Chapter 5
Keith had kept his word. There were eight men at her house that Saturday night; eight men, plus Keith. They were all about her age, give or take a few years, and she decided his father's leaving must have been a sobering experience for the seventeen-year-old boy. He was playing the perfect host, and she, dressed in a simple orange-and-gold sheath, smiled brightly at everyone, trying to hide the heartache she still felt because her husband was gone.
Ellen was fortunate to have a cousin who was an attorney, and as a result, he was handling a no-contest divorce action for her. It would take a year because she didn't have the time to pretend to set up residence in some other state where a quickie divorce was easily attainable. So going to bed every night by herself, in that huge double bed, was depressing. She hated to admit it, but there were times when she did wish Keith would force himself on her, because she was a woman with strong animal desires, and not having Joel around any longer seemed to intensify those desires. It had been a week since her son had seduced her, a whole week. She hadn't gone that long without a good penis in her entire married life. Joel had made a point of fucking her at least twice weekly when she was in good condition, and when she had her menses, he was always there when it ended, so that no more than five days, at most, elapsed between one fuck session and another. True, lots of them were quickies, but Ellen was always quick to come, and even a quickie was better than nothing at all.
Of the eight men at the party, Ellen found herself attracted to a tall, dark, good-looking widower by the name of Gordon Cole. Gordon, like all the other men there, was wearing a dark-blue suit, had shining black hair, a deep tan complexion, with one of those bodies that looked like it took Jack LaLanne three years or more to develop. He was handsome in every way, with glittering brown eyes, a short, straight nose, and a rugged chin. He had an almost-craggy face, very masculine, and it made Ellen wonder why this man had not been snapped up by some eligible woman.
Ellen circulated throughout the house, smiling at the men, who were paired off in her living room, dining room, kitchen, and hallway. Her son was mixing the drinks for everyone, smiling at them, and they all smiled back at him, as if they all shared some secret Ellen did not yet know.
At one point she went upstairs to the ladies' room, and when she emerged, Gordon Cole was standing by himself, in the dark hallway.
"There are so many men here," he told her, "I haven't had an opportunity to be alone with you, not even for a minute."
"Oh?" she asked, teasingly as she walked toward the master bedroom. He followed her in, and as she turned on a small lamp, he suddenly shut the door. There was the distinct sound of him locking it. "Why would you want to be alone with me?"
Her heart was racing, because this man was undeniably overpowering and attractive. She wanted him, really wanted him, and this was odd because in all the years she had been married, she had never felt the urge for another man. It was as if this enforced deprivation had sharpened her desires, and as a result, she felt the need for a cock more strongly than ever.
"We're not children, Ellen," he told her. "If we were younger, I would sit and talk with you for a long while, and then we would arrange a date for next week. At the end of the date, we would spend time in your living room or kitchen, and before I left, we would kiss, perhaps once, perhaps a few times. After a whole series of dates, we would progress to petting, then to the inevitable. But as I said, we're not kids anymore, and even if we never see one another again, any time we have together should be time spent doing that which both of us wants to do."
"Just what might that be?" she asked as he approached her, straining to calm her electrically aroused nerves.
He kissed her, holding her close, his hands surrounding her face, his mouth planted solidly on hers, pressing himself firmly against her straining self until she was almost breathless. Finally he peeled his lips from hers, and said, "Let's make love!"
His hands ran over the roundness of her lovely, exquisite body, and then over her willing face. He kissed her mouth a multitude of times, slowly, softly, tenderly, while his hands moved to the full, firm mounds of her breasts, closing over the soft hills as she shuddered. One hand continued caressing her breasts while the other hand reached down and rubbed her lovely buttocks. He pulled her hips toward him and bent her backwards as he continued kissing her.
Ellen felt a burning, yearning sensation growing between her thighs, and she realized she ached to have her feminine void filled with a penile plunger. What was worse, her mind didn't think about all the times her husband had made love to her. Her aching cunt was calling out for something as long and as thick as her son's. In fact, her mind recollected the heft of her son's cock, and she wished for something as long and as thick as that jnside her, right now.
She kissed the man, slipping her tongue between his teeth, rubbing her pelvis against his erect penis, ascertaining for herself that it was of sufficient size and breadth to satisfy her.
"We ought to wait until the others leave," she muttered. 'That way we can make love without worrying about being interrupted."
But the man's passion was not only intense, but obvious. He wasn't going to let go of her now that he had her.
T want you now, honey. You want me, too, and I'm going to fuck you if I have to tear your clothes off and pump you here, on the floor."
She was more aware than ever of the pressure of his cock. It was aching to be freed of the constraint of his trousers.
He pushed her back on the bed, kissing her neck and shoulders the entire time as his hands continued to fill themselves with the swells of her breasts.
"My dress," she whispered. "It'll get wrinkled and everyone will know. Please!"
"Take it off!" the man commanded, and Ellen knew it wasn't a suggestion or a plea, but an order. It didn't matter because she was so much in need of satisfaction, she had no intention of waiting any longer, herself.
Slowly she got up, and for the first time in her life did a provocative striptease. She unzipped the back of her dress, letting it fall sensually down in front, exposing the tops of her breasts in their uplifting brassiere. She really didn't need an uplifting harness, because her breasts were no less firm now than when she had been seventeen. Somehow, in some way, she had managed to keep the pectoral muscles strengthened. As it was, the brassiere did little to cover the ampleness of her breasts, the nipples teasing his eyes as they poked against the fabric.
She wriggled a little, letting the dress slide down her hips to the floor. As she bent over to pick it up, her breasts fell loose from the brassiere, hanging down, full, soft, and inviting. It was all the man was able to do to restrain himself from reaching out and once more filling his hands with the swaying mounds. But Ellen, aware of the desire in him, knew her slowness was exacting its toll on the man, and he was panting.
Finally she stood tall and unfastened her brassiere, but the man was impatient and reached out, grabbing the cloth covering from her tantalizing body. Tossing it aside, he flipped her onto the bed. She was clad only in her sheer stockings, garter belt, and shoes. She had removed her panties in the bathroom because they had been soaked with her vaginal secretions, and though she had taken the time to wash her vagina, she hadn't had an opportunity to put on a new pair of panties.
Ellen felt a thrilling desire to be totally naked with this completely arousing man. The silk of the bedspread beneath her had her totally aroused, rubbing against her bare back, shoulders, and thighs. She wanted to reach down to remove her stockings, but
Gordon had her pinned to the bed, panting over her, as if hardly able to wait to get inside her.
Abruptly he released her and leaped to his feet. As she watched, in the dimness of the room, he hurriedly began removing his own clothing. She took this chance to take off her stockings, peeling them down and pulling them off along with her shoes. Then she lay back voluptuously on the silk bedspread, feeling like an Angora cat with sex radiating from her every pore. Her own hands felt her breasts, aware for the first time how sensuous it was to touch herself. She caressed her belly and her thighs, as well.
"This is nice," she purred.
Gordon came to her then, his breath panting rapidly as he neared her. The instant his warm flesh pressed itself against hers, she began quivering with sensuous delight as he gritted between clenched teeth, "It's been a long time since I've seen a woman I've really wanted, Ellen, a long time. I'm going to fuck you as I've never fucked another woman before, and I hope you get as much from this as I."
"Yes," Ellen sighed. "Oh, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me the best way you can, I'm aching for it."
Her passion was unquenchable at this point, though she ached to have him try putting out the flaming desire that flared higher and higher between her pillar-like thighs. It had spread to her belly, and this made her churn that much more.
Their mouths were locked firmly together and she rubbed herself against him, stroking the full length of his throbbingly hard cock with her slim fingers, feeling how thick and wonderful it was. If it wasn't quite the length and thickness of her son's, at least it was better, in every way, shape, and form, than her husband's. She drew the edges of her nails lightly over the wrinkled flesh of his testicles, making the man gasp more than once as his hard cock continued jerking and twitching, as if out of control.
His mouth continued moving voraciously over her neck and shoulders, all the way down to the solidity of her erectly nippled breasts. He sucked gently at the firmly hardened, rubbery buds, bringing gasps of pleasure and mixed delight from her with his little bites. Then his mouth moved away as he slid down her body. His teeth nibbled at her, biting her gently, passionately, stirringly, snapping at her ribs below her breasts, then onto her flat belly, and his exploring tongue delved into the cup of her navel. After this brief exploration he moved lower, following a direct line down to her pelvis. As her son had done, so now did this man slide his hands under her buttocks and lift her a little. She was aware of the wetness of his tongue on her thighs and the tightness in her belly became almost unbearable.
Her loins were a whirlpool of passion and she parted her legs, moaning as she did so. This was the first time she was willingly cheating on her husband with another man, but then, she was, in essence, no longer bound to her marital vows since her husband had been the deserter.
Between her tantalizing legs the man discovered the oozing lips of her vagina as they flowered open. His tongue licked against them, and though he was good, she was mentally comparing him to her son, and to her surprise she discovered, her son, who had done it to her for the first time in his life last week, had been better at it than this practiced man. Nevertheless, he was good. As a result, she felt tingly all over as she trembled. Slowly he pushed his oral organ into the seething cauldron of her cunt, its salivary moisture mingling with her oily essences, making her moan as she clamped her hands on his head and held his face tightly against her pussy.
The man continued licking with frenzied desire, his seeking tongue discovering her clitoris, massaging it, bringing it to full erection. His lips fastened on it, and Ellen began writhing, squirming, rotating her hips in small, contracting movements as if she were straining to somehow or other control her passion. She pulled his hair gently, her eyes clamped shut as rapture filled her wanton self. Ellen ached to have him inside her now. She didn't want to wait any longer. She was at peak, just right.
"My husband was never this good," she admitted, though she refused to admit her son was better.
Her words seemed to ease the strain in the man. He relaxed a little, as if the desire to abruptly rape her until she was unable to move anymore had settled within him. He slowly moved onto her panting body, feeling it warm, soft, and wonderful beneath him, feeling her quake with unabashed desire.
"Do it!" she gasped. "Don't waste anymore time! Put it in me and fuck me! Fuck me until I can't feel any longer!"
She had enjoyed a couple of drinks earlier, something she didn't normally do, and as a result, felt a little dizzy. The effect, added t the illusion that she had become a personified core of pure desire, made her ache with longing for that final intromission. At this moment, nothing seemed to matter in time to the beautiful red-haired woman. All that counted was this lovely, swirling, exultantly dizzying nucleus of rapture between her thighs as it continually throbbed and pulsated under the man's sexual attack.
Reaching down between her spread loins, drawing her knees up for better balance, her anxious hand reached out and filled itself with the man's throbbing cock. The touch of her hand on his heated pole of pleasure was a shock to his rigid prick, and his throbbing organ stiffened even more as she gently guided the head toward her vaginal entry way. He gasped when he felt her wet slickness, warm and waiting, anxious for his entry.
"Yes, yes, yes, do it, wonderful man, do it!" she insisted, losing most of the words in a groan which broadened and deepened as he finally impaled her.
Her wet heat totally enveloped him as her membranes tightly clutched him within. He gasped as he began quickly thrusting into her; short, choppy strokes, filling her vagina with his cock again and again, using thrusts which slowly lengthened as he continued filling her yielding passage more and more deeply.
Beneath him, Ellen's shuddering body quivered and trembled, her pointed nipples, attached to her swollen breasts, pushing into the hardness of his almost hairless chest, intensifying the pleasure for both of them. Her warm belly was brushing against his, and her thighs clamped and relaxed, holding and releasing him in waves of flesh warmth mingled with the coolness of the circulating, air-conditioned air in the entire house.
"Ooo oooooo hhhhhh! Hhh hhhhuu uuunnn nggggg hhhhh!" the man groaned as he became totally aware of the tightness of her vaginal walls contracting along the full length of his penis as it seemingly expanded even more, until, at one point, she thought it would burst.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" she whispered over and over again to the man as she bucked and writhed against him.
Her face whipped from side to side, deep white marks appearing as if out of nowhere on her lower lip where she nibbled at it in the depth of her passion. Every so often her mouth pressed against that of the man's, and her teeth bit into his lower lip as she sucked his tongue between her lips while forcing it to duel with her own, panting hot breath into his throat.
Having her pinioned beneath him with his pulsing rod of flesh, he grunted as he slammed his cock all the more deeply into her. Ellen realized this was only the third male to enter her in her entire life, the second to do so with her consent, and she had to admit there was something to this business of variety being somewhat enjoyable when compared to the pleasure of a single cock. She gasped out her lust, feeling stronger, more intense desire than she had felt with her husband in the more recent years as the cock dug into her most intimate center. She listened to the groaning and grunting of his masculine passion as he continued powering into the slimness of her delicate body.
Gordon felt a chill course down his own spine, remembering the agreement he had made with Keith. One fuck, one fuck only, and then he was to hurriedly dress and leave. He didn't know what it was Keith had in mind, but he was going along with it because, as Keith had put it, aside from his mother being so desirable, he knew for a fact that she was clean. At first he had thought the boy was being cruel to his mother, but now, seeing how sensuous Ellen was, he believed the boy was doing his mother a favor. He drove into the red-haired woman with harder, driving thrusts, bringing forth throat-rasping groans.
"Uuu uuunnn nnhhhh! Yes sssss! Pie eeeeaa aaa-sssse! Morrre!"
It was exciting to know that of all the men here, he was the one whom the boy had asked to do this. Ellen, the mother, was an extremely exciting woman, begging aloud to be continuously impaled by the full length of his pulsating staff, and he intended giving her every last little bit of it. He stabbed forward again, lunging into her with a hammering thrust which sank to the limit in her tight cunt and she groaned aloud, "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!"
His hands, which had been wandering all over her delightful form, slid down the sides of her body, beneath her moving buttocks. He gripped one tightly in each hand, thinking how much of a thrill he was getting from clutching her asscheeks as well as from fucking her.
Her asscheeks were tensing and relaxing, firm, yet hollowed, soft, yet hard, relaxed, yet tightened, flaccid, then solid around his digging fingers. He sank his fingertips into her rounded asscheeks applying fierce pressure. Then he tugged her lovely hips against him as he powered into her again, feeling her tug back her thighs a bit more as if to ease the strain on her widespread muscles.
His fingers slipped over the tautly stretched flesh of her bloated buttocks, moving across the crack between the cheeks, finally finding the tiny hole concealed between them. With the tip of his finger he began massaging her anal opening. She tensed for a moment. No one had ever touched her there, except when her husband's cock slid across the opening. But normally she didn't like penetration back there.
Abruptly, he dug into the crease with his probing finger, pressing all the more firmly against the tight little elastic opening and its protective sphincter muscle.
"Hhh hhhaaa aaaaaa unnnnn gggggh h!" she gasped out loud. "You're . . . uuu uunnnn nggggg hhhhh .. . hur rrtttt tiiiii nnnnnn gggg... aaa aannnn hhhhh... mee eeee!" But by now she was too aroused and caught up in what was happening to really put up any kind of resistance to his finger.
He probed all the more deeply with his finger, pushing it deeper and deeper into the tenderly soft, warm depths of her rectum, and as a result brought new gasps and exclamations from her silently working lips. He then proceeded to poke at her asshole with yet another finger, feeling the tight, rubber-like resistance slowly surrender as she screwed her buttocks around and around on his probing finger. Soon both of them were moving against one another as his two fingers sank ever deeper into her rectum, making her aware of the thrill of being impaled in two orifices at once. She writhed feeling wildly ecstatic sensations.
Her long, strong legs, on either side of his driving, impaling body, were madly jerking and wriggling in the air, moving with complete and uncontrolled abandon. She suddenly found herself ecstatic at the second intrusion since it seemingly complemented the first.
Gordon felt the warm, fleshy pressure as her thighs clung tightly to him for a moment, and then they would move off. She would tug them up to her shoulders almost at right angles to her tips, moaning and gasping out her desire again and again.
Her eyes were tightly closed the entire time as her mouth worked and strained and trembled. Her neck was strained as she continued to thrust her head back in delicious intensity of feeling.
Gordon Cole was aware of no part of his body other than his bloated cock. At the moment it felt like a lead-weight as it moved in and out of her shuddering body, feeling the tightly loving way her cunt clasped it. God! Not even his own wife-may she rest in peace-had such clinging ways to her fucking.
He removed his fingers from the taut interior of her tantalizing rectum, sliding them down through the stretched crease of her tantalizing buttocks. Then he reversed direction and moved the fingers into the soft, tender flesh of her thighs, reaching for, finally finding, the soft pink folds of her cunt, aware of the way her inner lips were tightly sucking around the probing penis, yielding only because of the hardness of his cock. Nevertheless, it did feel like her cunt had a death grip on his throbbing prick.
She was whining and gasping with heat, and the flames from her inner body surrounded him and caressed him like some lambent flame incapable of doing more than give off warmth.
"Unh! Yes! Anh! Yes! I can feel it... don't stop ... don't stop ... keep driving ... keep fucking ... don't stop now... please... oh, please ... please don't stop now...." she begged, groaning and choking under the full unleashing of her passion. "I'm ... AAA AAN-NNN NNHHHH HH ... OHHHH HHH ... COM-MMM MIIIII NNNNNG GGGAAA AANNNN GGG-GHH HHHHAA AAARRR RRRGGG GHHHHH HUUUGG GHHH!" she bellowed.
He was aware of her hot, wet cavern widening even more, the pressure around his thrusting penis relaxing, and then felt the hot liquid passion in her belly bubble up around his thrusting phallus.
Hot and pulsing, he speeded up the rate of his driving thrusts as she continued moaning and groaning. The man was aware of his own passion intensifying now, and then he was the one who was there, firing an uncontrolled quantity of semen into the depths of her cavern, bellowing out his own release.
Trembling, he filled her with his semen, and then slowly allowed himself to relax. She wrapped her arms around him, lying there for several minutes, neither of them saying a word.