Chapter 3
Ellen ate her steak and salad alone and then stretched out on her couch to watch the television she had rented that afternoon after school. She didn't usually like to watchTV, but her mind was so confused and distressed that she thought it would relax her. All evening long her mind had wandered back and forth between Fletch and Mark Easterbrook and the more she thought about the absence of her fianc‚ and the miserable episode with the young student that afternoon, the more dejected she became. Eric had invited her to eat dinner at his house with his wife tonight, but she hadn't much felt like socializing so she had refused.
At last, she turned the TV off and crawled into bed. It was a warm, balmy evening so she had left the window open and now she could feel the warm air seeming to bathe her nightie-clad young body as she closed her eyes and tried to sleep. But sleep wouldn't come to the restless blonde and when she looked at the clock, she realized she had been in bed for over an hour and was no closer to sleep. Although she really didn't like liquor all that well, she decided that a nightcap now might help her to sleep and so she poured herself a stiff shot of Scotch and then went back to bed.
She lay in bed, gazing at the ceiling, wondering what fate had called Fletch away from her side. It was such a lonely life without him, all the more so since he had been her constant companion and lover for nearly three years now. They had enjoyed such beautiful times together, and she looked forward to all the time they would spend together once the term was over and she could join him. Perhaps he would be stationed in Europe . . .yes, she would like that. She had never even traveled as far as the east coast and she looked forward to visiting strange new places with her future husband.
Kllen reached out for the telephone. She would call Fletch! Talking to him would certainly make her feel better! Of course, it was rather later, nearly eleven o'clock . . . but so what? Hadn't he often called her late at night. . . simply to tell her that he missed her when he lived only two blocks away? Yes, she would call him right now to raise her sinking spirits!
She dialed the number and listened to the phone ring . . . once . . . twice . . . four times . . . six times . . . no answer. How could there be no answer at an Army post? And then, suddenly, she remembered what Fletch had told her just before he boarded the plane: the post switchboard closed at 10:00 pm and he would send her the number of the pay phone in his barracks as soon as he could! Damn!
And then, a strange noise suddenly penetrated the sumptuous blonde's thoughts. It was a young girl's laughter, slightly muted, and it was coming from very nearby. Ellen got up from her bed and walked to the window, peering out into the darkness. She looked down at the narrow grass strip which separated her building from the next one and watched curiously for several long minutes but saw nothing. And then, as her eyes traveled up the side of the next building absently, she saw a window, one floor down, and through the window in the dim light she saw the outline of a young girl. Her long blonde hair fell down her back and then she saw a young man, tall and slim like Fletch.
Whispering and laughing, the young couple embraced and shared a long, lingering kiss in front of the window. Ellen could feel a twitter of desire creeping into her loins, tinged with a slight jealousy, as she watched the young couple share the passion of their melted-together mouths.
From her open bedroom window, Ellen could see them clearly, although they would both have had to turn around and look up to see her. Even as she told herself that she must move away from the window, that she was cruelly invading the privacy of this young couple, she found that she couldn't tear herself away. She leaned out to watch, feeling that old familiar gnawing tearing at her loins. She knew what they were going to do . . . undoubtedly they would move away from the window soon and then she wouldn't be able to see them any more . . . God, they were so lucky to have each other, she sighed silently.
And then, much to her surprise, the couple moved away from the window and, still clearly within her view, lay down together on the bed! Ellen was obviously looking into their bedroom, and, because she was looking down one floor, she discovered, much to her dismay, that she could still see them clearly! They were now on the bed together, having lowered themselves without breaking their passionate kiss!
"Oh God . . . " Ellen whispered softly. The sight of their raw desire was almost more than she could bear. "Oh . . . Fletch . . . God, how I miss you!"
Moments later, when the strange girl slowly dislodged herself from her lover's tender grasp and desire-driven kiss, Ellen saw the nightgown she wore slip back over her shoulders and off of her body! The girl's back was to her, but then she turned slightly and Ellen could see the gleam in the man's eyes as he first caught sight of the girl's now naked, cherry-tipped young breasts!
Ellen shuddered in sympathy for the obviously impassioned young couple. She heard the girl giggle mischievously, as she had so often giggled with Fletch, and a swirling flame of desire began to race through her own unsatisfied loins. And then her eyes widened as the girl provocatively bent down over the bed to fondle the bulging crotch of the man's shorts and she watched with wide-eyed envy as the girl then drew the white shorts down over the man's heavily muscled legs. His massive column of lust-hardened flesh was now completely exposed to her view and to Ellen's, standing stark white against the golden tan that covered the rest of his nakedly virile young body!
Ellen knew that she should move from the window, and yet she felt as if her feet were rooted to the floor. The sight of them mesmerized her, and she wondered vaguely whether this woman would find the satisfaction with her lover that had so long eluded Ellen with Fletch.
Her eyes skittered back to the girl's face now. Her blonde counterpart was also staring at the up-thrusting stalk of pleasure-packed flesh, a wanton expression stealing over her small, oval face. Her slim young body seemed to gleam in the dim light of their bedroom and seemed almost like alabaster in that strange amber light. Her breasts, though smaller than Ellen's mammothly ripe tits, stood high and proud, the nipples distending to tight little crimson buttons in the breeze that had suddenly blown in through their open window.
"Oh God . . . I shouldn't be doing this," Ellen whispered to herself, trying desperately to tear herself away from the fascinating sight before her. But still she couldn't move a muscle!
Wearing a happy and somewhat lecherous grin, the deeply tanned and handsome young man lay back on the white sheets of the bed with his hands, clasped behind his head. His long, thickly bloated prick rose like a telephone pole from his darkly forested, gently swaying loins his heavy balls hanging between his casually spread legs. God, how that sight reminded Ellen of Fletch, of how he had looked that night lying on the beach after the first time they had made love together as his prick had begun to re-inflate after their first fuck!
The young blonde girl in the bedroom now turned on her side towards her lover and reaching out with her hand, began to stroke his pulsing hardness, sliding the loose foreskin up and down in a slow but erotic rhythm. With a look of blissful concentration, she fondled and caressed the blunt-headed instrument until the narrow-eyed slit at its tip was gasping, opening and closing in response to her lewd ministrations.
"Oh my god," Ellen whispered, trembling all over, gulping down the last of her glass of Scotch with fingers quaking so violently that the glass rattled against her teeth. She could feel the warm glow of the alcohol spreading through her body once again, but she knew it was not the liquor that sent that fiery burning sensation through her suddenly helplessly throbbing young cunt! No, it was not the liquor at all!
Ellen continued to watch, mesmerized, as the strange young girl rose to her knees and hovered over her lover on all fours, her deliriously happy face only a few scant inches from the pulsing moist head of his mammothly swollen prick. Sighing, she held it in a teasing up and down motion that forced the man's narrow hips to undulate in time to her maddening cadence.
Impulsively, the slim young girl lowered her gleaming face down until her wetly glistening lips were pressed warmly against the underside of her lover's palpitating, straining cock. She ran her open mouth in long glistening trails along the heavily-veined length of jerking cock-flesh, finally settling on the smooth, rubbery head, where her tongue licked out teasingly on the ruby glans.
Ellen felt a shudder of fiery desire burn once again through her helplessly aroused cunt! Now the girl strained forward as if trying to suck the entire length of the pulsing organ into her mouth, but the man laughed and then wiggled away until the succulent treasure was just out of reach of her lips. Still, her tiny pink tongue flicked up and down the underside of the throbbing ridge below.
Her every muscle taut as a bowstring, Ellen Bixby closed her eyes and felt her entire body react involuntarily to the shivering waves of sensation that rippled helplessly through it. Oh Fletch, she cried silently, wishing he were with her once more and that they were doing together what that young couple next door was doing now! It was all too much to bear. With a loud sigh of surrender, she slipped her own soft hand down between her legs and leaned against the wall. She opened her eyes again as her hand came to rest slowly against the moistened crotch-band of her sheer nylon panties below her nightgown.
Now, her eyes once more riveted to the lust-inspiring scene in the neighboring window, the sumptuous blonde saw the young girl cover the full, pulsing hot head of her lover's hardened cock with her moist, soft lips. The man groaned, an unmistakable groan of unrivaled passion, and thrust his hips up to push the purplish knob deep into the damp cavern of the girl's loving mouth.
Ellen tried to imagine how the girl felt at that moment. She, too, had once succumbed to Fletch's demand that she suck on the turgid length of his cock. And she remembered very well how it had felt, how the lewdly provocative act had sent chilling ripples of sublime delight coursing through her own hot-blooded body. And now the girl next door was feeling those same tremors of passion. And she herself was alone, without Fletch, without anyone. Oh, how could fate be so cruel?
Now, as she gazed steadfastly out the window, Ellen saw the girl now hungrily sucking the wet, glistening organ, her cheeks hollowing as she fervently sucked. She saw the flush of rapture flow across the girl's lovely young face and felt the same flush of rising passion spreading across her own features. One of the girl's hands was eagerly stroking the base of his cock now, the other kneading and rubbing the skin of his pendulously heavy testicles. Then, as if suddenly impassioned beyond the point of reason, she sat up, leaving her lover's thickly up-thrusting cock cleaving the air by itself, still glistening from the moisture of her mouth.
"Well, isn't it my turn, now?" the girl whispered in a voice husky with the intensity of her arousal.
Her lover grinned. Then, he pushed her down onto the softness of the mattress and laughed. Tucking his fingers under the elastic rim of her panties, he peeled the soft nylon bikinis down over the creamy flesh of her rounded thighs and down the long slender columns of her legs. Ellen could hear the girl choking the gasps of her excitement as her lover laughed still more heartily. Then, after she had willingly kicked off her flimsy panties, her lover rolled onto her nakedness, covering it with his own nakedness. A renewed shudder of passion swept through the watching Ellen Bixby as she saw the man spread the girl's unresisting legs wide apart with his knees. He was going to do it now!
Ellen could not believe how clearly she could see everything that was happening in that room. Even now, as she looked down and between the man's tight masculine buttocks, she could see the pulsing rubbery tip of his elongated cock grazing the soft velvety flesh of the girl's quivering pink cunt. A soft cry choked in her throat as she saw the wanton, rapturous expression which animated the girl's beautiful face.
"Ohhh . . . Fletch . . . God . . . oooooohhhhhh," she moaned softly, seeing the bloated hot-rod of masculine flesh against the girl's glistening cuntal lips. Ellen could almost feel herself the girl's frantic desire to have that lust-propelled shaft storming into the anxiously throbbing confines of her waiting pussy!
"Oh God," Ellen whispered again, watching the man ease forward, gently. The mouth of the young girl's cunt seemed to be clasping and flowering open to the man's imminent penetration and her hips began a desperate rotation up against his loins. And then, almost without warning, her long legs snaked out wide on either side of her lover's nakedness, her calves locking against the backs of his powerfully muscular-thighs to pull him closer into her!
Ellen could hear the little mewling noises that poured from the girl's mouth and she knew the supreme anxiety she must be feeling now. Her lover now deftly wedged his thick cock into her magnificently flowering pussy, accompanying each thrust with a lecherous grunt of pleasure. Gradually, he levered into her, the length of his pleasure-packed prick disappearing between the tender pink folds of the girl's moist, hair-framed slit. And as if to encourage him to still deeper penetration, she shamelessly ground her entire naked body up against him!
"God . . . what a wonderful tight little snatch you've got, darling," the man whispered huskily, sliding his wetly gleaming cock in and out of the softly sucking cavern of her tender young cunt. Soon he was driving into his lovely young lover with a steady, rhythmic tempo, tunneling up deep into her quaking belly, drawing muted moans of delirious ecstasy from the blonde's moistly parted lips.
"No . . . no . . . I can't watch. I mustn't do this to myself any longer," Helen Bixby whispered to herself. She was almost unaware now of the actions of her own hand. Her mind did not fully realize that her fingertips were pulling aside the moistened crotch band of her panties. But as those fingers began to stroke the soft outer flanges of her own seeping cunt, spreading the juicy flesh wider and wider apart, lewd ripples of ecstatic delight permeated her entire being. Her brain began to swirl dizzily. She was too excited, too heatedly aroused to be able to stop herself even if she had wanted to!
A body-jolting ripple of electrifying lust crashed through her body as Ellen's fingers found the erectly throbbing bud of her oily clitoris. And she knew that now she was lost, abandoned to the commands of her passion. She would finger herself to orgasm, now, without any regard to propriety or conscience.
Through the window below, she saw the nakedly fucking young couple gasping and panting in delight. Now the man began to rock more violently in and out of the girl's hotly sizzling young pussy. And the young blonde, in response, began a series of lurid gyrations, swaying her rounded buttocks in long, sensuous circular motions to accommodate the long thick cock fucking so masterfully into her between her willingly spread legs.
"Yes . . . darling.. . oh God, fuck me, please! Harder . . . faster . . . oooooohhhh.. . that's it.. . yes, fuck me as good and hard as you can, my lover!" the girl gasped.
Ellen felt the heat of her own rising tide of passion coursing through her blood. Her own finger was plunging in and out of her own simmering cuntal furnace, stretching and filling the narrow mouth in an attempt to satisfy the desire the neighboring couple had aroused in her. Once or twice, she let her finger slip out to massage the oily marble of her quivering clitoris before plunging it back into the soft-walled depths of her womb. And soon, one finger was not enough, so it was joined by a second cunt-plunging digit, both working together now to drive Ellen Bixby beyond the brink of her sexual passion and into the abyss of exquisite orgasm!
Still, as her fingers drove ceaselessly into the lust-lubricated confines of her own cunt, Ellen watched, spellbound, as the blonde girl's eyes opened and closed in the wanton abandon of her passion. Her lover's cum-laden balls slapped wetly against her upraised buttocks each time he slammed into her, each time he buried his mammoth cock to its hilt in her. Their bodies thrashed together, seemed to have melted together.. . .
Shivers of lewdly excited delight shivered through Ellen's tortured nerve-endings as she realized that this young girl was about to achieve with her lover what she herself had never been able to achieve with Fletch. God, if only he were here! Surely tonight, as blindly aroused as she was, Fletch would be able to satisfy her, drive her to a wildly explosive orgasm. Meanwhile, though, she screwed her hips down against the pressure of her plundering fingers, trying desperately to imagine that it was Fletch's heavy-veined stalk of virile man-flesh!
"Oh God . . . oh Fletch . . . oh please!" she cried, trying desperately to reach that peak of sexual satisfaction.
And then, as she watched, she saw the young girl's body arch stiffly in spastic, irregular movements. She knew that the girl, was in the throes of almost unbearable pleasure, just as she herself would be in a few moments. Her entire body was wracked by an almost monstrous wave of convulsive emotion and Ellen closed her eyes, trying frantically to conjure up an image of Fletch's handsome naked body so as to drive herself to that exquisite height of passion.
But as harsh masculine moans came to her ears, Ellen opened her eyes to see the man still lunging with a fierce frenzy into his lover's cunt, the muscles of his buttocks and thighs straining against his skin.
"I'm gonna . . . cum . . . cum . . . oohhh . . . cummin-mmiinngggg!" he gasped as his naked body drove on.
From her vantage point above them, Ellen could see his powerful prick swelling to even greater girth as it lurched one last time into his young lover's eagerly accepting hot-box. She could see waves of passion wracking his body and knew that he must be emptying his white hot load into her hot, slippery passage, wave after wave of it gushing out from the slit at the tip of his prick.
The sight of that strange man, who looked so much like Fletch, emptying his full creamy load was enough to trigger Ellen's own long-delayed orgasm. As her two fingers plunged frantically into the lust-lubricated depths of her cock-hungry cunt, she shivered and felt the spasming waves of her exquisite ecstasy ripple upward from her cunt to the cherry-capped tips of her breasts and downward through her taut, tensed thighs. Yes, yes, she cried silently, oh God, yes! She dug her fingers even more greedily into her slippery, flooding channel, quivering and-quaking from head to toe, as if trying to prolong for just a few seconds longer the glorious rapture of her body-jolting riot of pleasure. Her eyes opened and closed and she couldn't contain a gasping cry of sublime contentment as she felt the waves of her climax slowly begin to dissipate.
"Hey . . . Jerry . . . did you hear something?" Ellen heard the girl question her young lover.
"No. I don't think so. Maybe it was just a dog outside or something."
"Yeah. I guess you're right. It was nothing, I'm sure," she purred, snuggling close to the naked body of her cunt-satisfying lover as the moonlight stabbed in through the open window. "Ummmmm-mm . . . you're really hot stuff, you know that, Jerry? Are you ready to try again?"
Ellen Bixby turned from the window and walked on trembling legs to her bed. She flopped down and stared wide-eyed at the ceiling, her throbbing cunt still tingling from the exquisite pleasure of her thrilling climax. Every muscle in her body felt relaxed now; gone were the tensions of the school day and the tensions of missing Fletch. Watching the thrashing couple below had provoked her to the blessed relief she had needed and she was grateful to them for that.
Ellen lay there for what seemed like hours before sleep gradually swept over her passion-spent young body. Tomorrow, she vowed hazily, tomorrow I'll call Fletch . . . and we'll talk . . . and he'll tell me that he loves me . . . and I'll feel better . . . better. . . .