Chapter 2
When Ellen finally headed out the hospital door towards her parked car, her pussy was still tingling pleasantly from her recent fuck. She smiled inwardly as she remembered Ted Johnson's embarrassed confusion when his shrinking cock had finally slithered wetly from her cum-dripping snatch. He never knew what hit him! she thought, amused by the handsome young doctor's boyish shyness. He had self-consciously stuffed his still-dripping cock back into his pants and immediately began to apologize to Ellen for the liberties he had taken with her-until she set him straight by assuring him that he had given her exactly what she wanted. "Don't you like to fuck, Doctor?" she had asked-a question he had not seemed to know how to answer.
Ellen's smugness lasted until she had maneuvered her car out of the parking lot and started the relatively short drive home, and then her mind naturally looked ahead to her destination, and the husband who shared it with her. Ellen's elation faded and began to be replaced by sharp pangs of guilt. Well. . . I've done it again, she thought. How would Steve have felt if he'd stumbled into that little scene in the storeroom?
Ellen's guilt had a curious divided quality about it. She felt no guilt over the nature of what she had done with Dr. Johnson-she loved to fuck and felt that sex was a healthy necessity. No, her guilt centered on the possible pain that she might eventually cause her husband by her infidelity, and Ellen would do anything to keep from hurting Steve-anything but give up sex!
Not that she'd exactly have to give up sex. She and Steve had been married more than two years and made mad constant love as if they were still on their honeymoon. There was no one Ellen would rather fuck than Steve, she had long ago decided. So how come I spend so much time and energy getting laid at work?
Ellen wondered, for at least the five-hundredth time. Her mind had never yet formulated a clear answer to this repeated query, but somewhere in the flickering back chambers of her consciousness she was vaguely aware of the tremendous need she had for the sheer excitement of a new sexual conquest. And oddly enough, each new experience with a fresh, extracurricular lover left her with a heightened desire to make love to her own husband, as if the fires had been fanned anew. Right at that moment she could hardly wait to get home and get into bed with Steve, as if her pussy had been merely primed by Ted Johnson's huge cock.
It never used to be like this, Ellen thought, remembering how different a person she had been as a young girl. Then, her attitude toward sex had been the standard one-hopefully instilled in all proper young women by the conventional wisdom of middle-class morality. First she had believed that sex was a bad thing, to be avoided at all costs. Next she had convinced herself, as her body began to make its biological needs known, that sex was a good thing, but must be saved up until marriage. The next step down the trail was the grudging, and exciting, admission that premarital sex was alright as long as it was with the man you were going to marry. Then came the further admission that sex was fine as long as you loved the person you slept with. And finally-if it felt good-do it! That's where she was in her thinking now.
God, what an innocent kid I was, Ellen reflected, thinking back to her proper, somewhat timid adolescence. A little smile stole over her lips as she remembered her first dates, and how desperately she had fought to preserve her precious chastity. It hadn't been too difficult at first, because the boys she had gone out with had been remarkably clumsy. A few wet kisses, that at first appalled her, and an occasional half-hearted grope toward her budding teenage breasts.
But as time went on, the opposition got much more expert. In the last two years of high school, Ellen had been attractive enough to draw the attention of some of the most celebrated tail hounds on campus. She still remembered her first date with the handsome young captain of the football team-a boy she had previously worshipped from afar. Ellen had already progressed a little by then, having decided to go along with the obvious desire of boys to fondle her now undeniably well-shaped breasts. She had learned to separate the delightfully blissful feelings emanating from the sensitive twin orbs from the accompanying fire their manipulation aroused in her virgin cunt. But the handsome young athlete had changed all that. He proceeded to work with so much smooth finesse that Ellen was hardly aware when his fingers slid up the soft flesh of her inner thighs and insinuated themselves under the leg-band of her panties. By that time, the boy's skillful mouthing of her palpitatingly naked breasts had driven the panting girl to a state of stunned bliss that had cut her mind loose from any attempts at rational thought.
So when, for the first time in her young life, a boy's finger slid up into her never-before-violated vagina, there was nothing she could do in reaction but go half out of her mind with passion. After several years of ever increasing foreplay, the teen-age girl's body had long been hovering on an impossible plateau of frustrated need, so it was no wonder that she had an almost immediate orgasm as her date's expert finger began to plunge in and out of her tight little cunt. Moaning in agonized delight, Ellen lost all control of her body and found that her hips were bucking madly back and forth as if they had a life of their own as she wildly rode the boy's intruding finger. The only thing that mattered at that moment was the incredible feelings that that single probing digit was pumping into her quivering loins.
Amazed by the wild reactions of a girl he had up till then considered somewhat frigid, her would-be seducer made the mistake of thinking he was already home free. Pulling his cunt-slippery finger from Ellen's still-pumping vagina, he quickly and expertly slid her panties down over her shoes and crowded eagerly in between her helplessly wide-open thighs. But he moved far to fast for Ellen. As soon as the virgin teenager saw the swollen cock he pulled from his open fly, all the primordial fears that had been worked into her adolescent mind by a repressive society came back to life. And besides, her sudden orgasm had considerably reduced the pressure of her need, so the eager young man was further surprised when his supposedly easy conquest vigorously pushed him away from her naked loins. Quickly smoothing her skirt down over her so recently offered cunt, Ellen turned primly away and refused to even look at her date until he had put "that disgusting thing" back in his pants, which was no easy task since it was so massively swollen. To the boy's embarrassment, when he tried to stuff his throbbing cock back through his fly, he climaxed, spurting hot slippery cum down the front of his pants, when just moments before he had been expecting to deposit the same burning load up inside the tight smooth body of the girl before him.
However, from that time on, Ellen had added another trick to her slowly growing sexual repertoire, and many another young male finger explored the soft wet insides of her virginal vagina. And by the time she entered nursing school, the formerly prim and innocent young girl was contributing her part by very competently wrapping her slender fingers around the hot hard cocks of many of her dates and pumping that mysterious slippery liquid up out of their balls. She still remained a virgin, but there was a growing curiosity in her mind as to how those same spurting cocks would feel thrust up inside her ever more sensitive little cunt.
So she was ripe and ready by the time she had her first date with Steve. She had not at first been attracted to him. He was short and stocky, very muscular, with a dark complexion, thick bushy hair, and a large Elliot Gould moustache. Hardly her idea of a romantic dream man. But gradually she came under the influence of his powerful, electrified personality. The two met at a party to which a whole group of student nurses had been invited. Steve was at that time a graduate student in economics, about five years older than Ellen. When he first spotted Ellen at the party, it was obvious that for him, she was the only girl there, but she had not returned his fascinated interest, being alarmed by his brash, open manner. All the little games she had learned to play with men over the past few years recoiled at Steve's somewhat crude candor.
Ellen surprised herself when she later accepted Steve's invitation to go on a date with him. After that first date, she vowed it would be the last, but once again she accepted his invitation. Bit by bit, dragged into it mentally kicking and screaming, Ellen fell under the influence of Steve's exuberant, the-hell-with-to-morrow manner. A part of her personality she had never before known existed sensed a chance of liberation with Steve, and before long, Ellen couldn't imagine not going out with him. She had found a spiritual home, and the overlaid veneer of social inhibitions that had been forced on her by convention cracked wide open under Steve's blunt prodding, until she was able to peel it from her like an old outworn skin.
Her virginity didn't last long with Steve. Once she got used to his high-voltage manner, it was inevitable that his finger should follow the well-beaten path up into her tight little cunt. But when she obligingly started to jack him off, he wanted none of that. "Uh-uh, baby," he said. "I got one hell of a better idea than that!"
They were in his apartment, an incredible shambles of carelessly strewn articles and very little furniture. He had maneuvered her onto the foam rubber mattress in one corner of the room that served as a couch, and after a slow warm-up, matters had progressed just as far as Ellen usually permitted. But now she discovered that it was Steve, not her, who was in control. His hand was up inside her dress, his finger buried inside her vagina, and she had just fished his rapidly swelling cock out of his pants.
"In the first place," he said as he pried her fingers from his pleasingly large penis, "I hate rolling around with my clothes half-on, half-off, so let's get naked. I'd like to see your body-I gotta feeling I'm gonna like it!" So for the first time, Ellen let a man completely undress her. She was amazed at how natural it felt to be naked in front of Steve, and pleased when he had carelessly tossed his own clothes aside. Dressed, he looked slightly grotesque, but naked, his strong compact body looked more in proportion, and the thick sturdy cock that jutted powerfully from his loins definitively added to his attractiveness.
The last of Ellen's natural defenses disappeared along with her clothes. As she and Steve writhed together in long passionate embraces on the mattress, his sweaty naked flesh slithering hotly over hers, she was totally aware of his hard swollen cock prodding at her hips and belly. Now that they were skin to skin, it only seemed natural to Ellen that Steve's beautiful cock should be up inside her body instead of in her hand. As she lay panting on her back, her eyes fixed excitedly on his naked body, she let Steve position her on the mattress, opening her legs wide and flexing her knees so that he had a straight shot at her virgin pussy.
"Be careful!" she urged, apprehensiveness fighting with desire. "I-I've never done this before."
"Okay, you just do what I say," Steve replied, his dark eyes glittering hotly as he stared down at the lovely naked virgin spread invitingly below him. Ellen felt his eyes constantly straying back to her thick red pussy hair, and realized that he was the first man who'd ever caught more than a glimpse of it. She felt her genitals grow hot under his probing gaze.
"Now, no matter what happens, when I go in, I want you to shove your hips up hard," Steve commanded. Swallowing nervously, Ellen forced herself to hold her thighs open while Steve scrambled in between them. Even now, while her whole body screamed out to be filled with hot hard cock, years and years of guilt and fear nagged at her mind. Society's phobias had raised her sexual initiation to the level of an earth-shattering event.
"Oooohhhh," she moaned deliriously as she felt the first electric touch of Steve's rubbery cockhead against her sensitive pussy lips. Suddenly all fears were forgotten and she was filled with a desire to be penetrated. Her head twisted wildly on the mattress and her loins quivered in anticipation. But a moment later her whole body stiffened in shock as she felt a harsh agonizing pressure up inside her untried vagina.
"Now . . . now!" Steve urged. "Open up and push as hard as you can!" Desperately trusting Steve, despite the white-hot pain that seared through her genitals like a devouring flame, Ellen did as he commanded, arching up her loins to him as he thrust forward and down with his blunt-tipped penis. She distinctly felt her hymen give way, forever destroyed, and a moment later, Steve's big shaft had disappeared far up inside her quivering cunt.
Fortunately, Steve had the good sense to hold still when he had completely penetrated the shuddering former virgin lying panting beneath him, and lay quietly on her stunned body, allowing her to adjust to the meaty shaft buried far up inside her belly. "Okay, just try to relax .. . the worst is over," Steve said encouragingly, and it wasn't until he sensed that most of the fear-induced tension had seeped from Ellen's rigid limbs that he began to slowly fuck his throbbing cock in and out of her newly opened vagina.
It still hurt, but not as much as Ellen had expected after that first searing pain. And as Steve's strokes lengthened, she began to recapture some of the ecstasy she had earlier known only from probing fingers, but magnified many times by the extra thickness of a male cock. The knowledge that Steve's whole body was behind the slow thrusts up into her moisture-seeping pussy added a new dimension of excitement that she had never before known. I'm being fucked! she thought in amazement. I'm actually being fucked by a man!
Expecting only a painful patience from Ellen until he shot off his load into her, Steve was very pleasantly surprised when she began to toss and moan in ecstasy under his steady deep thrusts. "Hey . . . you like it, don't you?" he asked, but the only answer he got were deeper moans. Ellen's full round hips pumped nakedly up against his pumping cock as if she'd been fucking all her life, and he knew that he had a real natural on his hands.
"Okay, baby, you get the full treatment!" he said, beginning to pound into the girl's eagerly responding body, holding nothing back. But the tightness of Ellen's so recently virgin cunt proved too much even for his considerable experience. As he felt the slick wet walls of her inner passage eagerly clasping his swelling cockhead, Steve knew he had gone about as long as he could. The first hot rush started far down in his tightly swollen testicles, and a moment later his cock began to vibrate wildly.
"God . . . ! Here I cum!" he shouted, and a moment later his boiling semen shot out the end of his jerking cock far up into Ellen's pulsing cunt. As she felt the first hot spurt of her new lover's gushing fluid, Ellen was aware that this was what she had been waiting for all her life. Steve's orgasm seemed to touch off a waiting spark far up in her own spasming belly and a moment later she was joining him in orgasm. To his delight, Steve felt his spouting cock seized by the first powerful contraction of Ellen's climaxing vagina, and the added stimulation touched off a second explosion in his testicles, pumping up a hot new load of sperm. Looking down in pleased disbelief, he watched the lovely young woman writhe in abandoned ecstasy below him, her softly curved naked loins pinned to the mattress by his still-pumping cock, and he felt grateful for the instinct that had first forced him to pursue this beautiful, sexy female. Despite countless hours spent in bed with numberless women, he realized that never before had he been so completely sexually excited. Ellen was the girl for him.
Once initiated, Ellen made up for lost time, wondering what had held her back for so long. God, if I'd only known what I was missing! she thought again and again each time she writhed and moaned under Steve's expert love-making. From what she had heard from some of her more experienced friends, Ellen expected she and Steve to be obsessed with constant fucking for the first few weeks or months, and then to have it taper off, but it didn't. They made love constantly, almost every time they were alone together.
Strangely enough, the thought of marriage didn't at first occur to either of them-they simply took for granted the thought that they would always be together. Ellen was then in her second year of Nursing school and had another to go, and Steve had two more years before he got his Master's degree. Within the comfortable, but hectic, academic world time seemed to stand still, but when Ellen's graduation loomed, the society around them began to assume a pressing reality. So, shortly after Ellen got her first nursing job, she and Steve were married. There was still a honeymoon atmosphere about their relationship while Steve was in school, but when he graduated and started work as a salesman, they began to see a little less of one another, especially when Ellen had to work nights.
And then that's when it started, Ellen thought to herself. Up until then she had been effortlessly faithful to Steve, too wrapped up in their constant sexual circus to even imagine what it would be like to sleep with someone else. But it happened, and she liked it. There was so much sensuality in her relationship with Steve that her more and more frequent matings with other men seemed like an extension of her primary relationship with her husband, at least at the time they were happening. But inevitably, once her immediate need had been satisfied, there was the same lurking guilt that she had betrayed her husband.
What the hell's the matter with me? Ellen asked herself bitterly. If Steve can be faithful to me, why can't I be faithful to him? But she had to admit that she was tortured by an irresistible itch that drove her on from one new conquest to the next. Just two days ago it had been that cute teenage orderly, with his dark latin features. And then Dr. Johnson today. And already Ellen was planning the seduction of a handsome young patient in one of the private rooms. Hell, if they're good-looking and willing, I'll fuck anybody! Ellen thought disgustedly. Even women! There'd been that cute little nurse just out of school. . . .
And all during this time, she and Steve were spending all their hours together fucking one another half to death.
"What's the matter with me?" Ellen asked herself out loud as she pulled into her driveway. "Do I have some kind of disease?"
She wanted to think about the problem some more ... to get to the bottom of her seemingly uncontrollable compulsion to fuck, fuck, fuck, but she was home now and knew she would have her hands full with Steve for the next few hours.
With a sigh she got out of the car and headed for the front door, her already well-fucked pussy tingling in anticipation for what she knew lay ahead.