Chapter 8
Gracefully pirouetting in front of her full-length bathroom mirror, Ellen Bixby admired the loveliness of her own reflection. Her eyes gazed appreciatively over the full billowing mounds of her bountiful breasts and down along the sleek curves of her womanly hips and thighs. Yes, she was a beautiful young woman, in the prime of her beauty, she laughed to herself. She guessed that it was no wonder Mike was so fascinated by the lush lines of her voluptuous young body!
Slipping her bathrobe over her svelte nakedness as she heard the doorbell ring, Ellen managed a glance at her bedside clock as she dashed through the bedroom towards the front door. Four o'clock exactly. Mike Easterbrook was right on time-surely an unusual occurrence for a eighteen year old boy! He must be looking forward to their intimate talk as much as she was. It would be difficult, she knew, to tell Mike that she would be leaving Los Angeles in two weeks. Doubtless, he would take the news rather hard. But he was a strong young boy and he would manage to survive very well without her. She only wanted to assure herself that he wouldn't forget the lessons she had taught him. That was all, she told herself as she pulled open the door.
"Good afternoon, Mike. I'm glad you could come," she greeted the fair-haired teenager. Casually gesturing him into the apartment, she added, "I think what we have to talk about is very important, indeed."
Mike smiled slightly, trying to act as calm and cool and arrogant as he could. Wordlessly stepping into her apartment, he purposely brushed Ellen's shoulder with his muscular upper arm, and he felt her tremble for a moment as a feverish thrill tore through the nakedness of her body beneath the robe. She was slightly confused about her instinctive reaction to his touch, and vowed to keep matters under greater control henceforward.
"Would you like some soda or something?" she asked politely as the boy settled himself onto the couch.
"A beer would be better, if you have one."
"Uh . . . yes, in fact I do," she replied with some surprise. Fletch had brought some beer and she knew that she still had one or two left in the refrigerator.
While in the kitchen, away from the boy's piercing gaze, Ellen poured herself a stiff shot of Scotch and gulped it down to calm and steady her nerves. What was the matter with her? Why did she feel so nervous and jumpy all of a sudden? As she felt the warm liquid slowly flowing down to her belly, Ellen Bixby could feel herself beginning to relax. Quickly, she poured and gulped still another shot, then retrieved a beer from the refrigerator and went back into the living room.
Seating herself on the couch beside Mike, Ellen watched him as he took several long swallows from his beer. His arms were so muscular, so powerful, so virile and so appealing!
And then, suddenly, as he smiled with half-closed eye lids at her, wordlessly communicating his clear message, Ellen realized why she had been so nervous a few minutes before. In the back of her mind, she had known all along that this was going to happen!
All conscious thought of why this handsome young teenager was now in her apartment and the anxiety she had known moments earlier faded into memories as the long-smoldering embers of natural and unquenchable passion began to glow and spark within them both, sending tingling flushes whipping over her flesh until every inch of her body became warm and ripe. As a swelling pressure mounted in her sumptuous breasts and loins, a corresponding sense of physical urgency gradually spread over her clouded mind, blanketing her consciousness with awareness of her burning needs. She felt no fear, no hesitation, no regrets.
"Well, Miss Bixby? You wanted to talk to me," the boy said softly, his eyes gazing headlong into hers.
"Y-yes . . . Mike . . . I wanted to tell you two things," she managed to stammer, her gaze locked to his as if by a magnet. She was in a near-stupor of sensuality now, her head dizzily spinning around, the physical impact of the nearness of his handsome young body nearly driving her wild with desire. "Mike . . . I . . . well, I'm going to be leaving-"
"Leaving?" he questioned, suddenly startled.
"Shhhhh . . . calm down . . . " she soothed, taking his one hand in between her two to comfort him. "Yes. In two weeks. I'm going-"
"But Miss Bixby-" he began to protest, confusion and panic sweeping over him.
"-to get married. You know that I've been engaged. Well, I'm leaving in two weeks to be married."
"Oh God," he moaned and Ellen could not help but feel a wave of sympathy for the obviously agonized young teenager. She squeezed his hand tighter between her own and felt a wrench in her stomach when she saw one tiny tear begin to trickle from the corner of his eye. Her heart went out to him. Her mind and soul were completely absorbed in his plight.
"Mike . . . now listen to me," she said with all the authority she could muster, which wasn't much. "I don't want you to go back to your old, arrogant ways. It means a great deal to me to see you succeed. It really does," she said softly, pulling his chin up from his chest with her slender, soft fingers so that she could look directly into his eyes. "I want you to make me very proud of you, Mike. I want you to graduate next year with honors-I want you to grow up to be a very important person!" And then she lowered her voice until it was barely a whisper. "Just as you are very important to me right now!"
Mike's eyes carefully measured the sensuous young blonde Guidance Counselor, as if he was searching for some secret confirmation of what she had just said to him. He focused first on her flushed, beautiful face, framed by the long flowing strands of her silky blonde hair, then slowly let his eyes travel the length of her lush, scantily clad body. When he looked up at last to meet her gaze, Ellen could see that his eyes were ablaze with the same irresistible desire that she felt quivering through her own loins. In that one moment, they each knew what she could not live without or deny any longer. She could feel his eyes burning into her flesh beneath her robe and she knew that before the evening was over, she would let this boy fuck her!
She stared heatedly into his eyes, feeling her consciousness sinking into the bottomless pools of his eyes. A strange, bittersweet urgency began to grow and swell in her sensitive loins and she could feel the slowly trickling seepage of her vaginal juices moistening the sensitive flesh of her warm inner thighs.
Before she knew what was happening, a low, hungry moan escaped from deep in her throat, breaking the absolute silence that had invaded the room.
As the soft, passionate moan echoed in the quiet of her mind, Ellen saw Mike studying her face as if gauging some secret facet of her sensual personality. Before she could really consider his intense interest in the secrets captured behind the deceptively serene beauty of her beautiful face, she heard his voice ring out commandingly
"You're beautiful. . . and I want you . . . and I'm going to have you!" With that, he wrapped his strong young arms around her helplessly aroused young body and drew her close to him. She felt herself begin to tremble with heatedly inspired excitement as his lips met her moist mouth. She felt his probing tongue insinuating itself between her sharp white teeth and she began to suck greedily at the spearing moist oral lance and she allowed him to pull her robe back off of her shoulders and down over her arms. She was trembling violently now from the excitement of the eighteen year old boy's fervent kiss as she sensed a sudden tightness in the ruby tips of her sensitive young breasts.
"Take it off, Ellen . . . take it off," he whispered passionately, tearing himself away from the passionately lingering kiss. He had used her first name . . . he had never done that before . . . and yet it didn't sound foreign or strange to the heatedly aroused young Guidance Counselor. Quite the contrary . . . it sounded as natural as could be! His eyes raked over the lush curves of her sumptuous young body as she slipped the robe off and sat before him stark naked and gently quivering with the intensity of her excitement.
"I'm going to fuck you, Ellen darling," he whispered then as he took in every lush curve of her ripe young body. "I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before!"
Ellen looked into his passion-flushed young face and she knew that he no longer realized or cared that she was his Guidance Counselor, that she was over three years his elder, or that she was engaged to be married to another man. All he knew were the urgent passions of the moment and that she was the most voluptuous and desirable woman he had ever seen or known. His eyes were opaque with passion, locked on the full mounds of her nakedly heaving tits as her breath began to come in loud, ragged, panting spurts.
"Darling . . . let's go into the bedroom . . . so we can be comfortable," she whispered and moments later, hardly recalling how he had picked her up and carried her nakedly excited body, she found herself stretched out on the softness of the mattress.
"Yess . . . Mike . . . fuck me . . . fuck me good," she begged. Her own nakedness and the forbidden aura of her situation sent tiny wisps of delicious pleasure rippling through her belly, exciting her as she had never been excited before. Looking up, she saw the tall, muscular youth struggling to be free of his clothing, tearing at his shirt and trousers, his vision still greedily glued to the sight of her nakedness sprawled out on the soft white sheets of her own double bed. The thought that she'd soon be in bed with this teenage Adonis, thrashing in unleashed savage ecstasy under his rampantly pulsing prick added sparks of devouring flames to her already burning arousal.
"Mike . . . you're so handsome . . . so . . . virile and . . . oh Miike!" she couldn't help but cry in the growing ferment of her passion.
She knelt up on the bed now, impatient to begin their mutual journey to ecstasy. She could feel her cunt swelling and throbbing in anticipation of the thickly swollen cock that would soon invade her sizzling sanctuary!
Mike's hands reached out and began running over the soft contours of her naked flesh, his coarse, calloused palms stroking gently over the smooth alabaster whiteness of her skin. She knelt still, her arms clamped to her sides although she desperately wanted to reach out and grasp the swelling rod of his teenage flesh that stood so provocatively from his pale forested loins. Quivers of divine pleasure ran through her body as his eyes devoured every luscious inch of her. And then, grasping one full ripe breast, he pulled it down to his flushed face and covered the tiny throbbing pink nipple with his own warm moist lips, sucking it deep into his wet mouth. Ellen gasped and swayed as she knelt before him, almost falling forward.
"Oh God . . . yes. . . suck my titties . . . do it all to me . . . and fuck me, Mike darling . . . soon . . . fuck me good, my wonderful young lover!"
"Soon . . . soon," he whispered fervently. Grasping her elbows, he pulled her forward and spread his thighs wide around her naked form. She felt his hand gently entwine in her hair then, pushing her head towards the nakedness of his loins where his enormously bloated pole of teenage flesh rose before her eyes from its pale nest of pubic hair. She knew what he wanted her to do. . . and she wanted to, too! She had sucked his cock once before on that fateful afternoon two months ago, and she would gratefully suck it dry again!
Still, the moist channel of her pussy ached, almost crying to be fulfilled with the huge throbbing cock that was now about to enter her mouth. She wanted it storming into the simmering furnace of her cunt. . . and at the same time, she wanted to taste its bittersweet pungency in her warm moist mouth. She determined to have the latter first. . . and then to glorious revel in the pleasures of the former! She would suck him until he was just about to cum . . . and then . . .
She felt him rubbing the smooth hardness of his cockhead against her lips and, as his hips jerked forward, she welcomingly opened her mouth to receive the massively burgeoned cock that slipped heatedly past her lips. She could feel it slither up the full length of her mouth, depressing her tongue and filling her cheeks completely with its thick, pulsing hardness. Holding her beautiful face tightly between his sweating palms, the teenager began to fuck into her mouth, slowly and gently at first, then with increasing speed and ferocity. Ellen felt as if she would gag for a moment as he slammed it down the narrow passage of her throat, but within moments had accustomed herself to the magnificent invasion of her soft-walled mouth. Struggling for breath, seething with a wild, animalistic excitement, she gasped hungrily for air on each out-stroke.
"Yes . . . Ellen, baby . . . suck it. . . ooohhh . . . suck it good, baby . . . aaarrrnnnggghhh!" she heard him groan above her. His words only served to arouse her further and she sucked hungrily as the passion-driven rod of lust-stiffened flesh buried itself deep in the warm moist cavern of her eagerly sucking mouth.
God, it tasted so good!
Tiny droplets of seminal fluid seeped from the tiny glans at the end of his cock, the sharp pungent taste and odor only increasing the avidly burning passions of her desire. She closed her eyes and savored each moment that the thickly pulsing shaft of rampantly excited teenage flesh plunged in and out of her tightly ovaled young lips! She felt as though she was losing consciousness as she sucked, gluttonously and greedily at the turgid shaft of stiffened flesh while all the time her own feverishly excited cunt yearned for the fulfillment of that pleasure-packed instrument. Soon . . . soon she would release that glorious organ from her mouth and then it would slide up into the hungrily clasping confines of her sizzling young cunt. . .
"Ummm, good . . . harder . . . suck harder . . . oh, that's it. . . harder . . . oh, aaaa nnnn rrrr nnnn gggg hhhhh! the boy hissed from above, his voice husky and breathless with passion. As he spoke, he pulled her head harder onto his rampaging prick as it hammered into the back of her throat. God, it felt so good to have this gorgeous older woman sucking on the tumid length of his cock! He had gotten Lila to suck his cock once or twice, but the pleasure he had felt then was nothing compared to the divine ecstasy he was feeling right now. And Lila was only a girl, after all-Ellen Bixby was a woman, all woman, a real woman if ever he had seen one! It wasn't that his luscious blonde now sucking on his cock was . . . well, more ripe and full developed! And therefore infinitely more succulent!
The lust-crazed youth was watching his passion-crazed blonde Guidance Counselor, his face contorted with the fervently burning passions of his own arousal. Holding the sides of her head (not that she needed encouragement), he forced her lips even more urgently downward, even closer to the base of his cock, until his wiry pubic hair tickled her pert little nose! A thundering roar beat through his brain-he was going to cum! Damn! He had wanted to fuck her before his orgasm! But it was too late now! He would just have to save her cunt for another ride!
Pressing his strong young fingers into her cheeks to make the warm moist cavern of her mouth even tighter around his rampaging prick, he crammed his pulsing, lust-thickened shaft deep into her face and lunged powerfully forward. His massively swollen instrument throbbed painfully and the ache in his balls was almost more than he could bear. He could feel his thickly palpitating prick expanding in the channel between the softness of her tongue and the firm slippery roof of her avidly sucking mouth as he speared into her with long, powerful strokes until it felt as if a million volts of jolting electricity were shooting through his lust-fevered young body.
"Aaarrruuuggghhh . . . gonna cum . . . can't help . . . . gonna cum . . . cummming. . . aaa eee ooo iii . . . " the eighteen year old boy wailed in the exquisite delirium of his passion. A second later, Ellen heard yet another scream rip from the handsome teenager's throat and his hot milky fluid began to gush like an exploding volcano into the warmly sucking confines of her mouth. Her throat tightened spasmodically as she swallowed in desperate gulps. Oh, it tasted so good! If it wasn't for the screaming, steaming desire raging in her cunt she would be totally lost to the pungent glory of his scalding white-hot load that now bloated her cheeks and overflowed in trickling streams down her chin. His strong young hands gripped her head until he emptied himself completely into her sperm-filled mouth. Then, exhausted, he released her head as he fell backwards on the bed.
As she looked down, Ellen once more appreciated the fine lithe lines of his youthful body. Small sprinklings of fair hair were just sprouting on his chest and chin . . . little pale fuzz of hair decorated the lengths of his arms . . . and his cock, now deflated and limp against his thigh . . .
She had to have it in her cunt! She had to have that teenage cock once again swollen with the fire of his lust and storming into the unsatisfied depths of her prick-hungry loins! God, she would die if he left her as unfulfilled as Fletch so often had! No, she wouldn't stand for it! She, too, would have the blissful release of her orgasm before this evening was over!