Chapter 6

Things were never quite the same for Paul after that Open School Night. Something clicked in his mind and the whole course of his life changed direction.

He realized just as soon as he got home that Joyce wasn't the wife for him. It wasn't fair to him, it wasn't fair to her and not even for the kid. With each day that passed this realization came into sharper focus and the days that Paul was with his family became increasingly unbearable.

He had found a new direction, a new dimension in sex and he wasn't going to return to the old way, to the humdrum existence he had lived previously. A few weeks passed and Paul had made several sorties back to that garage to see if he could find either Peggy or Sue, preferably Sue, but he met with no success and then one night as he checked out the garage he found it padlocked and just as he walked away from it a police patrol car passed by.

The next morning the local newspapers carried a headline about narcotics being found in a garage on Barker Street. Paul read the article nervously and against his hopes both Sue Ramsey and Peggy Martin's name appeared. He knew that the two girls would be off limits ... at least to him in the future and he felt a sense of loss at this, but since he was now aware of the new morality and of the promiscuousness of the new generation he didn't feel despondent, didn't feel completely lost and hopeless as he had once felt.

He started to look for new possibilities, for any available contacts and at last, he found one ... in one of his own classes. The girl was remarkably beautiful, remarkably well developed for fifteen years. She seemed aloof, to be different from her other classmates-more mature, more sensual. A lot of the boys seemed drawn to her and tried to make friends and date her but she would have nothing to do with them. She considered herself on a par with her teachers and often would speak to them as if she were their equal-their peer.

The girl's name was Ellen Sanchez and she sat in the first seat of Paul's last English class for the day. She had long flowing black hair and stared through incredibly dark eyes that made Paul uncomfortable, made him feel as if he was standing in front of the room with his fly open.

She seemed unusually bright for her age and covered the work excellently. Paul often felt that she was trying to communicate something to him, something more than just a mere student teacher relationship.

This feeling became more poignant when the girl handed him a book report on the "Sytaricon" a classical of piece of erotic literature. In Ellen's writing about the work she used an ease and familiarity concerning sex that made Paul uncomfortable. He read and then reread the girl's report and found himself quite worked up about it.

At last he decided to confront her ... to speak to her.

His opportunity came that Friday afternoon after his last class.

"Ellen, will you stay for a while? There's something I'd like to speak to you about," Paul said as the final bell rang for the end of the day.

"Surely, Mr. Garner," she replied, remaining quietly in her seat while the rest of her classmates raced for the doors.

"It's about your book report," Paul said when the room was at last empty.

"Didn't you like it?" the girl replied quickly.

"Oh, that's not it at all. It was an excellent report. In fact, I think perhaps a bit too good."

“What do you mean, Mr. Garner?"

"Well, Ellen, your report, aside from being written excellently shows an understanding and awareness of sex that is usually not found in a girl of your age."

"But then, Mr. Garner, I'm not the usual girl of my age."

"Would you clarify yourself, please," he asked looking over at the girl with his bovine blue eyes and then gesturing for her to join him at his desk.

"Just because a girl's fifteen doesn't mean that she has to live in a convent, has to spend her nights watching television and eating pizza."

"Are you telling me ... that you are experienced? That you have experienced all that you have written about?" Paul said turning sharply and looking at the girl.

At once he was struck by her beauty and he then realized that since they had walked over to the desk and while his back was turned to her a button in her blouse has been opened. He was sure ... definitely sure that it had been fastened while the girl sat at her desk and now here it was open and giving Paul a clear view of her cleavage.

"That's right Mr. Garner. I've been participating ... enjoying sex ever since I started to develop."

"Do your parents know anything about this?" Paul questioned, no longer caring about the girl's book report but fascinated ... intrigued by her blatancy, by her unashamed confession.

"Yes, of course they do. I don't have to sneak around, I don't have to hide from my parents. They encouraged me. They believe that sex is good and sex should be enjoyed. In fact, my father says quite often if they're old enough to bleed they're old enough to be butchered."

"That's some philosophy."

"My father's some man."

"I'm sure he is. He must be," Paul added almost sarcastically.

"No, really, I'm very proud of him. I couldn't stand to have one of those uptight modern parents who are afraid of their children, afraid to discuss to talk about sex with them, afraid of facing reality. My parents are different. They're not caught up in this contemporary moral strangulation."

"Communication with your parents is certainly wonderful but I wonder whether a girl of fifteen is mature enough to accept the responsibilities of sex."

"What responsibilities?"

"Well, for example, what happens if you become pregnant?"

"I use the pills ... most of the other girls do too but they feel guilty about it, they're uptight about having sex. Not me, when I find someone I want to groove with, I do. I enjoy it, they enjoy it and we're both happy and neither of us feel guilty about it."

"That's the way it should be ... I suppose," Paul added.

"It's the best way ... at least for me it is. I don't condemn the other girls but I don't think I could be happy being like them. I'm not a hypocrite, I have to be true to myself. That's why I don't date any guys my own age. They're too immature, too caught up in the way things are."

"What do you mean?" Paul questioned.

"Why, if I dropped my pants for any guy in this school, no matter how good-looking, no matter how much I wanted him, by the next afternoon half the school would know it and I'd have a reputation ... not one that I'd want, not one that would really be justified."

"I see," Paul said still staring at the young girl. Her body was beautiful, her posture excellent. She held her shoulders back, her tits jutted forth straining against the material of her dress. Her legs were long slender tapering and very appealing. Paul was aware of a discomfort between his legs, a gradual stiffening of his cock.

And then they continued their conversation for what seemed like only a few minutes but when Paul looked at his watch it turned out to be over an hour.

"My God, it's going on four thirty, I'm sorry I kept you so long, Ellen," he said.

"So am I ... I didn't realize it was that late. I've missed the last bus. Now I'll have to take three others and that's a hell of a hassle."

"Well, since it was my fault, the least I can do is offer you a ride home ... that is, if you're not too scandalized."

"I'm not scandalized at all, Mr. Garner. I think it's quite nice of you, quite considerate," Ellen said her voice warm, friendly, seductive.

They pulled up in front of her home and Ellen asked Paul if he would like to meet her parents. The home was neat, attractive, upper middle class and Paul was driven with an insatiable curiosity about the Sanchez family and he readily accepted.

He followed her up the walk and the girl unlatched the door, opened it and both stepped into a nicely decorated foyer.

It was obvious to Paul at once that the girl's family had good taste, perhaps a little bit more arty more avant garde than Paul's own, but there was a certain comfort and a certain homeliness about the place that Paul sensed ... felt it and was relaxed.

Mrs. Sanchez, like her daughter, was a truly attractive woman. She was a bit more portly, a bit more fleshy, but it seemed to suit her, it was to her advantage. The woman appeared to be about forty and had a naturalness about her that added to her attractiveness. When she saw Paul her face beamed into a welcoming smile and Paul instantly felt comfortable in her presence.

As Mrs. Sanchez showed Paul into the living room she asked him if he would care for a drink.

"Yes, thank you, if you have any scotch ... " Paul paused.

"Yes we do."

"Then, scotch and water would be fine."

"I'll be back in a minute," she said disappearing even before Ellen could introduce Paul as her English teacher.

"This is quite a lovely home you have here, Ellen."

"Thank you, Mr. Garner, we like it," she replied.

Paul busied himself looking along the bookcase. Obviously someone in the family had excellent taste in literature for Paul found many of his own favorite works contained in the family library.

"Do you read much, Ellen?"

"Yes ... I've read most of the books we have here and all of the one's you've assigned in class so far," Ellen added.

"That's wonderful ... it's a shame that with a girl of your ability and obvious enthusiasm we can't have a more stimulating selection in school."

"Oh, that's all right," Ellen replied, "I have plenty of other things to do to keep me occupied."

"For example?"

"For example, there's painting. I enjoy it, as a matter of fact, I did this one," she said gesturing to a modern painting.

"It's quite attractive," Paul said sincerely just as Mrs. Sanchez entered the room with a tray of drinks.

"A scotch and water," she said offering him one of the three.

"Which one?"

"Oh, it doesn't matter. They're all the same."

Paul was a bit surprised to see his fifteen year old student sipping a scotch and soda.

"I suppose you're surprised to see that I drink," Ellen said sensing Paul's thoughts.

"Well ... yes I am ... it's a bit unusual."

"Yes, that's true," Ellen replied. "I suppose it’s part of my parent's permissiveness.”

"Fred and I believe that Ellen is mature enough to make up her own mind about things," Mrs. Sanchez said. "We've always had liquor in the house and she knows that it's never been forbidden her. Consequently, at fifteen she's more able to cope with the situation than other girls who have been forbidden it," she continued.

"Yes, I would imagine that you are right," Paul said. "Availability does seem to take the mystique out of things."

"Not only the mystique," Ellen quickly added “but the thrill of the illicit-the feeling of doing wrong and getting away with it"

"It's a feeling that I hope Ellen has never had to feel, never gone through," Mrs. Sanchez added.

"Well, it's certainly interesting," Paul replied.

"Rachel, by the way, this is Mr. Garner, my English teacher," Ellen said addressing her mother.

"Oh, it's very nice to meet you Mr. Garner ... Ellen has spoken so often about you."

"Favorably, I hope, Mrs. Sanchez," he said.

"Oh, most favorably, I assure you and please call me Rachel. Last names seem so cold and distant."

"I agree with you. But I'll only call you Rachel if you call me Paul ... you too, Ellen, at least out of class."

"Thank you ... Paul," Ellen replied obviously delighted by her mentor's familiarity.

The three conversed for a while being joined by Ellen's father. He was a man of vanishing handsomeness. That he had once been good looking was still evident by his face but the years had succeeded in robbing his physical handsomeness although he still retained that charm that which had originally endeared him to Rachel. He seemed to fit perfectly into the family group, both as father and husband and he was surprised to find that he was completely comfortable ... completely at ease in this family setting. It was only natural that when Rachel Sanchez asked him for dinner that he accept.

The dinner was pleasurable ... enjoyable beyond any means that Paul had had with his own family. During the course of the dinner Fred Sanchez dominated the conversation but he did so in an accommodating manner and Paul was so thoroughly absorbed in what he had to say that he didn't even notice.

The man expanded his views in child rearing and interpersonal relations. Views that were shared by his whole family and given voice by Ellen earlier that afternoon. Paul found himself agreeing with them this time ... accepting them almost completely.

After dinner the two women cleared the table ... quickly and efficiently. During this time Paul and Fred discussed Ellen in the living room.

"We want her to be happy ... to enjoy life as much as possible," Fred said.

"At fifteen?" Paul questioned.

"Yes! Even at fifteen she's more mature than some women double her age."

"That's true," Paul said, thinking of Joyce and comparing her with Ellen.

"She's capable of making her own decisions, especially with regard to liquor and sex. This seems to be where most families divide, most family conflict start."

"And so far as I've seen your family seems to be free from this strife."

"So far everything has gone perfectly," Fred said.

"You have quite a faith in your daughter, Fred," Paul declared.

"Complete intimate faith, that's why Rachel and I can go out now and I'm sorry but we have to and leave Ellen here with you without worry, without care."

"Without care?"

"That's right, if Ellen decides that she likes you enough that she wanted to extend herself and go to bed with you. Then that's her decision and her decision alone and both Rachel and myself understand it."

"But ... but what if I tried to seduce her? What if she wasn't really interested in me and I just talked her into bed?"

"Oh, don't think that hasn't been tried. There have been plenty of guys who have been here and tried to talk Ellen into going out with them but that girl knows what she wants, knows how to get it and from what I hear, knows how to keep it."

"What does she want?"

"For the time being, just a good time. She's looking forward to college and ultimately teaching, then marriage. She hopes, at least she says she does, to find a man whose of the same convictions and opinions as herself, but only time will tell."

Just then Ellen and her mother appeared. Rachel had changed and looked a bit more alluring than before dinner. It was almost as if when she took off the apron she took off ten years. Mr. and Mrs. Sanchez excused themselves and said goodnight to Paul, inviting them back any time he wished to visit.

Within a few minutes Paul and Ellen were alone, sitting in the living room and listening to the soft strains of Mozart. The girl seemed to be quite sure of herself, quite confident in her ability to entertain her English teacher. She disappeared into the kitchen and a few minutes later offered him a second scotch and water. The two of them sat drinking and talking and just enjoying each other's company ... becoming warmer and more intimate.

"Ellen ... do you think you'd ... enjoy going to bed with me?"

"Yes, Paul ... I know I would. But how would this affect us in school?"

"I don't see where it should have any bearing on school. I mean, I'm certainly not going to start telling everyone I've been to bed with you. I'm confident of that"

"No, I don't think it will affect school at all."

"Neither, do I," said Paul, standing up and extending his hand to the waiting girl. "Shall we?"

"Yes, let's ... " Ellen said, her voice steady and her eyes intense. She reached for and took his hand and stood up, easing her body closer to him, finally modeling it against his.

Paul's strong arms encircled the girl and pulled her tightly against him. He tided his head downward as she lifted hers toward him. A second later their lips met and tingled with excitement in both of their bodies.

Then Paul felt the girl's sensitive mouth opening beneath his own. Her lips parted and Paul's strong tongue slid out from his mouth over her even white teeth and probed deeply about her mouth. Ellen obviously enjoyed the contact for she pressed her body even tighter against Paul Garner's manly form.

The two of them were breathing heavily as Ellen led the way up the stairs. Paul followed closely behind her and his eyes focused on her swaying hips.

"Would you like to take a shower?" Ellen said, adding quickly, "with me."

"Sounds like fun," Paul replied reaching up and patting her ass gently.

"This is my room," the girl said gesturing to the room adjoining the bathroom.

Paul was pleased to see that Ellen had a large double bed, a bed that he was sure going to give a workout before this evening came to a close.

She quickly entered the room, flicking on a small light and then starting to undress.

Paul watched for a moment as the girl slid out of her shoes and dress and stood before him wearing only her bra and panties. "Don't be shy," she croaked, walking over to him and helping him out of his jacket.

If there was anything that Paul wasn't, it was shy. He quickly pulled off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt removing it and throwing it down on top of his jacket. He opened his pants and then dropped them kicking off his loafers and sliding his foot through the pants leg. His undershirt was next and then his socks. Then he stopped.

"You see, I'm really not shy," Paul said and added a wink.

"No, I suppose you're not," Ellen said and approaching him and finally pressing her cheek against his smooth solid chest

"Well, will you undo my bra, please," she asked.

"Gladly," Paul replied and his agile fingers found the hook and quickly undid it.

A quickly move of her shoulders and the bra fell down between them to the floor. Then Paul felt her full lush breasts pressing against his chest. He could even feel the firmness of her tender young nipples rubbing against his bronze skin.

He clenched her tightly to him and ran his warm hands up and down the smoothness of her back, feeling her flesh quiver under his touch. He stopped for a moment at the small of her back and then slid his hands in under the material of her panties, feeling the full round apple like buttocks that the material scantly covered.

"Nice ... real nice," he whispered bending his head down and letting the words float into her ear.

"Thanks," Ellen replied, letting her arms encircle Paul's waist and her own hands disappeared into his briefs and squeezed at his muscular buttocks. Paul quickly tightened his muscles and this delighted Ellen.

Slowly she began to peel his briefs down over his muscular ass, running her hands over the smooth solid curve as she did.

When she had his briefs about to the middle of his thighs, Paul's cock sprung free from its confinement and pressed against the girl's young waiting flesh.

"Oh," she gasped and her hand immediately reached for Paul's prick.

Ellen stepped back so that she could feel and observe his pulsating cock. It was fully hard, fully erect and ready to be played with.

And that's just what Ellen did! She ran her expert fingers up and down the length of it, pinching the tip gently and fondling Paul's balls until Paul felt the lust becoming too strong inside of him.

"Maybe, we'd better go take that shower now," he said, "or else we might not get to take it at all."

"I guess maybe you're right," Ellen laughed and she did feel herself becoming aroused, stimulated, wet with lust and anticipation.

On the way to the bathroom Ellen stopped in the linen closet to procure fresh towels and Paul began to mix the water.

"How do you like it? Hot, cold, or in the middle?" he called to her.

"Hot, if you're talking about me; warm if you're talking about the water," Ellen laughed.

"Okay," Paul called to her as the strong stream of water shot out from the faucet.

"I think that's a little too hot," Ellen said, stepping into the tub behind him and sampling the water with her foot.

When the water was adjusted to Ellen's satisfaction Paul flipped the switch and stepped aside so that the warm spray from the shower splashed down on Ellen's pink skin.

She tilted her head back and allowed the water to splash onto her face and drenching her hair. Her tilted head was too great a temptation for Paul to resist and he joined her under the spray. His lips crashed down onto hers and he let his tongue slide deeply again into her mouth and back to her throat.

The water cascaded down on them, titillating their flesh and making them feel clean and alive. Once their bodies were thoroughly soaked Paul bent down and picked up the soap.

They stepped back out of the shower and with a cleansing motion Paul began rubbing the soap over Ellen's sensuous young body. Eventually her worked up a thick creamy white lather.

He handed the soap to Ellen and as she was massaging the latter into his skin he grabbed hold of her firm young tits for the first time. He allowed them to slip through his hands with each grasp as the sudsy lather made them slippery to the touch. It seemed to magnify the unpack of Paul's touch.

"That's wonderful! It really feels great," Ellen said, moving her hands a little faster on Paul's muscular body.

Gradually his body became just as sudsy and white as hers was, covered with fine little bubbles of the lather. Ellen's hands were now working on his prick. With one hand she massaged his balls and with the other she took his huge erection in her firm hand and let it slide through from tip to end.

His prick pulsated and throbbed with excitement as Ellen's fingers worked their magic. He was on fire with a passion that steadily grew, steadily became more urgent and demanding.

His arms encircled her waist and his hands easily slid down her wet back to her buttocks, grabbing them firmly and pulling her tightly to him. Ellen raised her arms and put them around Paul's neck When their bodies were clasped securely together they began to push and slide together against each other, the wet lather lubricating their bodies and conducting the electricity from one to the other.

Ellen was pliable, she was passive and Paul felt completely in control of the situation. He turned her around so that her back was to him. With one hand he rubbed the slipperiness of her breasts, pinching the elusive nipples and with the other he stimulated the lips of her cunt, forcing one finger into the hot cavern and stroking her clitoris.

He held her tightly against him and positioned his prick upward between the cheeks of her buttocks, not penetrating but merely resting between the fleshy cheeks. He began moving his body up and down against hers, sliding his enormous prick against the wet smooth skin of Ellen's ass cheeks.

The slippery white soap that lubricated his prick made each stroke feel like a small climax and with each plunge, with each movement his balls beat against the softness of her ass and Paul shivered with pleasure. They were both on fire now, they both felt the need as the pressures inside them rose to the boiling point, but this wasn't the way that Paul wanted it and he was sure that Ellen would much prefer ending it in bed, to ending it here and now in the shower.

Paul eased his body away from her and back under the refreshing spray from the shower. Even though the water was warm it seemed to cool his body, seemed to calm him down. The steady beads of water beat against the stiffness of his prick and soon he felt the organ growing limp again. The soap quickly rinsed from his body and he moved out of the way so that Ellen could rinse off.

The two of them toweled dry and helped each other as much as possible. There was an obvious eagerness in Ellen as she dried Paul's back briskly with the terry cloth towel. She might be mature in her attitudes and most of her other aspects but when it came to sex she still had the impatience and urgency of her peers.

Completely dried off they pranced quickly through the hall and into Ellen's bedroom. The crisp clean linen of her bed felt cool against Paul's fevered flesh and he quickly sought out Ellen's equally hot body for comfort.

"You're some girl, Ellen," Paul whispered as their bodies slid together.

Ellen's shape was almost perfectly designed to fit against Paul's masculine body. She moved her flesh against his, pressing her firm bosom against his chest Her smooth slender belly was against his and her molten groin against his.

"Thanks ... I'm glad you like me Paul," and for the first time there seemed to be an apparent nervousness in her voice and an uneasy quality that Paul had been unable to detect before.

It wasn't at all that Ellen was uncomfortable about having sex with him. Paul's attitude and charm had put completely at ease in this regard. It was simply that Ellen was so hot and so randy that her voice seemed to crack with emotion ... with urgency ... with need.

"I want you ... I want you so bad, in fact I've wanted you from the first day that I walked into your classroom."

"Is that so?" Paul asked laughing softly.

"Yes ... it's true. I knew that somehow, someway we'd end up like this ... in bed."

"How could you possibly know that?"

"Because I wanted you so badly ... so much that ... that it just had to happened.

"Disappointed? Are you kidding? I couldn't be happier or more satisfied. You're just what I want, just what I need and ... I need you now."

"Oh," Paul said raising his eyebrows slightly.

"Oh," Ellen mimicked.

"Oh, ... and tell me Ellen, what do you need, what do you want?"

"I want you ... to possess me, to have me. I want to be all yours, to satisfy you and make you happy."

"How ... how do you want me to be happy?"

"I want you to enjoy me and I want to feel you inside of me, to feel that cock of yours slipping into me, taking me."

"That sounds good. Any other ideas?"

"Yes, one big important idea."

"What's that?"

"That's, how about we stop talking ... cut out the conversation and get to ... to loving."

Paul laughed and slid his arms around Ellen's naked waiting flesh. They were lying of their sides, facing each other, touching each other-almost as if they were a statue molded out of one huge single piece of marble by the hand of some Greek artisan.

Paul's fingers spread out against the soft skin of Ellen's back and he pulled her tightly against him. The pressure of his embrace caused Ellen to exhale deeply and her young delicate breasts were flattened against Paul's muscular chest.

"Oh ... you feel so good, so warm," she whispered as her hands reached around Paul's body clasping his equally as tight.

Ellen stared into Paul's face, noting his soft eyes and gentle smile. Almost instantly she desired to kiss and desired to feel his smooth lips pressing against her own.

It was almost as if Paul had read her mind for he began to move his face closer to her own. Ellen angled her head slightly and in a second their lips met. At first the contact was soft and their lips just brushed against each other but the need that raced throughout their bodies soon added force to their kiss.

Paul's hand moved up the velvet skin of Ellen's back and held the back of her head as he gradually applied pressure with his lips.

There was no mistaking Ellen's passion as she yielded ... parted her lips and allowed him entrance into her mouth. She moaned as she felt Paul's tongue slide between her lips and began to explore her mouth. She felt it slide over her own tongue, tickling the back of her throat-and the sides of her cheeks, then along the smooth roof of her mouth. It was wonderful and she couldn't believe that it was really happening, that she and Paul were really making love.

By the time that Paul had withdrawn his tongue from her mouth, Ellen felt a dampness between her legs that she knew had not been caused by the shower that they took together-it was proof of her own excitement ... of her own passion.

She sighed and started to breath heavily, her warm breath was sweetly scented and felt hot and moist against Paul's cheek as he began to kiss her gently about the face.

Her forehead, her eyes her cheek all felt the burning presence of Paul’s sensual lips. Then Ellen's velvet throat came under his attack and for the first time as Paul kissed the smooth skin his tongue slid out and seemed to sear her flesh ... .seemed to set it on fire with desire and anticipation.

His tongue slid effortlessly along her sensitive skin and Ellen shivered with its contact. Paul worked his way down her throat, along her collarbone and then up to Ellen's ear. He paused momentarily to nibble on her earlobe and then he started to probe into that ultra sensitive orifice.

His attention now drove Ellen wild. She strained the muscles of her legs, pressing her toes downward as if she were a ballerina in an effort to keep her body under control. She felt like screaming, crying, laughing, all at once. Her stomach churned and her body trembled and deep within her vagina she felt a stirring a longing ... a craving that demanded attention ... demanded satisfaction.

"Oh, Paul," she moaned sliding her hot hand down his side and over his hips. She had to feel it, had to touch it, had to know if it was hard, if it seemed ready ... ready to give her the attentions, the satisfactions that she needed so badly.

Slowly she edged her fingers down over his hips bones and along the tight firm flesh of Paul's lower trunk. She knew where it should be and found it without any difficulty and then she touched it. At once she felt a violent shiver race through her body and she knew that Paul wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.

His cock was so hard that it felt almost artificial ... felt almost like the object was made out of metal, a living metal that throbbed and pulsated with excitement

She ran her hand up the length and concentrated on the tip of it.

Her index finger felt the small droplets of precome squeezing to the surface, proof of how ready, how excited Paul was.

"No, I won't have to wait much longer," she thought running her hand back and forth across the length of his cock, stimulating him ... arousing him all the more.

Ellen's tough was light ... gentle ... .almost as if she wasn't touching Paul's cock at all. He had been completely unaware that Ellen's hand was arousing him. At first Paul was just conscious of a very pleasant sensation along the length of his shaft When he turned his attention to it he knew that it wasn't something natural and then realized that it was Ellen's fingers that worked the magic that he was feeling.

There was no mistaking it though. He was really turned on, already hotter than he believed possible. He had wanted this to last, to drag out. Paul had pictured fondling Ellen's breasts, nibbling on the pink hard tips, exploring the hot moist depths of her pussy and stimulating and exciting her. But now all he could think about, all he wanted to do was fuck her.

It was no use for Paul to try to control himself-to try and calm down. He was too far gone, too excited, to put it off any longer.

He slid his hand to Ellen's shoulder and gradually eased her back on the bed until she was lying flat on her back.

"This is it," Ellen thought ... "I'm going to get it. I'm gonna get it good."

Paul's hand then slid down across her shoulder and squeezed the firmness of her breasts, pinching the hard nipples momentarily. His hand passed down over her flat stomach and to her crotch.

Paul slid a finger easily into Ellen's box. The excited lips of her pussy readily gave way, allowing him full access into her. The juices of her snatch lubricated his finger as it penetrated to the soft hot fleshy interior.

While Paul's finger was busily turning Ellen's cunt into a volcano of desire, his lips again pressed against hers-his tongue again sank into the recesses of her mouth.

Ellen's body began to squirm with delight. Her flesh needed and loved the stimulation and her body instinctively responded to Paul's every touch ... his every movement His finger slid back and forth in her vagina, tickling the length of her clitoris and Ellen squeezed the muscles of her ass ... squeezed them hard and tightly and forced herself tightly onto Paul's probing digit.

"She's ready," Paul thought, withdrawing his finger and letting his hand slide down to that sensitive V formed where Ellen's tapering legs met. His hands slid along Ellen's crotch and she felt as though she would cry out with the pleasure of it.

But Paul's tongue was still implanted deeply in her mouth and she was unable to scream. Instead the cry echoed through her brain, a cry of great lust ... great urgency.

Paul was enjoying these final moments of play, moments that he knew couldn't last much longer. He was too hot ... to ready ... to prolong it.

He gently altered his position, spreading Ellen's graceful legs and kneeling between them. He knelt for a second staring at the young girl's beautiful body and then he took his throbbing meat in his hand, aiming the tip of it at Ellen's anxious cunt.

Leaning forward on the bed for support Paul began to lower his body. He heard the girl sigh with emotion as the tip of his prick touched the sensitive lips of her pussy.

Gradually, slowly, he applied the necessary pressure for spreading the tight young cunt lips. His force was steady and his prick was unbelievably hard as it forced its way into her, spreading her labia and sinking into the warm moist cavern of her love.

Ellen squeezed her eyes tightly shut and focused all of her attentions on the pleasure that she was feeling between her legs. Paul's cock was stretching the entrance to her snatch further than it had ever been stretched before. There was a little pain ... there was a little discomfort but it was far overcome by the pleasure that she was feeling.

Ellen reached out, placing her hands on each of Paul's shoulders and she began to pull him down to her. Paul's body answered her request and moved slowly downward until their chests were again pressed together, their lips again joining company.

Paul had arched his back so that his whole cock shouldn't plow into the girl before she was ready to take it all.

He knew that his prick was big ... very big and he was concerned about hurting her. He knew though that she could take it ... take it all and she would-provided he went slowly and was gentle.

It was Ellen's body that made the next move. She undulated her hips slightly so that the whole head of Paul's cock was completely engulfed by her snatch. He knew that the worst was over for her now and that she'd be able to take the rest of it without any difficulty and he began to increase his pressure, feeling his shaft sinking deeper and deeper into the molten soft flesh of Ellen's churning snatch.

"Is it hurting you?" Paul asked gently.

"No, it feels so ... so good ... so very good," Ellen sighed wrapping her arms around Paul's neck and hugging him tightly.

He continued with the pressure and Ellen's cunt continued to take all that he could offer-to take it eagerly and anxiously.

When there was no more for her to have, Paul's loins were pressing firmly against her own and Ellen sensed that she had it all ... every bit that he had to offer.

A feeling of intense satisfaction seemed to come over her and she strained her back, arching herself under Paul's body and grinding her pussy against his cock just so that she would be sure that she had all of him buried inside of her.

Before Paul knew what was happening his own animal instincts had taken over and his body was beginning to move, beginning to function without his conscious approval. His hips began to pump his rod in and out of Ellen's waiting box.

Paul's throbbing cock slid back and forth in Ellen's pussy, each thrust increasing both of their pleasure. His mind had caught up with his body's instinctive movements and he was concentrating, dwelling, on each plunge. Ellen's hips began to move beneath him, to undulate and pick up the tempo-the rhythm that she followed. Each plunge that Paul made sent sparks of passion shooting through Ellen's moist vagina walls and up into her stomach and with each withdrawal the hot membranes of her love hole seemed to follow his prick out, grasping on to it as if she didn't want it to leave, sucking at it and churning around it.

As their love making continued it began to grow more violent and more urgent and demanding. Paul was beginning to lose control and Ellen knew it. He picked up the beat and his hips pounded faster and harder at Ellen's soft body. The fire of sex was burning hot within her too and she slid her heels up along Paul's muscular thighs.

Paul continued to appease his savage animal-like passions with Ellen's delicious sensitive young body. The tension within him was reaching its peak and their two young bodies ground furiously against each other. Their genitals met with a force that made them tremble with the approaching climax.

Ellen was the first to surrender to a fit of passion. Her body vibrated with pleasure and she began to pant and moan beneath his brutally pounding form.

"Now ... it's happening ... do it harder!" she gasped as the small explosions that she was feeling gradually increased in intensity and amount.

Paul was close too and eager to comply with her wishes. His next few thrusts were both hard and fast ... quickly following one another. It was enough to send Ellen into another world, a world of pleasure, of sexual satisfaction.

She writhed under Paul's continuously moving body and dug her nails into his smooth muscular back, scratching his flesh and leaving long red welts.

Paul was too far gone to care, too far gone to feel anything but that wonderful sensation between his legs ... in his balls ... down the length of his cock. All he knew was that it was happening, it was fantastic.

His muscles tightened, his body strained as he made the last ... the final plunge.

With all the strength that he could muster he ground his cock all the way up into Ellen's saturated slit and he felt the head of his cock expand and finally erupt into a frenzied volcano, squirting forth powerful streams of hot jism.

Paul squeezed his eyes tightly shut, ground his teeth together and grunted ... animal-like ... during the ultimate final moments of his climax.

The remained glued to each other as the final droplets of their liquid passions drained from their bodies. They lay this way for quite a while, each of them too exhausted, too spent to move. Finally Paul realized that he had to get, had to face his wife. It wasn't a pleasant realization, but it was enough to shock him back into reality.

He tenderly bid Ellen good-night, telling her that he'd see her the following day in class.

The girl had enough sense and presence of mind, enough maturity to assure him about her attitude toward him the following day. She reaffirmed her earlier statements that she would act as though nothing had happened, act as though they didn't even know each other.

Ellen kept her word. The next day during the last period English class, Paul was completely comfortable-was fully satisfied that he could be confident in Ellen's discretion and it was he who made the only sign of recognition, the only gesture that could be possibly labeled as slightly familiar.

It came just as the class ended and Paul winked at Ellen as she rose from her desk to leave the room. It was a wink of thanks, a wink of gratitude, a wink of respect and Ellen's response was a shy demure smile.