Chapter 10
As Ellen closed up the last of her suitcases, she paused to survey the now sterile-looking apartment where she had spent the last two and one half months of her life. And what months they had been! Especially the last couple of weeks! The apartment had sprung to life with various ornamentations she had used for decoration and now that it was stripped of these, it suddenly appeared very barren and dry, like a desert. Scenes flickered through her mind of the many nights she had passed here, first with Fletch . . . and then with
Mike!
Ah, Mike Easterbrook! Ellen was unquestionably sorry to leave the darling boy who had taught her so much about life and sex and the wondrous carnal delights to be enjoyed between men and women! Of course, he was only eighteen years old and he had a lot to learn yet. But still, the past two weeks had shown them both very clearly where their tastes lay in the opposite sex.
Mike, for example, had told her that he would probably always prefer older woman from now on, even though Ellen wasn't exactly "older", being only three years his senior. But, still, he had said, shaking his cock at her almost as if it were a fist, he realized now that teenage girls simply didn't have . . . what did he call it? . . . something very mature-sounding . . . oh yes! Young girls simply didn't have "the breadth and scope of experience" that were to be found in older women! And why, he had asked teasingly one night as they both lay naked side by side together, should he settle for less than the very best?
They had laughed a lot together during the past couple of weeks and Ellen was glad that the boy was no longer traumatized by her leaving. He had been very sullen and sulky for the first few days after she had broken the news to him, but after a time he came to realize what she had realized that first night after he had sodomized her so gloriously. And that was that they could never be together, not really, not as any normal couple could. He had accepted that, and had finally come to believe it, and so, although he was sorry to see her go, he knew that what she had taught him would always be with him.
Ellen closed the door behind her now and set her mind to Fletch. She knew, of course, that it might be some time before she could tell him about her newly discovered taste for teenage boys. And she knew that in time he would come to understand that it was no slight against him-she could enjoy every pleasure Fletch had to offer her and enjoy the sexual favors of youthful teenagers as well. The two options, as far as she could see, were not mutually exclusive! She loved Fletch with all her heart and she was altogether certain that she could make him understand that her own sexual needs were far deeper than she had ever before realized.
Maybe . . . yes . . . what an idea! She would be working as Guidance Counselor in the exclusive boys' school where Fletch had already found her a position . . . she could invite some of her students over for a little party sometime . . . and then suggest that they bring along some girl friends for Fletch! Then he would be able to learn from first-hand experience exactly what she was talking about! Ummmmm . . . what an intriguing idea!
"Are you ready?" Mike's cheerful voice interrupted her reverie as he playfully slapped her sumptuous rounded ass-cheeks snuggled so provocatively beneath the tight-fitting skirt she had chosen for her journey.
"Yes, darling. And I want to thank you again for driving me to the airport. I don't know what I'd do without you!" she smiled, letting her lush red lips teasingly graze across his warm moist lips as he picked up her suitcase.
"I know what you'd do," he teased, smiling lecherously. "You'd go into the bathroom . . . and close the door so nobody could see you . . . and then you'd let your own fingers do what mine have been doing for."
"Never mind, you wicked boy!" she cried in mock horror, already feeling the warm juices of her arousal beginning to seep wetly down onto the crotch band of her panties. All she had to do lately was to look at his virile young form . . . "Just get me to the plane on time!"
"You know, there is another flight leaving an hour later . . . Ellen?"
With silent mental apologies to Fletch, Ellen smiled, unlatched her apartment door and pulled Mike in after her. "All right.. . but I mustn't miss that one . . . so let's be quick about it!"
Once back inside the door, she took only her panties off and bent over the arm of the easy chair. And he worked his cock in and out of her from behind. He looked down and watched it sliding in and out, time and again sliding it in, as if trying to choke her with it, fill her to bursting with it. Again and again both his tool and his on-fire mind went down into the great cavern of sex, listening to the sucking sounds of her body as it took its full length. Ellen could see what was happening back there, but could she ewer feel it all! She had to have everything he could give. She was visualizing the moment he would come, flooding her insides, the creamy juice pouring out of him, into her. Just her imagination working on it made Ellen want to scream with the thrill. The slickness of his flesh against her smooth buttocks.
"Ahhhhh!" came her womanly cry.
He felt the wonderful tremors of her beautiful body. Her face was full of tears of joy when she turned her head to look back at him. He grinned a gritted teeth kind of grin And let his body burst free.