Chapter 1
Ellen Bixby decided to take another shower. It was just nerves, she guessed. She checked again. Yes, everything was done, all was in order. Except her life. It would change drastically on this day.
Her body warmed under the spray of hot water. Her pink skin smoothed under the slippery softness of the creamed soap. She knew very well shy she had finally decided to take the second shower of the morning. She knew what she had to do if her lovely body was to enjoy any relaxation at all.
Her fingers nipped at the nipples of her sudsy breasts. Obediently, they erected, hard as walnuts. Then the delicate fingers ran down over softer territory-the whiteness of her creamy tummy. A few strokes into her navel, and then . . . and then.. . .
The burning raced up through her, ending its lightning at the back of her neck. Her finger worked in wide circles over her clitoris, and Ellen closed her eyes, a heavenly smile appearing on her lovely face.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned, as the love juices began to flow, mixing with the sudsy soap at the top of her inner thighs. With her other hand she reached behind and stroked deep into the crack of her buttocks. The slippery finger in front dug demanding deeper, and her whole body shuddered in sweet ecstasy. The finger in back strained, as if trying to meet it from the opposite direction. The rolls of Ellen's hips became slower, wider.
"Ahhhhh!" she finally groaned.
Her body quivered once, twice.
Yes. She was more relaxed now.
As the plane took off and banked out towards the Pacific, Ellen Bixby took one last look at Stanford University. She had graduated last June and had spent the summer with her fianc‚ nearby, and now she was on her way to begin the first phase of her new life in Los Angeles. She knew that the plane ride would take only an hour, and yet she felt as if she was leaving one world behind and entering a completely new one that was many light years away from her carefree student days. Starting in less than a week, Ellen Bixby would take up her position at Las Altas High School as a
Guidance Counselor, helping all the boys and girls to solve both their personal and educational problems, even though she was barely twenty-one years old herself!
Turning from the window, Ellen took in her surroundings, squirming her sensuous buttocks deeper into the narrow space of her seat to find a more comfortable position. There was a slightly balding, paunchy, middle-aged businessman in the seat next to her and she could almost smell the stale cigar smoke on his breath as he turned to smile faintly at her. She noticed that he had a sheaf of papers in his lap, the kind that looked like bookkeeping paper, which he was flipping through as if in search of some particular bit of information. Picking a magazine out of the seat-back in front of her, the voluptuous blonde began to glance through its multi-colored pages, trying to keep her mind from dwelling on the lovely summer she had just spent with Fletch. God, she was so sorry it was over!
It must have been fifteen minutes later, she guessed, when she happened to glance towards the man next to her again. Now his papers were lying flat across his lap and, lowering her eyes, Ellen saw that his hand was buried beneath the pages of paper while his wide-eyed gaze was locked on the smooth white thigh next to him, which had been exposed when Ellen shifted position. Damn, she swore, perhaps I shouldn't have worn this mini-skirt. Hurriedly, she yanked down the skirt and waited for a moment.
And then, she laughed silently to herself.
Hadn't it always been the same? Ever since her body had ripened to its mature voluptuousness, hadn't men always stared at her, up and down, as if mentally undressing her? As a teenager, she had always found such glances highly embarrassing, those long lingering stares she had always attracted ever since her breasts had blossomed into sensuous ripeness and her hips had flowered to curvaceous fullness. God, how many times had she walked past the corner drug store or the old hotel with its bar full of men and been hounded by those hungry, lecherous eyes following her every swaying movement, not to mention the occasional comments from the bolder of them!
But now that she had matured and been through college, Ellen only found those glances amusing. Or pitiful. She no longer begrudged men those sometimes suggestive stares, thinking that it was, in a way, flattering to her ripe sensuality. Let them look all they want, she had vowed, as long as they don't try to handle the merchandise! Not that that hadn't happened too often to recall, either! But Ellen Bixby knew how to handle herself from dangerous situations with lady-like ease and grace. No, she had never let her own sensuality or sexual desires get out of hand, beyond her control, nor had she allowed the many men she had dated to lose control of themselves, either!
Yes, she had long ago learned to recognize the amorous symptoms of the opposite sex, when their lust was threatening to get the best of their better natures and their gentlemanly courtesy. Even in her teenage years she had been able to easily see the telltale signs of danger, when men's eyes took on that fiery, smoldering dullness, or when their hands suddenly seemed powered by a craving wanderlust to explore her tender young breasts or to slither up her tightly-clenched thighs beneath her skirt. She had listened to their passionate pleas and even though at times she had felt the same raging fires gnawing at her own loins, she had always resisted. She knew that it would be only too easy for a girl to lose a man's respect.
But then, Fletch had been different, right from the very beginning. Ever since she had met him during her sophomore year of college, she knew that he was the man she wanted to marry. Each time she saw him enter her dormitory, or later her apartment, she could feel her heart fluttering within her chest and a warm, body-permeating glow seemed to spread throughout her entire being. His smile had charmed her from the first moment. His brightly laughing, teasing eyes had fascinated her with their eager curiosity and easygoing good-nature. And it wasn't anything he had ever specifically said or done, but she was convinced that he had fallen in love with her and that her voluptuously enticing body was only icing on the cake.
She had surrendered to him for the first time about a year after she had met him. It was a wonderful warm spring night after they had gone with a group of friends for a picnic lunch. They had stayed on, however, after everyone else had left. The moon seemed like a beacon of their love, shining down like a spotlight onto the dark ocean before them. They had lain together, silent and still, for many long hours on the beach by the edge of the grove of trees, and when his hands had roamed up her leg and rubbed gently into the crotch band of her panties, a shiver of undeniable passion had invaded her entire body.
She knew at that moment that she couldn't resist her own desires any longer. Nor did she want to resist them. When his other hand began to creep beneath her blouse, she had felt another strange surge of desire rippling through her hot-blooded body and then, at last, when they were both totally naked beneath the moon-light, Fletch had gently thrust his long thick rod of pulsing flesh into the virginal vault of her lust-lubricated vagina. Oddly enough, in spite of all the stories she had heard, Ellen had felt no pain at all during that first penetration of her maidenhead. On the other hand, she didn't feel the wild swirls of erotic ecstasy that she had always heard about, either.
It wasn't that she was cold or frigid. God, she desperately wanted to enjoy their sexual adventures together as much as Fletch apparently did. And she wasn't sure why she didn't. She knew only too well the gnawing, hungry craving in her belly that seemed to demand the plunging hot thickness of a male penis thundering up towards her belly.. . she knew, too, the mounting, building pressure of her own desire thundering through her groin. But somehow, pinnacle of ecstasy that she was sure she had approached every single time she had felt Fletch's lunging hot-rod storming up into the hotly clasping chamber of her cunt.. . she had come so close so often.. . so excitingly close . . . like that weekend when she and Fletch had come to Los Angeles to look for an apartment for her and had spent the night together in a nearby motel.
Ah, well, she sighed, sooner or later she would reach that glorious height of exquisite rapture. She wasn't quite sure when or how, but she knew that one day she would find complete sexual happiness. She only hoped it would be soon.
Meanwhile, Fletch had gone up to Oregon to see his parents and she was en route to Los Angeles. She knew that she would have a lonely six months ahead of her without Fletch and yet she had the strange, intangible feeling that somehow she would find fulfillment now . . . Fletch, having gone through college on an ROTC scholarship, had subsequently gone on through law school and was now obligated to enter the Army for his basic training. They had agreed that, in the meanwhile, she would live and work in Los Angeles and then, at the end of the semester, she would join him wherever he was to be stationed.
Of course, she knew that she would see Fletch tomorrow. He would be coming to Los Angeles overnight before reporting to wherever it was in Texas that he had to go. And then, after his basic training was completed, he would have a leave before having to report to his post and she would see him again then, but twice in six months was not a lot, she mused, when she had been so used to seeing him every single day all summer long . . . and every single night as well!
Ellen slid past the paunchy, lecherous man beside her and walked, swaying her sensuously ripened buttocks to the lewd pleasure of every businessman on the plane, down the narrow aisle towards the ladies room. She studied her reflection in the mirror as she brushed her long blonde hair away from her face. She laughed again, musing that it was no wonder all the men were staring at her with such apparent lasciviousness when her bountiful, rounded breasts were almost pouring out over the low-cut blouse that she wore!
Ellen realized then that she did feel a little anxious about being in a city as large as Los Angeles all by herself. She had been raised in a small town on the coast of northern California and, when she went to college, San Francisco was the largest city she had ever seen. Now she was going to a city which she felt was at least ten times as large, ten times as impersonal, ten times as unmanageable. But, as she gazed thoughtfully into the mirror, she realized that only grim determination showed in the cool green eyes that gazed back at her from the image in the glass. She could survive, she knew, and survive well. Soon enough she would learn her way around, find some friendly shopkeepers, and begin to feel at home.
In a way, living in Los Angeles would be a challenge and she didn't shrink from it. Quite the contrary, she viewed living in such a large and seemingly alien city was necessary to her education, necessary to bring her from the small-town mentality in which she had been raised to a more cosmopolitan consciousness. With Fletch in the Army, she would no doubt be traveling all over the world, to strange countries with strange languages and customs, so Los Angeles would be a good starting point for her to accustom herself to the ways of the world.
Fletch! God, wouldn't it be wonderful when at last they could get married and truly begin their life together? After her semester of working, she would return to San Francisco where they would be married . . . and then? Who knows where they would go? Europe? The South Pacific? Someplace strange and exciting and exotic? Wherever they went, they would be together! And she would be Mrs. Fletch Hines!
Nervously, Ellen fixed her makeup and returned to her seat. Looking at her wristwatch, she realized that within fifteen minutes, she would be in Los Angeles, her new home for the next six months!
Ellen arrived at the airport the following afternoon a full half-hour before Fletch's plane was due to arrive. To pass the time, she wandered in and out of a few airport shops and had a cup of coffee in the coffeeshop. And then, at last, his flight was announced!
The sensuous blonde flew into her fianc‚'s arms the minute he got off the plane and began jabbering in an incessant stream about her own flight down, her apartment, and what little she had discovered of the city. Fletch had attended UCLA as an undergraduate, so he was, of course, much more familiar with the city than she.
Once in the car, Ellen's flow of conversation stopped long enough for her handsome dark-haired fianc‚ to get a few words in edgewise. "Well, darling, how do you like your new home in the big city?" He reached out to draw his voluptuous blonde fianc‚ closer as he carefully drove along the freeway in the open-topped convertible. "You're looking out at the city like a wide-eyed kid or a tourist from Podunk, Iowa! What do you think!"
"I'm not sure what to think, frankly," she answered, smiling, wondering whether she would ever feel at home with the mammoth shopping centers and enormous skyscrapers, not to mention the swarms of people who rushed like a horde of ants in and out of the many buildings. "It's strange . . . I know I see trees along the streets, but it seems odd that there isn't any really open space," she ventured timidly as she kept her gaze fastened on the ever-stretching city around her. "I mean . . . well . . . it just seems like it's all buildings of one sort or another without any . . . grass
. . . or something!"
Fletch merely smiled. "But the people are friendly here, don't you think?" he ventured.
"Well, I suppose so, although I haven't met too many," Ellen smiled lamely, inching towards the center of the seat to be closer to him, taking comfort from the fact that she was no longer alone now that Fletch was with her. Of course, he had to leave tomorrow, but still it was nice to have him so close to her even for such a short time. It had been such a relief to her to see him again after her first lonely night in the big city.
She had arrived late the afternoon before and had gone straight to her apartment, where she spent the evening unpacking her few belongings. Somehow, her apartment had seemed strange, cold and barren to her, although it hadn't seemed that way when she and Fletch had chosen it a few weeks before. Perhaps it was Fletch's absence that made the place seem so forbidding. In any event, perking up her spirits with a nice martini, she had set about trying to devise some way of decorating the place to make it seem more like home. And then, at last, she had drifted off to sleep . . .
And then, this morning, before Fletch arrived, she had gone to the grocery store and to the liquor store so that they wouldn't have to leave the apartment once he arrived for anything at all! She didn't have much time with Fletch, she knew, and so she wanted to keep him all to herself. Of course, they might want to go out to dinner.. . a kind of celebration of the life together that they would have in six months.. . but perhaps not, she thought.
Now, turning to him, she peeked coyly up at him from below her long, silky lashes and smiled sweetly, sensing the influence of her presence over him. "Darling . . . do you think we should go out to dinner and celebrate tonight.. . or eat at home?" She nestled up against him, hoping that he would want to stay home, and warmly kissed his shoulder.
Feeling the intoxication of her fragrant nearness, Fletch Hines let his hand drift down over her softly rounded shoulder and stroked the downward slope of her ripely jutting breast. Immediately, he felt a spark of ignited desire racking through his groin and he slid his legs several inches across the seat to let it rest against the warmth of her supple, soft thigh, exposed to his feasting eyes by the shortness of her mini-skirt. God, she was a beautiful woman, he marveled silently. And, he added, I'm a damned lucky guy to have her, a woman as intelligent and sensitive as she is gorgeous!
"Well . . . perhaps we should eat at home," he declared, feeling the old flames of his passion swirling now within his groin as she snuggled close to him. "After all, we won't have much time together. I think it would be nice if we just spent the time alone, just the two of us. "OK?" His roving palm grazed the softness of her pert pink nipple beneath the thin layer of her blouse and another jolting tremor of desire shot through him. "I've really missed you for the last week, you know? I was so used to having you around all the time . . . let's make up for lost time tonight, shall we?"
Ellen Bixby merely murmured, hoping that tonight might be the night when she would reach that longed-for sexual gratification with Fletch that she had always sought. By the look in his eyes and by the increasing insistence of his touch, she could tell that all his senses were attuned to her, to making love to her, and she hoped that the confidence he exuded was a clue of the wonderful things to come that night. Yes, perhaps after all this time, tonight would be the night!
Encouraged by her warm murmuring, Fletch added, "You're a wonderful woman, you know that, don't you? And there's nothing I want more in the world than to make you happy, Ellen. Nothing. And I will, mark my words!" Ellen could feel her heart fluttering within her chest! He was as much as promising that tonight would be the night she had waited and longed for ever since that first moonlit night on the beach at the edge of the woods! "You're a tantalizing little morsel for the-likes of me! And I'm going to see to it that you never go away unsatisfied again!"
Ellen sighed and snuggled even closer to her handsome, darkly intent young fianc‚. She could feel her nipple still tingling from his erotically teasing touch, and if they hadn't been in the car she knew she wouldn't have been able to resist the continued exploration of his marvelously tender fingers! God, she wanted to feel the exquisite raptures of orgasm so badly! And from the way Fletch was talking, she might not have to wait too much longer!
The sumptuous blonde knew, from sex studies and magazine articles she had read, that all women didn't necessarily reach orgasm every time they went to bed with a man. But she didn't want to be one of those awful staistics. And, she knew full well that with her own probing, plunging fingers she could bring herself to that ecstatic release . . . it was only when Fletch's lust-swollen shaft of virile man-flesh was thrusting in and out of her slippery-walled vagina that she couldn't seem to manage to that exquisite height. She wondered vaguely if there wasn't something seriously wrong with her . . .
Shaking her head, Ellen tried to dislodge the persistent thoughts of sex which seemed to have dominated her brain for the past twenty minutes since they had left the airport. She turned her gaze sideways, away from the man whose mere good looks could start a hungry churning in her belly, and glanced at the acres and acres of houses and tree-lined city streets that encamped beside the freeway as they drove along towards the San Fernando Valley. This was going to be her home for the next six months . . . she saw women emerging, laden with bags, from supermarkets . . . children and teenagers playing in the streets or in schoolyards . . . cars, cars and more cars, everywhere she looked . . . this was the big city, all right, she mused!
At last, they pulled up in front of the small cream-colored stucco building of her apartment house. It was a small, square building two stories high, in the center of which was a courtyard with a swimming pool. Immediately next to it was another building which looked exactly the same except that its color was pale pink. Ellen didn't mind that her bedroom faced this next building, which was in fact separated from her building by only fifteen yards, because her living room window looked out onto the swimming pool and courtyard and was bathed in sunlight all day long since it faced the south.
"Well," Fletch sighed, grabbing his suitcases from the trunk of the car, "home at last! It's not the world's most elegant apartment, I will grant you, darling, but it's quite cozy-and in-expensive enough so that you'll be able to save some money! So! Shall we go in?"
Fletch carried his suitcases in one arm and Ellen wrapped his arm around his free one, smiling cheerfully in anticipation of their lovely, candle-lit dinner and the erotic adventures that were sure to follow. As they walked past the swimming pool towards the door to the stairway which led up to her apartment, Ellen noticed that Fletch was looking appreciatively at a young brunette demurely posed by the side of the pool with her tanned, rounded thighs just far enough apart to appear seductive. She smiled to herself. Let him look all he wants, she thought with determination, let him look. As long as that's all he does!
Half an hour later, Ellen was in the shower in her new apartment, having waited until Fletch took one to scrub the grime of his journey off his handsome young body. She knew what he was doing now. He had said he wanted to go out for a walk, but she knew very well that he had gone down to the corner liquior store to buy a bottle of champagne. It was just like him-and just like him to think that she wouldn't have any suspicion of what he was doing! He was so sweet, so thoughtful, so kind and generous. And so devoted to her! If only she could find some satisfaction in bed . . .
The voluptuous blonde lingered in the warmth of the shower, massaging the slippery froth of soap into a rich lather, letting her hands slide down into the secret recess between her legs. No, she mustn't masturbate today . . . she mustn't let her fingers tease and titillate at the glistening pink folds of her cock-hungry cunt. . . not today . . . not when she would be able to enjoy the real thing tonight!
But Ellen Bixby couldn't really help herself. She let her warm fingers gently probe within the moist crevice between her lushly rounded buttocks and into her vaginal flesh. As soft waves of sensual pleasure rippled upward through her belly and into her tingling breasts, her fingers gently sought the exquisite oily bud of her sensitive clitoris which she massaged gently at first, and then with a growing, mounting passion.
"Ooooooohhhhh . . . God, I shouldn't do this," she choked half-heartedly as her other hand rose up to the scintillating mounds of her breasts, plucking at the rosy peaks and watching as they changed from their tender spreading pinkness to tight crimson buds that throbbed mercilessly beneath her teasing, fire-filled fingertips! Her whole naked body was now shuddering with the excitement that she herself had produced and she began to grind her hips back and forth against the insistent pressure of her fingers teasing the velvety folds of her cunt.
"Aaaaannnngggghhh . . . " she murmured, feeling her anxiously throbbing clitoris growing and hardening like a little diamond with every passing moment. Heatedly, she plunged first one finger and then two into the wetly seeping cavern of her quivering cunt, undulating her hips more feverishly back and forth to simulate the actual act of fucking as her fingers drove ever upwards, sending wave after wave of pruriently exciting passion swirling through her hot-blooded body! Yes . . . yes . . . she was close now . . . so close . . . only a few more moments and she would reach those deliriously exciting heights she had always wanted to reach with Fletch!
She could feel every nerve-ending in her naked body quivering in anticipation of the sublime release she was striving so hard to reach as her fingers ground hotly into the wetly clasping passage of her hungrily sucking pussy while her other hand continued to tease and titillate the warmly pliant flesh of her ample young breasts! Her hips seemed to fly now back and forth of their own volition, steadily increasing the tempo until she thought she would go mad with the fiery passions raging within her loins! Any moment now . . . soon she would climax . . . aaaaaaaahhhh . . . oooohhhhhh . . .
"Babe? Are you almost done in the shower? I've got a little surprise for you here!"
Fletch was back already!
Quickly removing her fingers from her still unsatisfied cunt, Ellen Bixby rinsed the slippery soap off of her body and stepped out of the shower. The mirror was too steamed up to tell whether or not her face was flushed from her self-induced passion . . . but she could always pass that off as a result of the heat of the shower if Fletch noticed. Still, a hungry, craving gnawing in her wetly excited cunt churned wildly within her nakedness . . . God, she had been so close! Only a few more minutes and she wouldn't be feeling the awful sensation of frustration eating away at her groin now!
Ellen, flustered and not thinking too clearly, wrapped a towel around her nakedness instead of putting on her robe, and then went to open the bathroom door.
As she had anticipated, Fletch was standing there in the bedroom, a glass of champagne in each hand. She couldn't help but smile at his romantic gesture, in spite of the churning sensation of frustration still gripping her unsatisfied loins.
"Well, darling, I thought we were going to eat dinner first! But we can eat afterwards, if you prefer." He beamed as his gaze eagerly feasted on the dripping young woman's partly exposed body. "But let's at least take a sip or two of this champagne before it goes flat on us, shall we? Here," he said, stretching his arm to hand her a glass, "take this. To you, my darling," he murmured softly.
'To us," she replied, watching as his eyes fastened onto the still wet flesh of her naked thigh where it peeked out from the covering of the towel. She recognized that glimmer in his eyes and she was in no mood to wait! She would take the first step if she had to! The terrible hunger gnawing at her loins was almost more than she could bear! She would find satisfaction with Fletch tonight-she just had to! She would finally reach the orgasm that she hadn't had time to reach from her own manipulation in the shower!
She moved slowly, seductively towards where her handsome young fianc‚ stood near the large double bed which was part of the furnishings of the apartment. When we get married, she thought, I want to have a king-size double bed . . .
As she reached him, she raised her glass to clink against his and said, "I love you, darling.. . oh, how I love you!" And as she raised her arm, the towel that was shrouding her sensuous nakedness slipped to one side, exposing one luscious heavy breast still bouncing from her movement. Fletch's eye immediately locked onto the quivering mound of delectably supple flesh that spilled over the folds of the fallen towel, the ruby-tipped globe bobbing only a few inches from his face!
He didn't know whether she had done this on purpose or not, but she had certainly aroused him even more than he had already been aroused by the sight of her clad only in that towel! His cock leaped into rigid hardness within the tight confines of his trousers and he began to feel that painful aching which signalled a full erection!
Flushing, Ellen tried to stuff the bared breast back into the protective covering of the towel, but didn't move very quickly. On purpose? Fletch didn't care. With one deft movement, he took the champagne glass from her hand, set it alongside his own on the bedside table, then grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her down onto the bed.
'The champagne will have to wait until later," he whispered huskily. "But my cock can't wait any longer!"
Ellen had never heard anyone use that four-letter word before she met Fletch. And although she was raised to think of it, and so many others like it, as evil and "dirty", nevertheless, she always felt a lewd kind of excitement ripple through her every time she heard it! Now, more than ever that single word triggered a flood of rampant desire within her sex-hungry loins and she looked pleadingly up at the handsome young man who would one day soon become her husband. God, how she needed his cock right now, plunging up into her deepest recesses of her hungry womb!
And Fletch did not disappoint her, for his desire burned as hot and as brightly as Ellen's! He tore the towel away from her body, greedily eyeing her wide-spaced breasts and the soft yielding flesh of her belly and buttocks. Without another word, he ground his lips hotly against hers, his serpent-like tongue plying between her teeth to slip wetly onto the moist depths of her mouth. She moaned and groaned with a wildly rising passion as his tongue snaked back and her own tongue followed it into the warm cavern of his mouth! She couldn't help the almost immediate undulation of her hips as their passionate kiss went on and on and on . . .
God, she's hot tonight, Fletch thought to himself and he let one of his hands wander down from her slender throat to the succulent mounds of her heaving breasts. First, he gently stroked the sumptuous twin peaks, probing at the soft, cushiony flesh, then working his hand up until his fingertips met at her sensitively throbbing nipples. These he eagerly pinched and tweaked until they were hard, tautly distended little buds of palpitating desire, hard points thrusting up to meet his touch.
He lifted his head from hers and heard the soft rapture of her delicate little passionate mewlings. Still squeezing the spongy contours of her voluptuous breasts with one hand, he let the other hand do its erotic work on the neglected mound until both were quivering masses of squirming passion.
"Oh God . . . Fletch . . . please . . . don't tease me . . . fuck me . . . please . . . fuck me now, Fletch . . . ooo-hhhhhh!"
Encouraged by the passionate pleading of her voice, but wanting to prolong their mutual pleasure as long as possible, Fletch let his head dip down to one rosy nipple which he sucked and nibbled as he felt her naked body writhing and thrashing like a tortured animal beneath him. He had never seen her become so excited so quickly before! He wondered what had gotten into her, but he didn't stop to ponder the problem for very long. He felt the fever growing into a raging fire within her loins and knew that he would have to end this teasing very soon.
With a warm but wicked grin on his face, Ellen's fianc‚ moved one hand down along the smooth plane of her flat white belly, his moist lips still fastened to the sumptuously heaving mound of her cherry-crested breast, until it reached the soft curling tendrils of her golden pussy mound between her willingly spread thighs. Then, as she moaned desirously beneath him, he let his hand slip down into the moist canyon between those luscious creamy thighs, forcing his probing fingers in between her pulsing vaginal lips.
"Darling . . . oh my God, Fletch . . . please . . . don't . . . do that! Fuck me . . . fuck me now! God, I can hardly stand it! Oh darling, I need your cock inside me!"
He felt her hips thrashing even more wildly now as his fingers nipped over the sensitively throbbing nub of her clitoris, then slid down to the moistly seeping hole of her soft-walled womb! Without hesitation, he sent his stiffened middle finger into that sizzling cavern, feeling her whole body jerking and jolting from the sudden rush of excitement his finger had caused. Hot waves of rampant desire pounded through her as she tossed her head from side to side, moaning and groaning in the agony of her pleasure. She heaved her pelvis up against the hand whose finger was now buried deep inside her hungrily clasping cunt and gasped out, hungry for more pleasure than just the touch of his hand could give her.
"P-please . . . hurry, darling . . . please, fuck me . . . or I'll cum on your hand! Oh . . . pleeeeeeeze!"
Fletch, his cock throbbing madly against his trousers, knew that he could wait no longer, could hear the sound of her pleading for not one second more. Rising from the bed, he tore away at his clothing and heard her sigh gratefully as she caught her first glimpse of the rigidly pulsing pole of his wonderfully purple-veined cock which jutted out so proudly from his darkly forested loins. That was what she had been longing for ever since she had met her fianc‚ at the airport! That was the pleasure-packed organ that would bring her to the mind-blinding climax she so desperately strived to reach!
"Oooooohhhhhhh!"
It seemed like he was on top of her and inside of her within the flash of one single second. And it also seemed like only a mere few moments before he had established a steady, fucking rhythm inside the hotly clasping confines of her cock-hungry cunt. Back and forth he rocked above her, and Ellen could feel the rising pressure once again within her own feverishly excited loins. She could feel every ridge of his cunt-battering cock as it plunged in and out of her again and again, his hips bucking every faster, ever more frantically into the warmly accepting confines of her sizzling cuntal furnace!
Oh . . . she was getting close again . . . that gloriously, deliriously exciting pressure was once again building within the frenetically clinging canyon of her cunt as she arched her hips up to meet his every cervix-crashing lunge into her lust-lubricated channel!
And then, suddenly, she felt the warmly flowing flood of his cum splashing within her hungrily milking cunt . . . wave after wave of the hotly spewing fluid poured from the narrow-eyed slit at the bulbous tip of his cock, inundating her cunt and flooding back over his thickly embedded cock base . . .
Ellen knew it was all over. Despite the still feverishly burning passion left unsatisfied within her belly, it was all over. At least for now she would remain, as she had so often before, unsatisfied, still glowing with the raging fires of her passion long after his had been spent. Perhaps later he could get it up again . . . perhaps later . . .