occipital ovals from the outer end of her immaculately plucked eyebrows, down the curved bridge of her nose, to its narrow tip. Her high, vulpine – fox-like – cheekbones were nearly touched by her long eyelashes, which curled upward at the outer ends. Her cheeks narrowed to a small clefted chin, above which her wide, sculpted lips now lay half open, expelling her honey-sweet breath in barely discernible gasps. One hand lay splayed under a breast, with the other hand half curled next to her head on the pillow. By this time my cock had gone flaccid, yet a couple of pulses hit my groin involuntarily. My eyes misted momentarily at the vision of beauty before me and I turned off the lamp and slid next to her, spooning behind her to wrap one arm over her and grasp one breast, with my prick nestling nicely into the crack of her ass. She roused momentarily as we snuggled, mumbled something in her sleep, and reached back to grasp my member with her small hand. For a second I wondered if she knew it was mine. Regardless, as I heard her even breathing in the dark, I knew that for the first time in years I was feeling something far more significant than lust. Part 4 Before dawn I felt Ellie get out of bed and go to the bathroom to make toilet-flushing, splashing and gargling sounds. I tapped on the door and she opened it, smiling at me around her toothbrush. My cock was erect, t his time from a full bladder, and she giggled as I shifted the tides in the bowl with my copious stream. When I'd finished she said, "I knew I shouldn't shower, since you're probably gonna want to fuck 'til breakfast!" as she regarded my relatively stiff dick. "Here," she said, handing me my mouthwash from the vanity. "I'm not gonna kiss you 'til you clean your morning mouth," she snickered, walking out with her purse, back to the bedroom I assumed. I brushed my teeth and rinsed, looking at my half erect prick and shrugging. Walking out, I couldn't find Ellie in bed, though her purse sat beside it. Instead, she was sitting on the bench at Tess's grand piano, on which she started to play a few bars of Chopin's Ballade #3. "Didn't know you played," I said, sitting facing her, astride the bench. "Violin was my primary instrument. Tess passed me on the piano when I was about twelve. This is a beautiful model. She didn't tell me it was a Steinway 'A'." "Yup," I said. "Built in 1928…recently reconditioned…one of the finest." She stopped her playing, turned and looked at me, saying, "So are you, Rick." Then she leaned toward me and planted a warm, tender kiss on my lips. "You're too generous with her. Be careful," she warned, then scooted back on the bench to lift one leg over it, straddling the seat and facing me. Giving me a smoky look and fluttering her eyelashes, she said, innocently – girlishly – "I'm gonna suck your cock now, okay?" and took me into her mouth, causing me to grit my teeth and gasp as I once again felt the soft, heated tissues of her throat. Without the stilling qualities of wine, I was much more sensitive than the night before. Nevertheless, I probably could be depended upon to do well with a rampant morning erection. So, when Ellie had sucked me to the consistency of steel, she pulled off and whispered, "And now I'm gonna make you cum inside me, okay?" She looked at me again with a glance reminiscent of an adolescent girl as she stood up and wrapped her legs around my hips with her heels behind my buttocks as I sat astride the bench. "Comfy?" I asked. A devilish look glinted in her eyes and she said, "Oh, jes. "C'mon, beeg white boy. Do a leetle brown Pilipina girl a pabor, yeh?" she sing-songed, humorously affecting pidgin English. Again she kissed me, this time deeply, and raised herself up to place my cock at her opening with one hand. "Ohh…yeh…gib me your tee-tee in my pec-pec, Reeck!" she continued, using the cute little Tagalog colloquialisms for male and female genitals in a giggling, exaggerated accent. By the time she'd sat on me we were both moaning and nibbling at one another's faces and necks. In her passion, she'd switched back to California English. "Ohhh…Gawwd…Richard. I've wanted…to fuck you…on this piano…ever since I heard…you'd bought it," she confessed through clenched teeth. Then she was silent, emitting only grunts and moans as we thrust at one another for many minutes. Then her tone changed as she sped up, trying to make sense. "Th…Thank you…for last night. I needed you. I need you…Oh…Gawd…Rick, I…need you…I need you! Now!" she almost shouted as her vagina began gripping me more tightly. "Yeah! Now! Now! Cummm-ming! Now!…Ooohh…Nowwwwwww…".