6 comments/ 13437 views/ 20 favorites Elsa By: Michael142 To say that this was a beautiful day would have been to understate things to a great degree ... it was glorious! In late spring, it was warm, with just a hint of a breeze, just enough to tussle one's hair. The air smelled sweet ... not overly floral ... but just a general sweetness in the breeze. This day was a gift; one that makes you feel good to be alive. She was very pretty! She was sitting alone on the park bench, reading. I was struck by the overall look of her; her blonde hair and clear blue eyes that seemed to have captured the sky in them. She had such delicate features and was lithe of figure and limb. The breeze would occasionally lift her hem of her yellow sundress just enough to see a flash of thigh. Her dress had thin shoulder straps, which showed just enough cleavage to give you a hint at how lovely her breasts might be. They seemed to be firm, round, and a little larger than you might expect with such a diminutive girl. I fell in love with her instantly—I had to know her. My heart quickened as I approached her. As I sat next to her, I started with a casual comment, "Good morning, lovely day isn't it." She said nothing, but kept her attention fixed on her reading. I frowned a little at my complete lack of success in capturing her attention. "May I ask what you are reading, Miss?" Nothing! I decided to be more insistent, "May I ask what you are reading, Miss? I said loudly enough to catch the attention of a man fifty yards down the path. Without raising her eyes, she took out a little writing pad in a well-used leather cover, opened it and scribbled a note. It was then that she slowly raised her eyes to me, as she handed it to me with the slightest of smiles. It read, "There is no need to shout, but if you are patient with me, I read lips!" Oh my God, she is deaf, I thought. But, I was too taken with her and was insistent on at least the pleasure of a simple conversation with such a stunningly gorgeous creature. So I moved in front of her, sitting on my haunches and wearing a sheepish smile as I said, "Hello ... Miss. My ... name ... is ... Michael!" I said with kind of an exaggerated articulation. She covered her mouth with her hand to hide a giggle. Then she raised an eyebrow slightly as she wrote, "I am deaf, not an imbecile Michael! Nice to meet you, I'm Elsa." A little embarrassed, and now speaking normally, as I would to anyone else I said, "I'm sorry Elsa. You are very pretty." "She said "Thank you Michael, you have a nice face." She gestured the same message in American Sign Language (ASL) also. I was to learn that she does this so that people with whom she communicates regularly will start to recognize the signs. She uses the note pad only sparingly when she doesn't care to speak, or is embarrassed by her voice. Non-hearing people cannot hear their own voices, and so cannot correct the sound of their voice like hearing persons can. "I'm glad you like it. I did inquire about the book you were reading, just as a conversation starter. She smiled, and turned the book up to show the title. She was reading Mansfield Park by Jane Austin. I had always considered Jane Austin novels to be books for women ... I think most men do. A former girlfriend insisted that I read Pride and Prejudice and I just get into the story. What a terrifically well-defined character Elizabeth Bennett is! She was a strong and independent woman for her time. The somewhat dark and brooding Mr. Darcy was the perfect foil for her disgust at his arrogance. His pride and her prejudice against him made you wonder if they would ever get together. I told Elsa, "I have read it. It is a great read ... but I am certain that you have read it before. That's the thing I learned from her novels, that you see something different in them with each reading ... I have read Pride and Prejudice twice! I saw the most beautiful smile cross her face as she said carefully, "Michael, I agree with you completely. I feel the same way. I have indeed read this one several times as you suggested." I smiled back at her and decided to go for broke, "I was just on my way to a nice little coffee shop down around the corner here (pointing). Would you care to join me?" She looked me up and down, and I thought, "Shit! I struck out with a pretty girl ... again!" Then she smiled and nodded yes, snapped her book closed, and stuffed it in her carry bag with her notebook. I took her hand to help her up, and we walked the block and a half, with her arms wrapped around mine. She liked me! We had a nice little conversation over coffee and raspberry scones. She is quiet, but intelligent, and seemed to be well educated. I found out that she is twenty, and finishing her studies as a librarian, a profession where she would not have to over-use her voice. I also found out that she has a very devilish and somewhat bratty sense of humor, and teased me when she thought I was becoming too full of myself. She does not have a boyfriend or—what is the euphemism—a 'significant other.' She told me that a girlfriend had given her a couple of concert tickets she couldn't use, and asked if I was interested in going with her. It was for a concert by the local chamber orchestra, playing a Brahms and Shubert, program. I wondered why a deaf girl would be interested in concert tickets. I said, "Yes, sounds like fun!" She breathed a sigh of relief with a pretty smile, and gave me a peck on the cheek. Then she lowered her eyes, and blushed. That little touch of crimson on her cheeks made her look incredibly beautiful. She told me that she has been deaf since birth, but she has two hearing parents. She often prefers not to speak in the presence of strangers, or those who simply have difficulty understanding her, and that is the reason for the notebook. Some hearing people are 'put off' by the sound of her speaking voice, but I find it rather clear from someone who cannot hear what her voice sounds like. I grew to love the sound of her voice. She told me that I instinctively did the right thing when I started to speak to her, to introduce the topic of the conversation first to give a deaf person some context to follow. She said that most common signs like 'please' and 'thank you,' are relatively easy for people to understand whether they know ASL or not, so she uses a combination of speech and signing along with body language to communicate. As we talked, I was careful to face her, since I didn't know sign language yet, and found out that dating 'hearing' boys and men got to be a problem after a while. Mostly, they would give her up with the difficulty of communicating. They were sometimes gone when she didn't 'put out' on the first date. I told her that I could not promise anything, but that I liked her and would try hard to communicate with her. I walked her back to her place, which was a brownstone apartment building, and as we stood on the top step, she turned to me and said, "You can give me a goodbye kiss if you would like, Michael!" My lips just melted into her soft sweet lips. I just wanted to go on kissing this pretty girl, but we had just met, and I did not want to scare her away. I brushed a strand of blonde hair from her brow, smiled and said, "See you Friday, Elsa." She smiled and nodded. As I jogged down the stairs, I thought to myself, "Damn! Just ... damn!" She is sweet, smart and she has a wonderful sense of humor. I vowed to try very hard with his one. I could hardly wait until Friday, but had five days to wait. The outdoor chamber concert was great. She wore a light blue summer sundress; but carried a soft white sweater in case it got chilly. We found a seat near the back, and as we sat and listened, I found that just a slight touch on her shoulder would get her attention. I would describe the music to her at various points, and always received a smile and nod of understanding. I like Brahms, but chamber orchestras usually play some of the smaller, more obscure pieces. Although I was unfamiliar with most of the selections, I enjoyed them. I also enjoyed the light that played in Elsa's eyes as she watched the musicians. They had a local soprano singing a couple of Schubert songs (lieder) and during the first one, I used my finger to turn her face to me saying, "This woman is singing a song in German." I said, trying to let her know what was happening. She smiled at me and giggled saying, "Ja! Ich verstehe!" "Okay, so you understand German! Thanks for making me feel like a fool!" Her smile sweetened and she put her hand on my arm and she quickly added, "Not a fool, Michael, you were sweet to help me enjoy!" She might be deaf, but she enjoyed the spectacle of the outdoor concert: the lights, the people, and gleaming instruments. I felt that she was hearing it in her own way. And, of course she understood the German singers. My face is still a little red from that one! As the breeze picked up she started to put the sweater around her shoulders and I helped her into it, but quite accidentally bushed my hand against her breast as I did. She looked at me with a soft smile, and I mouthed the words, "I'm sorry," and she quietly said, "That's okay, Michael ... I rather enjoyed it!" then she giggled as she blushed a little. I pulled the sweater around her a little tighter as I peered down into her bosom, and put my arm around her. She cuddled up against me, wearing a satisfied smile. She casually put her tiny hand on my thigh, just above the knee, and slowly moved her fingers in a light circular massage as the musicians still captured her attention. At one point near the end, as I watched the musicians, l caught her looking at me. I turned my head, but she did not look away, instead, she smiled sweetly and slowly turned her attention back to the stage. I have seen that look on women before and I know that it means, "I like you, Michael!" I liked her too. She could tell (somehow) that the concert was ending, and clapped when everyone else did. I love music, but was wondering how I would share it with his woman, who also seemed to love it, but could not hear it. Being with her was going to be a challenge. I was to find out that few people are completely deaf, that most can hear something, and the vibrations give them a sense of the tempo, and the rhythm. As we got up to leave, she immediately curled her body inside of an embrace, as I put my arms around her. She reached up on tiptoes, and kissed me. We walked slowly back to the car, and drove her to a quiet and cozy little restaurant, for an après-concert snack, and maybe a drink. We shared a light meal, with wine, and had an Irish coffee to warm us up. In the car on the way back to her apartment, I noticed her hem slide up showing a lot of thigh, and she saw me noticing. The little devil on her left shoulder must have whispered in her ear, because she pulled it up another couple of inches with a naughty smile. I didn't dare spoil the moment by touching her, since this was our first real date. I enjoyed the sight of her shapely thighs. At her apartment stoop, we stood by the front door talking, and I felt a little bold, and asked, "Aren't you going to invite me up for milk and cookies?" She laughed, and I saw a devilish smile flit across her face, but she said, "Kiss me and go home, Michael." She tiptoed up and gave me a very passionate kiss. Her tongue brushed lightly against my lips, and I touched the tip of her tongue with the tip of mine. She responded by sliding her tongue further into my mouth and just as I was getting into this, she withdrew and said, "Thank you Michael, I had a wonderful time! Please call me ... i-if you would like!" I smiled and said, looking at her directly, "I will Elsa, honey" Kind of bold using that endearment on the first date, but she reacted to it with a smile. I took her key from her, opened her door for her and handed it back to her, as she disappeared inside. I skipped down the stairs and down the street to my car like a poor imitation of Gene Kelly. We went out several times over the next month or so, before she asked me in the car after a dinner date, if she would ever get to see my place. I answered, "Yes. Tonight if you would like!" she smiled and said, "Yes Michael that would be nice." She purposely waited well past our third date to bring up the topic of sex. Likely, some of her hearing boyfriends were more interested in sex, than a relationship with a deaf girl. She was just protecting herself, as someone who might be very familiar with heartache dealing with hearing boys. At twenty-three, I am really past the 'boy' stage. We have had enough dates for a little closer romance to occur, ever though we had parked on our third date. She allowed me to slide my hand up her skirt, and lightly massaging her panty-covered crotch. I also became intimately familiar with her softball-sized breasts. She is a very warm and loving companion, and I could not wait to get her into my bed. As we settled into my living room, I gave her a glass of wine, and put on a romantic movie, thinking that soft music would be lost on her. I was starting to get very good at sign language by now, and we often had wordless conversations—just signing. It wasn't long before we were necking, and my hand found its way up her skirt once again. She turned and pulled me down on top of her as our attention to the movie faded. I love kissing her. My face just seemed to melt into hers, and I just could not get enough of her. I slipped the straps of her dress down, and pulled the top of her dress down to expose her bra, containing her beautiful breasts. I kissed her as I massaged her large breasts with my hands. She was moaning a little from the touches to her sensitive breasts. I slid my hands down her body, letting my fingers explore the edges of her panties. I found a place to slip my finger in and drew it across her pussy. When I slid my finger inside her pussy, she moaned louder as she pushed her lips into mine harder. After a while, she broke the kiss, pushed me away, and a little breathlessly, she signed, "Can we find a more comfortable place to do this Michael?" Without a word, I picked her up in my arms and carried her up the stairs into my bedroom. She seemed to be enjoying the manly attention as she gently put her arms around my neck, and smiled sweetly into my face. I placed her on the bed on her back as she drew her knees up giving me a nice view of her panties. She must have listened to her little devil again, because she gave me the most seductive look I have seen from her as she signed, "Come and get it big boy!" The depth of passion in this seemingly innocent little girl never ceases to amaze me. Then all of a sudden, she put her hand to her side, and moaned a little as if in pain. "Oh my God, Elsa ... are you alright?" "Oh yes Michael, just an old injury, I get little twinges every once in a while. Come here and make love to your Elsa!" Her seductive smile returned almost as soon as it had faded and I moved into the bed and between her inviting thighs. I pushed her dress up a little and pulled her panties off as she lifted her hips to help me. God she was beautiful! She has the most perfectly formed pussy I have ever seen, lightly covered with blond hair. I moved my face between her thighs, and just took a moment to breathe in her female scent; She smelled sweet ... floral ... not even a hint of musk. My cock was straining at the fabric of my pants. As I touched my lips to her mound, she gasped loudly. Deaf girls just moan in a soft hum, as I was soon to find out when they are aroused. I tousled her soft pubic hair with my lips, just enjoying the feeling and aroma of her sex. I had to quickly reach down and rearrange my manhood to a better position as it was growing longer and harder. She breathed in sharply as I started to lick her little clit. She held her breath, but then let it out in little huffs as my tongue explored her moist pussy lips. She shuddered with soft hums as I slid my tongue inside her. I heard her soft sweet voice say, "Ohhh, Michael!!" After her strong orgasm from my attentions to her sweet pussy, we just lay in each other's arms. She was licking her juices from my mouth and tongue like a hungry little kitten. She was so happy, that tears started to form in her eyes. She mouthed the words, 'I love you!" as she looked deep, deep into my eyes. "Elsa, I am going to make love to you tonight ... all night!" I told her. She slowly nodded her head, and just slowly said, "M'kay Michael!" I was beginning to love the sound of her speaking voice. I was soft ... kind of a natural sounding voice, completely devoid of any accent. I love the way she said 'Michael' in her speaking voice. With hearing girls, it was just a name, but in her voice, she made it sounded musical. She pulled off my shirt and then went to work and my pants, unbuttoning and unzipping, she pulled them off as if she could not get them off fast enough. She started to take her dress off, but I quickly signed, "No honey, leave it on." The top of her dress was already down exposing her bra-covered breasts, so I reached behind to undo her bra, and pulled it off. She was now clothed in just her cotton summer dress; with the top pulled down and the bottom pushed up. I love the feel of flesh mixed with the soft fabric as I make love sometimes. Is that what they call a fetish? Not sure. I pushed her dress up further over her hips, as I gently fondled her breasts, sucking her puffy nipples into my mouth. She was in ecstasy! I don't know if she was lucid or not, but I had six and a half inches of throbbing meat wanting to be inside her. I slowly slid it in as far as I could, and I could see her vagina expanding to take in the thicker than average girth. She moaned as I pushed it into her. She was shuddering into her second orgasm as I just held it deep inside her. I started kissing her, noisily, sloppily, open-mouthed. I was mauling her mouth as I started a slow rhythm in and out of her. She had me so turned on! She was humming and moaning louder as I picked up the pace. Being our first time I did not want to pound it into her, so I reached a nice even but urgent pace. She grabbed my face and turning it toward her, and said in a breathless voice, "Oh ... Michael, I ... love it! Please ... fuck me ... good ... darling!" I never thought I would hear the 'f-word' escape those sweet soft little lips, but, I have to say, it turned me on. As I started to slid in and out of her sweet pussy more urgently, I decided to see how far she would go, and asked, "Tell me what you want me to do to you, Elsa!" "I want you to fuck me Michael! I want you to FUCK ME!!" "Tell me what a little slut you are for asking to be fucked!" "Oh Michael am such a little slut ... I am your slut!!" "Tell me how you want it sweetheart!" "I want you to fuck your little slut hard. FUCK MY PUSSY HARD, MICHAEL!!" She was pushing up against me like a little wild woman, flexing her hips to get me inside her as far as possible. Then she started to spasm, and screamed at the top of her lungs, as she came hard. She convulsed for a long time but I was not far behind as I stiffened, and came deep inside her, shuddering violently with each spurt. We relaxed with my cock still deep inside her, as we both started to cool down. It turned me on greatly hearing her talk dirty to me. I looked down into her sweaty face with its attractive blush, and I said, looking her in her liquid blue eyes, "How is my sweet, beautiful little slut?" Elsa, Eric & Mandy We left Eric, Mandy and their au pair Elsa entwined in a deep sleep after their first threesome. They had the weekend ahead of them with so much more to explore. This is only part of their further adventures – it will be left to the reader to imagine what further excitements they may share. Part One: Morning broke early for our exhausted lovers. Elsa was the first to awake and gazed with lust over at the cuddling Eric and Mandy with whom she had shared such eroticism the night before. She trembled as she remembered how she felt as she devoured Mandy while being fucked so wonderfully by Eric and how each of his thrusts drove her deeper into Mandy's flowing pussy. She started to grow wet and hot with the memories and decided to steal quietly to her own quarters to shower for the day. As soon as she finished showering and drying her hair, she slipped on her light silk robe and went to the kitchen to start the coffee. She could hear the shower starting in the master suite and Mandy's giggles as she and Eric showered together. She almost ran upstairs to join them but decided they needed their peace this morning. She was just standing at the sink waiting for the coffee to finish when she felt a soft warm body pressed against her back and a pair of long feminine arms encircling her waist. As Mandy kissed her on the neck and whispered "Good morning, baby", her hands stole slowly inside the loose opening of Elsa's robe to softly caress her breasts. Elsa leaned her head back on Mandy's shoulder and surrendered to the tender touches as her breasts were cradled and the nipples excited. She could feel her molten core dripping down her thigh as she moaned with pleasure. "Don't you want coffee or breakfast?" She was turned around to see Mandy standing naked and glistening with droplets from the shower. "All I want to eat is you" she smiled as she pushed Elsa up onto the edge of the kitchen counter and parted her robe. The robe fell off her shoulders to the counter, exposing her full Nordic beauty to a very horny boss. Part Two: Mandy pulled over one of the kitchen stools and sat between Elsa's legs. The young woman placed her feet on the edge of the counter and gladly spread her legs. After the night of pleasuring Mandy, she was ready to experience the feel of a woman's lips and tongue for the first time sine that night so long ago back home with Kristal. She had dreamed of this moment since the day she first laid eyes on Mandy; she was such a sensuous and desirable woman and Elsa had loved giving her so much pleasure last night. But now it was her turn. She gazed down at the mass of red hair between her spread legs as she first the first gentle breathes cross her pussy. It was a feeling she had lived for and she intended to enjoy every moment of it! Mandy caressed the inside of Elsa's legs with soft butterfly kisses, starting at her ankles, up past her knees and almost all the way to the needy juncture of where her legs met. She bypassed Elsa's burning womanhood and started down the other leg until she was sucking on her toes – one at a time. Elsa was begging for some release; she had started wet and horny since she first woke up and this was driving her crazy. But Mandy wanted her first taste of her young lover to be very, very special and was in no hurry as she reached up to caress Elsa's right breast while her lips continued their excruciating torture. "Please, Mandy! Please stop teasing me!" whimpered Elsa as she squirmed and wriggled her bottom closer to the edge of the counter in hopes of capturing Mandy's tongue where it was so badly needed. Her torturer placed her hands under Elsa's firm ass cheeks and helped her to lift herself clear of the counter. This gave Mandy access to the crack separating those rounded globes and her perineum. Easy targets for her wandering, hot tongue! As she ran her tongue from the top of Elsa's pucker and up across her sensitive perineum, Elsa began to buck her hips as she began to flow uncontrollably. With her tongue strategically placed at the bottom of the targeted pussy, Mandy was the recipient of a tasty appetizer for what was yet to be. Both women moaned with delight as they squirmed against their respective seats. Part Three: Mandy could wait no longer and drove her tongue as hard and as deep into Elsa's hot cunt only to be rewarded with the spraying of her victim's cum. Eric had told her that morning in the shower of Elsa's spraying but until this moment, she had found it hard to believe. Having been proven delightfully wrong, she continued to lap up every drop she could but even with all her efforts, the cum continued to flow and gush over her face and down her chin to coat her breasts and drip to the floor. She shoved the stool away where it toppled to the floor across the kitchen to allow herself even greater leverage to give Elsa more pleasure. Mandy couldn't believe that one young girl could keep cumming for so long and she delighted in the luck that had brought Elsa into their home and, finally, into their bed. It was all she could do to not miss a substantial potion of the blonde's issue; it was so heavy and thick. But the taste and texture was so amazing, Mandy was a determined woman and acquitted herself well as she drove Elsa to ever increasing heights and screams of pleasure. It wasn't long before all the noises – the crash of the stool and the moans from the two very busy women - emanating from the kitchen brought Eric to the doorway and he stood there transfixed as he watched his wife's beautiful bottom bob back and forth as she continued her assault on Elsa's streaming pussy. The sight of the young blonde's long sexy legs draped over his wife's shoulders as she pulled the thrashing mop of red hair tighter against her bush was enough for Eric's cock to spring free of his robes and he quickly doffed it as he strode across the kitchen floor towards the interlocked women. Elsa's glazed over eyes opened enough to see his approach and the firm cock she had been impaled upon the previous night leading the way and she grinned lazily at him. Without touching his wife's hips, Eric guided his rock hard cock into the opening of her pussy and plunged it until he bottomed out. Mandy gasped as she lifted her head from Elsa's pussy and tried to look around to smile at her lover and husband but the recipient of her loving astride the counter pulled her back to her duties by clamping her tightly with her legs and pulling her hair, twisted in one hand. Thus directed, Mandy resumed with her feast while her husband's invasive cock drove her harder and deeper into her young au pair's pussy. Part Four: Soon the threesome were moving in perfect sync while Elsa braced herself against the edge of the counter to keep her spread legs tightly clamped about Mandy's head, thus pulling her flat against her aching pussy. After all this attention, she had orgasmed so many times, she had lost count. Her cunt was raw with the attentions she was receiving from Mandy's tongue but she screamed out as she humped the pretty face of her employer as she came one last overwhelming time. As Mandy's mouth was filled with Elsa's discharge, she herself came with a gush on Eric's cock – now fully imbedded into her as he rammed deeper and harder with each thrust. In the inevitable chain reaction, this drove him over the edge and he flooded his horny wife's cunt with shot after shot of his thick cum until it oozed out from her in frothy bubbles around his shaft. Exhausted from all the action, Eric and Mandy withdrew and allowed Elsa to slip to the floor; she was so overwhelmed by all the attention received in the past twenty four hours that she almost collapsed on the floor on the kitchen but was rescued by being scooped up in Eric's strong arms. As he held her closely, Mandy leaned in to kiss Elsa fervently as her tongue battled with the recipient and their moans of mutual satisfaction echoed through the kitchen. "Enough, girls" laughed Eric. "Before I drop our love mate, Mandy, why don't you run up and fill the Jacuzzi so the three of us can get cleaned up and unwind before the next adventure?" While Mandy ran ahead to start the tub, Eric lowered Elsa to the floor and took her into his arms. As they hugged warmly, they exchanged kisses and Eric whispered into her ear that he still had a surprise for her for later in the day. In spite of her entreaties, he would not give up any details and they walked together to the master bath and the waiting hot bubbling Jacuzzi. As they entered the bathroom, Mandy was already reclining chin-deep in the aromatic bubbles created by the tub's jets and the fragrant oils she had poured in. She smiled lazily up at the beautiful nudes standing beside the huge tub and muttered for them to join her. Since the tub was sized to easily accommodate five, the three of them had plenty of room to clean and wash each other as well as to start the excitement flowing again. As Mandy lay back against the sloped end of the tub, Elsa lay on top of her and their tits rubbed sensuously against each other as they kissed passionately. Eric knelt between their spread legs and ran the curled fingers of both hands simultaneously into and to the front of the two exposed pussies. As he was able to find both their magic pads at the same time, they both arched into his hands as they rode his fingers and creamed into the warm soapy waters! They cried out in release as they were finger fucked by the very turned on Eric. He then finished his ablutions – with much assistance from his 'harem' – and the three climbed reluctantly from the tub to dry themselves on large white fluffy bath sheets. Part Five: Since the coffee was by now a forgone conclusion and the threesome were still hungry for more of each other, Eric led his two women to the bedroom where he guided them into a 69 so that they were soon greedily devouring each other. With Mandy on her back with her head pointed to the foot of the bed, this left Elsa with her bum raised invitingly towards Eric as he clambered onto the end of the bed. In his hand, he carried the tube of lubricant that would make his plans for Elsa be easier on her. She was as yet unaware of his 'surprise'. Leaving the tube of KY on the bed beside Mandy's head where she could see it, he proceeded to kiss Elsa's back as he knelt at the side of the two fully engrossed women. Starting at the nape of her neck, he allowed his talented tongue to travel down her spine until he reached the start of her crack. With each slow inch of travel, he could hear Elsa's soft moans of pleasure and as he continued down into the crevasse of her sweet firm ass, she spread her knees to allow him greater access. This also served to lower her pussy to Mandy's mouth so she was receiving double the sensations. Eric wondered if she had any idea what was coming shortly. He moved around behind Elsa now and ran his tongue from the back of her slit, along her perineum and around her pucker. She gasped with the heat of his breath in a place she had never been kissed or touched before and pulled away slightly with the shock. Mandy's hands gripped her thighs to hold them steady and then pushed up slightly on Elsa's hips to elevate her ass. As Eric continued to lave and circle Elsa's clean pucker, she started to relax and feel the first pangs of heat and pleasure. Her sphincter relaxed enough that Eric's tongue slid just inside and she started and jolted back as he sank deeper. With only two additional such invasions, Eric pulled back and returning to his knees, applied some of the lube generously over his index and middle fingers. Very slowly, he spread some of the pre-warmed gel onto Elsa's anus and then placed his fingers gently against her hole. She tensed for a moment but Mandy whispered words of assurance and comfort until she relaxed with her head resting on Mandy's stomach and her hair being stroked to calm her down. She felt a slight pressure and then a sudden excruciating pain that slowly dulled. Eric had paused just inside her to let her get used to the feeling of his two fingers. As he felt her insides convulse, he slowly pressed forward until he was embedded to the second knuckle of each finger. Her warm anal walls were lubricated and hot and tighter than he had ever expected. She truly was an anal virgin! Slowly, he twisted and moved those fingers inside her until she started to meet his thrusts and cry out "Oh God, Eric! That feels so good! Yess... please fuck me" Part Six: After about a half hour of pleasuring her with his hands – his other fingers found her clit and he reach under her to thrum it as Mandy fingered her pussy – he slid his fingers out to a sound of exasperated emptiness from Elsa. She glanced over her shoulder to see him applying lube to his steel hard cock and she implored "Please Eric! You are too big! I can't take you in my ass" "You loved his fingers, baby. You will love his cock especially when he explodes inside of you!" assured Mandy from under her. "Just relax and I will hep you forget any discomfort" With that she once again stole a taste of Elsa's pussy and it was while she was thus floating that Eric edged the glistening head of his cock into Elsa's still relaxed anal opening. As Mandy clung tight around her hips to minimize her movements, Eric looked down in time to see his cock head pop into Elsa's widening ring. "Oh God, Eric! That hurts so much! Please take it out!" cried the young girl. "Not yet, sweetheart; just relax and I will wait until the hurt goes away" Slowly the extreme pain started to ebb and Elsa pushed back ever so slightly against Eric, allowing further ingress to his throbbing cock. And yes; she could feel every throbbing vein against the sensitive walls of her anal passage and she involuntarily gripped him in a vise-like hold that sent shivers down Eric's spine. The waves of pleasures were by now cascading through her body as Mandy lashed at her clit and pussy and Eric started his slow and gentle assault on her ass cunt. Lord! She wanted it all and started to rock back on forth on Eric's shaft with increasing speed and urgency. "Oh my... I'm cumming! Please, faster and harder" she begged as she dropped her mouth back onto Mandy's pussy and madly plunged her tongue and then her fingers into that dripping box. Meanwhile, Mandy was continuing her own assault on Elsa's pussy while at the same time she was reaching upwards to gently squeeze Eric's swinging balls as he pounded into that tight hot ass! Suddenly, a spray of cum erupted from Elsa's cunt, practically drowning Mandy. Her own orgasm filled Elsa's mouth and they both fought to swallow every drop they could. Eric meanwhile, with one final plunge to the depths of Elsa's bowels, howled as he felt his cock expanding in the warmth of her bum and he burst forth and filled her anal cavity with so much cum that the thick white froth oozed out and dripped onto Mandy's face. She slid upwards to capture as much of the overflow as possible and then guided Eric's softening cock from Elsa's full ass. Another stream of his cum gushed forth and Mandy cupped it in her hands and wiped it all over her heaving breasts. Although there was a little muskiness from the inside of Elsa's bum mixed in, it was still a heady mixtures and Mandy could feel the warmth still soaking into her skin. Eric feel exhausted to the side and Mandy pulled Elsa around and on top of her where they rubbed together and shared the sheen of cum on Mandy's body. The three share a final kiss and collapse in a cuddling heap to sleep most of the day away. It is not until the sun is setting that they awake refreshed, shower separately and dress casually to go out to dinner together. That night, they make slow languorous love to each other and sleep curled in each other's arms until the morning. Much of the Sunday, since they weren't sure of when Eric's parents were going to drop off the children, they lounged in front of the fore and read and kissed affectionately. Once the kids were dropped off, their lives returned to one of near normalcy. The difference was that each night – after the children were tucked into their beds and sound asleep, Elsa would more nights than not, crept down the hall to Eric and Mandy's room where they were waiting for her. They would spend the night loving (much quieter of course) and sleeping in each other's arms until the break of light when the young blonde would go to the kitchen to welcome the children to their breakfasts. Also, both grandparents started to see much more of their grandkids on weekends! Part Seven: We jump forward several months to the end of Elsa's probationary period. At first glance, all appears normal. The children have taken to calling Elsa 'Auntie" now and she has become a permanent member of the family. Through his connections at External Affairs in Ottawa, Eric has fast tracked landed immigrant status for Elsa and she is planning to become a Canadian citizen at the first opportunity. But wait! Elsa and Mandy have just returned from a shopping spree since the young au pair needed a whole new wardrobe. Both Eric and Mandy join her in their bedroom as she removes her clothes to try on the first outfit and both take great pleasure – as does the glowing Elsa – in rubbing the rounded belly on the young girl! Elsa One day, Elsa said that she was feeling poorly, and thought that going back to the hospital was best. I visited her as much as they would let me in the intensive care ward. She had advanced cancer of the stomach. And, she was receiving aggressive treatment to try to arrest it. This always made her very tired and weak, but she always had a smile on her face, even though I knew that she was in a lot of pain. She was a very tough and very brave little woman. My heart was breaking, watching my beloved wife go through this. Claire would visit her mother most nights, and the three of us would converse solely by signing to each other, which drove the staff crazy. They knew that we were talking about them and laughing, but didn't know what fun we were making at their expense. My lovely bride was the instigator of the trouble more times than not. She loved the fun, and treated me often to that devilish little smile I loved so much on her still pretty face. I was happy to see that Elsa had some good days, I would walk her out to the hospital garden, and she would enjoy sitting in the sun. We would talk and sign quietly; private husband and wife stuff. One night, Elsa became very serious. I could tell that she was weakening. She grabbed my shirt in her frail little hand and pulled me toward her. Looking directly in to my eyes, she said, "Michael! Michael, I want to thank you for loving me, and for giving me joy. You are the most wonderful person I could have ever ... spent my life with. And ... and ... I want to thank you ... for giving me ... Claire. She is so ... lovely ... so smart ... and I know that she is worried about me. Take care of her Michael, and, She was getting tired ... she was very weak, but continued as I held her hand tight, "and ... it is okay to tell her about her mother. I hid many things from you Michael, and I deeply regret that. I want you to tell Claire everything." Breathing with difficulty she said, "don't let her forget me, Michael. I love you darling, you have made my life complete. Don't forget your bratty little wife Michael." She smiled up at me and let go as she turned, and fell asleep, taking what she might have thought of as her last opportunity to tell me these things. I cried more bitter tears than I have ever cried before. I had to run down the hall and out into the garden for a while. She must have known that the end was near. On her next visit, Claire pulled on my arm before we went into the room, and out of sight of her mother, she signed, "Is Mommy alright, Daddy?" I almost lost it, but held it together for my little girl and signed to her, "Yes darling, Mommy is very strong, and I will make you a bet that I can get her to smile before you do, pumpkin!" She giggled and signed back with her quick little fingers, "You're on, old man!" She won. She came in first, signed something to her mother that I couldn't see, and Elsa brightened into a smile and laughed. I never knew what she said to her mother, and Claire would never tell me, "It's a secret between Mommy and me Daddy." Claire was eight, and quite a precocious child. She seemed be get prettier every year, and had all of the eight-year old boys starting to notice her. Claire sat on my lap that evening, and read a story to me as her mother slept. Sometime during the night, Elsa slipped into a comma. I woke and found her unresponsive, and had one of the attendants take Claire down to the cafeteria for a treat, and I pushed the buzzer for the floor nurse, but they were already on their way. Out of sight of my precious daughter, the doctor and specialized nurses pushed a crash cart into the room to keep my lovely Elsa alive. She never came out of the coma, and I stopped bringing Claire to the hospital with me. I leveled with her just as her mother wished, telling her that what was going on with her mother, and my once happy little daughter cried, and thereafter was often tearful, and spent a lot on time in her room. Two months later Elsa, still lay in a persistent vegetative state, and was unhooked from her live support. I stood next to her bed holding her hand as I watched the life drain away from my sweet darling. Sometime earlier, I asked Mark and Angela (who were married and had a child of their own) to take Claire when needed and they took her now. I had found a good therapist for Claire to help her over the grief of losing her mother, and Mark took her while I stayed home for a full week, grieving for my little lost brat. I had a small private funeral for Elsa, and buried a small mahogany box with her ashes in a gravesite I bought for my small family. Claire and I visited her every week for years, then every other week after that. I had lost my beloved darling and playmate, and I never married again. Claire became a quite stunningly beautiful young girl with a lot of friends. We took trips together, and we bicycled, skied, and played tennis together until late in her teens. I loved having her little friends in the house for sleepovers—their fun and giggles brought a little joy back into the house. It seemed that a succession of tall handsome young boys, proms, and dates took my place with her. In the years after Elsa's passing, I threw myself into my work as a project engineer and spend as much time as I possibly could with my sweet daughter. We were best friends until a tall handsome young man came along and took over that job from me too. Claire and I would sit together often in those years—particularly the early ones—and I would tell her about her mother. I would tell her how sweet she was, and what a little devil she could be sometimes. I had pictures of Elsa everywhere to keep her in our minds and hearts. Claire entered law school, after being voted the valedictorian of her class at the small Midwestern College she selected from the two dozen other offers she received. Unlike her petite mother, Claire grew into a tall slender woman, with grace and poise. I kept telling her that she was going to be the first woman president, but she would just roll her lovely clear blue eyes at me, and just sign, "Oh Daddy!" END.