Chapter 5
Ellen Bixby sat happily across the table from her handsome dark-haired fianc‚ and sighed, her face resting in her hands, her empty champagne glass by the side of her plate. The music of the nightclub orchestra swept into her ears as if from a distance and she was thoroughly unaware that anyone else was in the place besides Fletch.
It had been two long months since they had seen each other, although after that disastrous and confusing affair in Eric's office with young Mike and si dark-haired, handsome Ralph, she had insisted on calling Fletch every single day. Even now, she was not quite sure what to make of that afternoon's sexual adventure. It was wrong and wicked and forbidden, she knew, to let herself become so carried away by two teenage boys. At the same time, it was the one instance in her life when she had achieved orgasm during fucking.
Well, she mused silently, tonight will be different. She hadn't had any other relations with those boys since that afternoon and had been forced to rely on her own fingers when the raging fires of her sexuality became too hot to bear. And although she had often thought, daydreamed, about those two boys, about seeing their naked young bodies again, about feeling the hot pulsing lengths of their pricks once again driving her to divine heights of pleasure, she had restrained herself, limited herself to vague mental imaginings.
It had, in fact, been all she could do to look at them the following Monday. And when Mike came for his first regular weekly appointment that next week, she had felt her knees trembling for hours before. It was odd, she mused now, that since that incredible Friday afternoon, Mike had seemed to become almost a different boy. At least, with her he did, while in class he continued his usual disruptive tactics. It had almost been as if he was causing disturbances purposely so that he would be sent to her office!
Once there, though, he had behaved like a perfect gentleman. He would be content to sit quietly for hours reading or doing his homework, or talking to Ellen about the troubles he was having at home with his family. He never spoke of Ralph and he never spoke of Lila, and he treated Ellen with a new and grudging respect which he didn't demonstrate to anyone else in the entire school. Eric had once asked her how she had worked the miracle with the boy. But she had just smiled and claimed she didn't know! Wouldn't it be wonderful, she had often thought, if she really had reached beneath Mike's cool and arrogant exterior to the real boy within? Wouldn't it be wonderful if she really could serve as the pivot to turn his life around?
"Penny for your thoughts, darling," Fletch's gentle voice interrupted her reverie as he refilled her champagne glass for the fifth or sixth time that evening.
"Nothing . . . I was just thinking about one of the boys at school," she said innocently, smiling radiantly across the table at the handsome young man she was going to marry.
"Never mind that-let's think about us, darling!" he answered softly, reaching across the table to take her small hand in his. God, she looked especially gorgeous tonight, Fletch thought. He hadn't been able to take his eyes off of her svelte young form all evening and right now he was looking at the smooth alabaster skin of her luscious breasts where they peeked out over the low-cut flower print dress she was wearing. He hadn't even seen another woman for two months and so Ellen looked especially ravishing to him that evening. He was glad he had suggested that they go out to celebrate, even though he knew he had to leave in the morning.
"Darling, I wish you would quit now instead of waiting until the end of the term," he urged, continuing a discussion they had begun that morning when he arrived at the airport. "I'll be stationed in Washington, at the Pentagon, for at least a year, possibly longer. You could find another job in Virginia or in Washington.. . I want to have you with me, darling. I've missed you much, much more than I can say!"
As he squeezed her hand, Ellen knew that he wanted her desperately, wanted her to be with him starting tomorrow instead of three months from now. The champagne was beginning to make her brain fogged and dizzy and, even though her head was resting in her propped up hands, she felt as if she needed to move around. It wasn't that she didn't want to do as Fletch was asking . . . she just didn't want to give him an answer right away. She wanted to at least sleep on it.. . clear the alcohol from her mind so that she could think clearly.
Fletch raised his glass of champagne and indicated that Ellen should do-likewise. "Well, here's to us, darling-for the sixth time tonight! But not for the last time! I love you, my darling, and I want you to marry me right away!"
They clinked glasses. Ellen emptied her glass and Fletch refilled it. Between this champagne and the cocktails they had enjoyed before dinner, Ellen almost felt now as if she would faint. What she needed, she decided, was to move around.
"Let's dance, darling," she suggested, smiling at her charming and handsome young fianc‚. She rose, feeling giddy and light-headed, and was grateful to be swept along in Fletch's strong young arms as he supported her and guided her around the dance floor to the soft strains of the nightclub band.
As they glided among the dancers on the crowded floor, Ellen realized clearly that she felt more at home now, in Fletch's arms, than she had at any time since she had come to Los Angeles. Gone were the anxieties about the two teenagers at school, gone were the daily disappointments and frustrations she so often felt with the other students who came to her office when they became unruly in the classrooms, gone were the feelings of being lost and alone in a large and lonely metropolis. At last, she was at peace and at home. Yes, she would quit as he had asked her to do so that they could be married right away!
"Fletch," she whispered as he guided her back to their table, her head resting on his shoulder, "you're right, darling. I'll quit Monday morning and join you in Washington in two weeks. Okay?"
"Okay?" he cried. 'That's the best gift you could have given me, darling! And don't worry, I'll make all the arrangements! I'll find us a nice apartment," he said as he eased her into her chair and pushed it forward. "And I'll do some scouting around about a job for you . . . and I'll arrange for the marriage license and everything! Oh, darling," he cried bending down to kiss her hard on the lips. "You've just made me the happiest man in the whole damned world!"
Smiling beamingly in his happiness, Fletch poured yet another glass of champagne for each of them.
The alcohol racing through Ellen's blood now reduced her sensibilities to a near stupor. She had to get up, get some fresh air, get away just for a moment or two.
"Excuse me, darling," she said softly. "I think I've had a bit too much to drink. Do you know where the ladies' room is?"
Concerned, Fletch rose and escorted her to the powder room. "I'll wait out here, darling," he said.
"No . . . don't be silly. I'll be all right. Go on back to the table and enjoy yourself. I'll be back in a few minutes. Go on, now!"
Ellen walked into the empty ladies room and was grateful to see that the nightclub was thoughtful enough to provide a small couch for ladies in such distress as she was in at that moment. Easing her voluptuous body slowly down onto it, she could feel her head spinning dizzily from the intoxicating effects of the cool, bubbly liquid she had been drinking all through dinner. Just a few minutes, she told herself . . . just a few minutes . . . and then I'll go back to Fletch . . .
Suddenly, Ellen felt as though she was falling, falling slowly but inexorably downward, downward, downward. She was falling through a tunnel.. . it was a long tunnel and very dark . . . but at the end there was a spark of light.. . soon, soon she would be out of the tunnel and into the light.. . she was dreaming, she knew, and yet it was a dream of reality somehow . . . why did it seem so foggy all of a sudden at the end of the tunnel?
In her dream, Ellen found herself suddenly alone in a large, dark room. She could see something white in front of her, way up high on the wall, but she couldn't tell where she was or what that white object might be . . . it appeared to be flat. . . and slightly textured . . . and large, very large, almost as if it was a . . . yes! It was a movie screen!
Unaware of her movement, Ellen rolled slightly over onto her side on the ladies room divan. The attendant came in and found her sleeping but decided not to disturb her, with the wisdom acquired after many years as a ladies room attendant in this particular nightclub. The strange blonde woman was beginning to sigh . . . she was probably dreaming, the attendant decided. Maybe it's a nice dream!
Ellen was still alone in the large, dark room of her dream when suddenly a light flashed on. She looked up at the screen and saw "Housewife's Dilemma" followed by a list of actors and actresses and technicians. Strange, she didn't recognize any of the names . . . wait! Mike Easterbrook! Ralph Sommers! Lila Mason! Why, her teenage students were going to be in this movie! How utterly amazing!
The screen now showed an attractive young housewife going about her usual domestic duties, clearing dishes from the table, making the beds, sweeping, tidying up the living room. Only. . .wait. . . it wasn't a housewife-it was young redheaded Lila Mason! And she was wearing . . . God! All the young sensuous teenager had on were a black lacy brassiere, a black garter belt over black stockings! And she wore high-heeled shoes! What was Lila doing in that outfit cleaning house, Ellen wondered in her dream . . . or rather, what kind of a house was it with red brocade wallpaper and old, overstuffed couches?
Suddenly, Ellen realized that she wasn't any longer alone in that large, dark room. By the light reflected from the screen, she could tell that the room was filled with . . . teenage boys! Dozens upon dozens of them, all around her, all laughing raucously! Suddenly, a sudden twinge of panic seized the voluptuous young blonde. Where was she and what was going to happen here?
Silently chiding herself for becoming so frightened for nothing, Ellen turned her eyes back to the screen high on the wall before her. The sight that met her eyes then caused her to gasp in shock and surprise, but the sound was completely drowned out by the roaring laughter of the teenage boys all around her. In her dream, she struggled to get away. . . tried to get up.. . but something kept her back . . . something wouldn't let her leave the room . . .
On the screen now she saw two teenagers, Mike and Ralph, wearing football uniforms climbing through the open window of the home where Lila Mason was going about doing her duties! Her heart leaped up into her throat and she raised herself at last from the chair she had been sitting in, only to find several pairs of teenage hands pulling her down again! They weren't going to let her leave!
Ellen tossed and turned on the divan while in her dream young Lila continued her work, carefully dusting a large old piano not ten feet away from where the boys had climbed in through the window! "Lila, watch out!" Ellen screamed but, of course, Lila couldn't hear her!
The sumptuously attractive blonde tried to leave again. She attempted to rise from her chair. . . but she wasn't in the same chair anymore. . . now she was on a large, comfortable sofa between two strange teenage boys, both of them as burly and as husky as two football players. Maybe, she decided in her dream, if I just sit here quietly they won't notice me, won't realize that I'm here!
Meanwhile, her entire attention soon became absorbed by what was happening on the movie screen before her. The two teenage football players, Mike and Ralph, were slowly creeping up behind the innocent young black-clad figure of Lila Mason and then they grabbed her shoulders! "Oh no!" Ellen cried. One of the boys held her tightly . . . Ralph . . . while the other.. . Mike . . . began to rip at her black brassiere and panties, savagely removing both until she was left wearing nothing but the frilly black garter belt and stockings! And then, the taller of the two boys, Mike, stood before the helpless young girl, running his black gloved hands over the soft curves of her nearly naked young body!
As Ellen watched the scene in hypnotized fascination, she began to forget all about the presence of the two hulking teenagers beside her on the couch and the presence of all the other boys in the room. She felt the same shocked and yet titillated sensations she had felt that afternoon in Eric's office when she had seen Mike's long thick pole of teenage flesh storming into the welcoming channel of Lila's young cunt . . . she was at once attracted and repelled . . . at once tempted to run for her life and rooted to the spot in abject fascination . . . somehow, it was almost as if it were she herself up on that screen instead of Lila . . . and then, suddenly, Lila's face was transformed to her own and it was herself she was watching!
Ellen felt her nipples tighten to an almost painful tension as the tall leering teenager on the screen grasped and tugged cruelly at the quivering breasts of the woman who looked like her! And then, suddenly, it was Lila's face again on the screen but Ellen still felt a feverish pressure mounting as the film showed the boy-thrusting his leather-clad hand deep between Lila's trembling smooth thighs.
How odd, Ellen thought in her dream, that Mike should be wearing a football uniform with black gloves! Black! Just like Lila's lacy garter belt and leg-clinging stockings!
And then, as she sat on the couch with her eyes glued to the events on the screen, Ellen felt something new, something different that she hadn't felt before. The boy beside her had reached over, inserting his pudgy hand in the soft folds of her dress to grab at her own softly yielding flesh, pulling and kneading at her large, resilient breasts as if they belonged to him! Something told her to run, to fly out of the room, and in fact she rolled over on the divan. But, in her dream, she felt paralyzed, rooted to that soft couch, and she watched the screen in front of her thinking that if she didn't acknowledge the boy's hand on her breast, then he would become discouraged and take it away.
Now, the two boys on the screen had lifted Lila and carried her to a near-by bedroom, setting her down in a half reclining position. Ralph held her, pinning her shoulders back against the pillows propped against the wall, leering obscenely. Mike knelt on the bed in front of his victim, pushing her legs open and up until her knees were pressed helplessly up over her shoulders. With fiendish deliberateness, he slowly bent down to place his thick lips on the nakedly throbbing hair-lined opening of the woman's defenselessly spread pussy!
And Lila . . . was smiling! She was . . . enjoying what was happening to her! There was no need for the other boy to hold her down now-she was smiling and laughing and happy!
Now Ellen could feel the boy beside her drawing up the long skirt of her dress. He was working his arm up between the soft cushions of her thighs until his searching fingertips rested hotly against the already moistened crotch band of her flimsy nylon panties. Ellen's mind tumbled headlong back to that afternoon in Eric's office when two teenage boys had wantonly seduced her, taking advantage of her own fiery hot passionate nature just like Mike and Ralph in this film were doing to Lila! Oh, it wasn't fair! It just wasn't fair that men should be able to reach into a woman's soul like that to touch the very core of her being!
Even now, watching the salacious sight on the screen, Ellen could feel herself becoming excited, just as she had that afternoon watching Mike sinking his hot rod of teenage flesh into Lila's willingly clasping cunt! A strange pleasure fired in her long-neglected loins as she shared in the depraved sensations of fiery lust that filled both her own body and that of Lila on the screen. It was too much, too much to be asked to bear! She had to run! She had to get away, far, far away from the irrestible demands of her own passionate nature, of her own lovely young body!
And yet, at the same time, a sing-song voice from deep within her subconscious whispered again and again that she had no choice but to submit to the demands of her own erotic nature, and that idea filled her with a lust-longing she had felt only once before in her entire life-that afternoon with Mike and Ralph in Eric's office!
What was happening? The boy beside her had dropped to his knees . . . and he was gently tugging at the light fabric of her panties! And she, in response, lifted her hips a little to allow him to pull the thin garment down over the shapely columns of her legs! What was happening to her? She knew that what was about to happen was as inevitable as it was wrong. And yet she hadn't the will or the power to stop it, any more than she had had the will or the power to stop what had happened that afternoon with Mike and Ralph! It was wrong . . . but she couldn't help herself!
Unaware that she was tossing back and forth on the divan, Ellen was completely absorbed in the passions stirred within her in her dream. The boy was now prying her legs open and then he buried his face under the folds of her taffeta gown. And then she felt it. The wet slippery spear of his tongue slid up and down the exposed crevice between her thighs. Oh, it felt so good! He was running the tautly pointed instrument now over the hard bud of her sensitive clitoris and then down to the wrinkled mouth of her anus!
Her attention was completely torn away from the lewd acts being performed on the screen by Mike and Ralph. How could she possibly keep her mind focused on them when now several other boys had risen from their seats to share in the sensual exploration of her lustfully aroused young body? She leaned back on the couch, the strange thrilling pleasures urging her to new levels of excitement as three, four-how many were there?-teenage boys touched and fondled her breasts, pulled her legs even farther apart so that fingers of them all could touch the warmly seeping hole of her cunt.
And then, suddenly, Ellen found herself not in the large dark room but on an enormous bed, larger than three king-sized beds put together, suspended from the ceiling somewhere and being gradually lowered to the floor. She was naked now . . . and all of the teenage boys surrounding her were naked as well, their lovely little teenage cocks seemed to point at her, all of them, pointing at the nakedly provocative body of Ellen Bixby! God, how glorious!
She felt the hot breaths of their mouths blasting down on her smooth white skin as some hands pulled at the voluptuous mounds of her ample breasts. . . and then there were mouths, seemingly millions of them, sucking and nibbling at her erectly throbbing pink nipples. Other hands parted the soft folds of her warmly damp cunt. . . and then there was another tongue . . . or were there two of the oral devils? . . . fire-filled tongues quivering over the smooth, moist flesh exposed in the narrow palpitating slit. . . licking at the swollen sprout of her sensitive clitoris . . . teasing around the pinkly puckered hole of her anus . . .
"Aaaaa rrrr uuuu ggg hhhh . . . aaggh . . . eeeerrrr . . . ooowwweeeiiii. . . " she moaned helplessly in her dream, aroused to a fever pitch she had never known before by these faceless, mindless teenage tongues and fingers. "Yes . . . God . . . don't stop," she begged. "Ooooooohhh . . . I love it.. . I want you . . . I want you all!"
A strange, animal cry rose from her throat as she began a slow, grinding motion of her hips against the face or faces that breathed hotly into her wide-splayed crotch. Her hands twined in the boy's hair . . . she pulled it closer into her lust-tortured loins as if to bury it all in her steaming hot cunt! Her loins burned and ached with insatiable needs and screaming passion as she gazed through lust-fogged eyes at the seemingly dozens of naked teenage boys huddled around and hovering over her nakedness there on the gigantic double bed. They had all of them forgotten about the movie . . . they had, all of them, decided that live-action would be much more entertaining!
Ellen tossed, turned, and tossed again on the divan in the midst of her erotic dream. Time meant nothing to her as she slept on and she couldn't know how restless Fletch was becoming back at the table waiting for her, wondering what had happened to her, hoping she wasn't violently ill. He would take her home right away, he vowed . . . if she ever came out of the ladies room!
But Ellen wasn't ready just yet to awaken from her gloriously exciting dream! She was drowning in the exquisite throes of her own passion, looking up wide-eyed and full of gratitude at the sea of teenage cocks surrounding her. She moaned in the erotic ferment of her fiery passion . . . "God . . . oh it's so beautiful.. . yes . . . all of you . . . like me . . . suck me . . . fuck me . . . do it all to me!"
And they did!
As her obscene cries rang out through the enormous room, all of the multitude of teenagers responded at once! Suddenly, there were hands, seemingly millions of them, exploring every curve and hill and valley of her warmly naked flesh. One mouth attached itself to the voluptuous mound of her breast, teasing and taunting the erectly throbbing little nipple, while another captured her other breast and-likewise nibbled and nipped at its tautly pulsing nipple. Fiery waves of prurient ecstasy tore through her body at these erotically exciting ministrations, and she felt as though she had found heaven at last!
And then . . . she was whirling . . . spinning . . . tumbling madly in the glorious rapture of her arousal. Warm lips crushed down onto her moist mouth . . . warm, soft lips pressing passionately against hers. . . and then a pink teenage tongue speared into the dark cavern of her willingly open mouth . . . and she sucked hungrily on that tongue, wishing it were not one but a thousand teenage tongues as it pushed demandingly through her small white teeth! God, it was more wonderful than anything that had ever happened to her! She could still feel their hands . . . and the blunt, seeping tips of their cocks . . . all over her . . . in every crevice of her lushly naked body-teasing . . . titillating . . . tantalizing every single raw nerve-ending in her nakedly undulating young body!
In her erotically exciting dream, Ellen reached down between her body and the unknown teenager's to tentatively touch the great swollen length of his searingly pulsing cock. But her hand jerked back at the scorching electrical contact as if it had been shocked. But she wanted to touch it . . . had to hold that pleasure-packed length of turgid teenage flesh . . . she reached down again . . . let her eagerly trembling fingers fasten around its thickly palpitating length. . . felt every single ridge of its elongated length . . . touched it . . . wanted to hold it tight . . . wanted to take it in her mouth . . . yes, just like she had taken Mike's bloated young cock in her mouth that afternoon in Eric's office.
Groaning in the delirium of her desire, Ellen writhed and thrashed frantically, longing, craving, needing to have a lust-plunging cock inside the seeping hot confines of her cock-hungry cunt! She opened her mouth to cry out. . . but it was now completely filled by yet another tongue lashing and storming into that warm, damp chamber . . . God, if only someone would fuck her! If only that sizzling fire in her loins could be extinguished by a plunging hard cock skewering up into her desperately hungry belly!
And then, suddenly, as if in answer to her prayer, she felt hands gripping the softly pliant flesh of her thighs, pushing them further apart and back until she thought her pelvis would break! But, oh, it felt so good! Surely, someone was going to fuck her now! Some feverishly excited teenage boy was going to thrust his mammothly burgeoned teenage cock into the greedily sucking depths of her cunt! Yes . . . there it was . . . suddenly the magnificently aroused young blonde felt a stiff rod of blunt-headed flesh lunging against the softness of her inner thigh!
She tore her mouth away from the brutally kissing teenager to cry "Yeeesss . . . fuck me . . . oh please.. . please fuck me . . . God, how I want it.. . shove it into me . . . give me all your big, beautiful cock . . . all the way up into my belly . . . fuck meee!"
The boy moved forward now, gently parting the golden pubic hair with the rigidity of his pulsing cock-head. Ellen felt the warm soft folds of the ragged edges of her pussy close wetly over the rounded tip that threatened to penetrate into her sweet womanly sanctuary. Oh yes. . . hurry . . . now . . . do it to me.. . fuck me.. . she cried silently in the erotic throes of her blissful dream.
Suddenly, the faceless boy surged forward . . . and then he wasn't faceless anymore! It was Ralph, the boy who had fucked her half to death, half way to glory, in
Eric's office! He was here in this room, on this bed with the sea of other teenagers . . . and he was fucking her again with his big, beautiful cock! God, she could hear him gasp as the tight hot walls of her pussy slipped smoothly over the rock-hard length of his thickly pulsing cock! Her body trembled and shook before the magnificent assault, as the other hands and lips of other boys continued their erotic ministrations all over her blissfully naked flesh! She felt her thighs and buttocks now being drawn and held even wider apart by unknown hands as the lust-bloated organ of Ralph Sommers tunneled into her without mercy. And then she heard a loud roar as if all of the boys had suddenly gasped at once . . .
Ellen couldn't help but moan deliriously with the feverish intensity of her pleasure. She was moist and wide open down there, lubricated by the slippery, creamy secretions that had flowed from her simmering pussy during the tantalizing ministrations of the other boys' tongues. She whimpered and cried and groaned, writhed in the unadulterated glory of her rapture, the hard-ramming cock of Ralph Sommers pummeling into her while the others' hands and mouths teased and titillated every square inch of her naked body!
Her cunt felt filled. like a hotrod storming all the way up to her belly, the lunging steel-like rod of Ralph's flesh stretched the soft walls of her womb until she almost thought they would burst! He thrust forward again and again, and in her mind's eye she could almost see the ragged pink flanges of her cunt draping around his cock as it withdrew, then plunging back inward with every cunt-filling forward lunge! God, it was almost too wonderful to be true, too dynamically exciting to be possible! It was a dream . . . and yet it was so real . . . she would wake up soon . . . but all of the boys would still be surrounding her . . . and then Fletch would come too . . . his cock, too, would storm into the battered channel of her cunt and drive her to mind-blinding orgasm . . . Oh Fletch . . . yes, Fletch, I love you . . .
She could feel the teenage boys crowding closer now, all around her, watching as if mesmerized by the young innocent beauty of the high school Guidance Counselor as she was being so beautifully skewered and fucked by Ralph Sommers! She was barely aware now of the hands and mouths teasing the ample mounds of her breasts . . . everything seemed to be swirling around . . . her cunt was the pivot . . . everything revolved around that madly clasping love-hole between her willingly wide-splayed young thighs . . .
Ralph was stroking in and out of her now, sending strange sensations of unknown joy racing throughout her naked young body beneath him. Her hips began rotating in involuntary rhythm with the increasing speed and intensity of his plunging prick fucking into her . . . a thousand hands rubbed lewdly over the smooth globes of her softly rounded buttocks . . . others pulled wonderfully at the fleshy, hair-framed lips surrounding the cunt-battering cock . . . mouths still teased and nipped at the tautly erect nipples atop her sumptuous breasts . . .
And then one fingertip stroked up and down from her swollen cuntal lips to her tightly puckered anus.. . it was Mike! Her favorite young student was fingering the moist canyon between her widespread thighs, sending ever increasing waves of erotic joy through her nakedly undulating young body!
"Oh, Mike . . . yes . . . yes . . . " she cried as his finger suddenly pressed against the tight surrounding nether ring, then popped through, digging methodically and gloriously into the soft rubbery flesh inside! She felt him wiggle it inside her, felt then ever greater waves of intoxicating ecstasy sweep through her. It continued to wiggle, expanding the tight little opening, until at last Mike's whole finger was buried deep in the narrow throbbing passageway. "Yes, Mike . . . finger-fuck my ass . . . do it to me, little man . . . oooohhhh!"
The finger sank into the dark depths of her ass and joined the pistoning cock in a harmonious rhythm that forced lewd moans and groans in erotic cadence to their simultaneous tempo. Ellen had never before been lifted to such dizzying heights of prurient delight and she didn't want it to ever end! If only this cock and this finger would keep on tantalizing and thrilling her forever . . .
"God . . . give it to me . . . fuck me, both of you . . . yes . . . ooooohhhh," she cried, squirming her body obscenely in her dream to reach and draw sensation from each of the hands and fingers and mouths that were swarming over every inch of her lush, naked flesh. She saw cocks everywhere, all around her, beautiful teenage cocks throbbing and pulsing with the impatience of their passion! And she would have them-every single one of them! She would take them in her cunt and in her mouth and they would give her more exquisite pleasure all night long than she had ever dreamed of before!
Yes, what a magnificent sight! Everywhere she looked Ellen could see another lithe teenage boy in his virile nakedness fingering his impatiently pulsing prick, smiling in delighted anticipation of his chance to smash his organ into her lovely naked body. She was their lover, all of them, their special beauty, their happily willing fuck!
She moaned as Ralph's thick pole thrust without letup into her, growing larger and larger with each cervix-battering lunge, while the finger of Mike Easterbrook fucked into her ass as if it were another cunt! She was trapped between their two erotically exciting thrusts-and she loved it! She wanted it to go on and on and on forever!
Although only a slight whimper escaped from her lips, in her dream Ellen Bixby cried out in reckless wanton abandon as she rotated her smooth rounded buttocks faster and faster in a frantically feverish attempt to match the increasing speed of the swollen shaft and stiffened finger that thundered into her like a well-oiled piston. Reaching upward, she grasped two of the other boys' cocks and began a rhythmic savage stroking in time with the two instruments fucking in dual delight within her genitals.
And then she felt the thickly bloated cock fucking into her hungry cunt expand almost to the exploding point! Ralph was going to cum now! Oh beautiful, glorious cum!
She could feel the magnificent pressure building to almost the bursting point within her own loins as Ralph let go the full fury of his cum-laden balls. Jetting gushes of hot white cum spewed deep into her belly as she frenetically ground her naked loins against his pelvis, desperately struggling for her own agonized release. She could feel her hotly clasping pussy eagerly milking every single ounce of his magnificently flooding cum. And then, with a final spastic, spasmodic motion, the last of the boy's cunt-filling cum dribbled into her still hungry womb.
"Please . . . I'm almost there . . . give me another cock . . . I'm almost there . . . Oh God . . . please!" she cried as Ralph rolled, exhausted and empty, from her still thrashing body, just like he had that day in Eric's office. Only that time she, too, had reached her satisfaction and this time she had not. Oh, but she still had all of those other beautifully bloated teenage cocks around her and surely one of them would drive her to the explosive heights of rapturous joy she so desperately sought!
She lifted her head to smile at Ralph as he pulled away, assisted by seemingly thousands of other teenage boys who were anxious for their turn with this beautiful blonde wild-wench. She could see thin, viscous strands of milky fluid trailing from Ralph's cock over her leg and onto the mattress where he finally collapsed, thoroughly exhausted by the exertion of his sexual efforts.
Ellen's hips pushed upwards like a starving animal to willingly receive the next rigidly throbbing organ of teenage flesh . . . she bucked wildly against the next boy, needing no foreplay to spur him on, rocking frantically and struggling for the climax which was so close and yet so far . . .
Suddenly, Ellen felt herself being shaken . . . she was rolling back and forth . . . someone was rocking the mattress . . .
Her clouded blue eyes fluttered open. Hovering above her, she saw the strange face of a woman she had never seen before. The woman wore a black dress with a white apron and a little white cap. She was smiling comfortingly down.
"Wake up, Miss, wake up!"
Where was she, Ellen wondered. And where were those wonderful naked teenage boys . . . with their rock-hard cocks waiting to surge into her moistened cunt.. . it was still damp. . . she could feel that. . . her panties were soaked.
"Wake up, Miss. There's a gentleman outside, worrying about you," the friendly, smiling woman said.
Suddenly, Ellen was jolted into wakefulness! Grabbing her purse, she dashed out of the ladies room, to find Fletch standing impatiently by the door, taking long, deep drags from his cigarette.
"Ellen-are you all right? God, I was so worried about you! You look . . . so pale . . . "
"I fell asleep," she mumbled, taking his arm as he guided her to the exit.
"Did you have a nightmare or something? You look terrible!"
"A nightmare? No . . . not exactly," she smiled, feeling the color come back to her cheeks. "But I would like to go home. We've got a long night ahead of us, you and I, don't we, darling?"