Get Lucky Chapter 1 - Neighbours
Get LuckyĀ
Chapter 1 - Neighbours
We watched sadly, waving good-bye to our long-time neighbours and good friends as they drove away for a new life overseas. It wasn't often that you got neighbours as good as Steve and Cassie, and we had become very close over the years. Steve's new job required a move to Europe and the pay was simply too good to turn down. I was eighteen and was considering moving away from home myself, but I still worried about what the new neighbours would be like and hoped they would be half as nice as Steve and Cassie. All we knew was that the house was sold and that the new owners should be arriving in a couple of days.
The weekend arrived along with a moving truck and a team of movers. My Mom and Dad actually knew them⦠Mom went to school with them or something and apparently they even babysat me when I was little but I couldn't remember any of it. The next day, after they had had a bit of time to settle, we decided to welcome them to the neighbourhood. We made the short walk to their front door and rang the bell. The door opened. The man standing there looked stressed, covered in sweat, no doubt from the move. Mom looked at him with a broad smile and he straightened his shirt and wiped his brow, apologising for not holding out his hand due to being sweaty but introduced himself to me as Joseph.
Joseph invited us in, apologising for the mess, which we laughed about. We were surprised by how well the house was already set up; they weren't wasting any time settling in. Joseph called for his wife, Sophie, who came down the stairs to meet us. Sophie was a stunner. My dream woman if ever there was one. Just⦠perfection! This woman babysat for me? How did I forget that! She was probably in her late thirties, with long blonde hair and light blue eyes, lightly freckled, an ample chest, and a figure that most women would die for and most men would die to have. My babysitter was my new next door neighbour, and I'd fallen in love with her at first sight. They invited us to sit, saying they were just wrapping up for the day and that Sophie had just finished cleaning up. Joseph excused himself to go do the same and was back shortly, having run through the shower and changed.
I joined my parents and we all chatted, got to know each other a bit. The family of five had moved from the far side of town, Joseph's tech job had provided an opportunity for a promotion and a raise, not unlike what had taken our dear friends away. Sophie was looking for work as a nurse, it wouldnāt be hard to find a job with her qualifications. They mentioned their three young teenage daughters were resting upstairs but we didn't meet them that night. All girls, the twins must have been a year or two younger than me, their eldest was a year older and already at the local University. Maybe we could car share? They asked if there was anywhere decent to eat nearby and we suggested a little Italian restaurant around the corner and invited them out for a meal. They were delighted as were we.
At dinner the adults chatted and I happily ate the free meal half listening to their conversation. Sophie seemed very open and interesting. Joseph appeared to be almost the opposite. Well they do say opposites attract? He let slip that their eldest daughter had serious boyfriend trouble and one of the reasons for the move was to put some distance between them. He half joked to my dad that he would quite happily castrate the young man who had apparently done unspeakable things. Apparently the police had been involved and they had moved on, quite literally. It was actually something to see the passion and the lengths a father would go to in order to protect his family. Despite his demeanor, I liked him. I respected him.
The next day I was revising for my upcoming exams when I heard a noise outside. It was the beginning of summer and I wished I could have been out there rather than completing assignments and hitting the books. I needed to be quite organised and fit as much study as I could around work. I didn't have time for much else but the summer would give me some freedom once the exams were out of the way. I spent a lot of time in the home office which has a nice window looking out from the second floor over the back yard of Joseph and Sophie's toward the mountains. I had spent many hours looking out that window, staring off in the distance as I contemplated the future.
Their back yard was very private, with a fence and hedge. It also had a nice in-ground pool and I have to admit that I'd witnessed our old neighbours Steve and Cassie out there a few times having all sorts of fun when they'd had a bit too much to drink, although I made a point of trying to never stare or watch them. But this time I stared across the lawn at Sophie while she kneeled over her flowerbeds to pull weeds. Her back was perfectly arched as she supported her weight with one arm while tilling the soil with the other. The cut-off shorts she wore hugged the backs of her legs as she rocked back and forth on her knees. The jeans hugged her perfectly long legs like a second skin, leaving very little to my overactive imagination. A small sliver of pale skin flashed her exposed stomach where her jeans stopped, and the hem of her white t-shirt began. She had large, perky breasts; the logo of a band I wasn't familiar with was displayed over her perfect assets. But the delicate, beautiful features of her flawless face was what made me forget to breathe for a few seconds.
Her long neck looked as smooth as butter milk and her bright blue eyes seemed to glow under her perfectly plucked eyebrows. Her mane of blonde hair made her pale skin glow even more in the bright sunlight. She was the girl of my dreams, the woman I'd never known I needed until the moment I saw her. But that was when I saw her looking straight at me, a friendly smile on her face. She politely acknowledged me then just carried on working. It was a hot day and her bronze legs glistened with sweat in the midday sun. I could tell she was working hard as the shorts rode up the crease between the two denim-covered globes. A forceful jerk on a stubborn weed made her tight butt jiggle as though it had been slapped.
Joseph appeared, carrying pots for plants as they continued to rearrange and tend to their new garden. He took his shirt off and revealed a hairy chest which Sophie very obviously appreciated. I sat on the office chair, pulled my feet up under me and watched them as they flirted and worked in perfect unison. A good team. I don't know if my Dad ever adored my Mom the way Joseph appreciated Sophie, if he did, he never said anything or made it obvious. My parents were quite reserved around me and it was nice to see the new family next door interacting with each other. I caught glimpses of my neighbours daughter's working in the shadows of the house and could see the love and tenderness their Mom and Dad showed them with every interaction. Yes, I decided, we had indeed got ourselves some good new neighbours.
We bumped into Joseph and Sophie out front a couple of days later. They were far less stressed, having mostly settled in now and Sophie announced that she had just landed a job at a hospital about half an hour away. She would be working all sorts of shift work, but it was a great place to start. Just then the front door opened and Sophie turned and called out to her daughter to come meet us. Out stepped Sophie's near-twin, sporting a megawatt smile. Eleanor was introduced to us as their nineteen-year-old daughter and stood next to her mother as we chatted briefly.Ā
Eleanor's hair was striking. She had long, platinum blonde locks pulled up in a ponytail. Her hair was spellbinding; lustrous, soft, and always long and mesmerising. Eleanor's ponytail exposed her long sensuous neck, identical to her mother's. My smile broadened, as I thought of the special place at the nape of the neck that sent shivers down a woman's spine. I daydreamed of being putty in her hands. This was the daughter who was off limits⦠and I could see why her father was so protective of her.
Their eldest daughter was wearing a simple blouse and through the white cotton; I could see that the young woman was not wearing a bra. The material wrapped each of her firm breasts gently in a soft cotton cocoon, but not constricting, allowing an ample amount of her cleavage to show. Since her back was to me, I could only imagine her firmness, her large pink nipples starting to rise from the gentle rubbing of the soft cotton on her swaying breasts. The silk material showed enough to be sinfully teasing but not enough to be seen through. I wondered if she knew how the way she had dressed had affected me and pulled my eyes away to stop myself from staring. Fuck! I was already smitten with her!
I was shocked at how similar Eleanor was to her mother. Same hair, same cute face, same light blue eyes, both five foot nine-ish, the only obvious difference, as mentioned, was her chest. Sophie had, what I would guess to be about a C or a D cup, while Eleanor was around a size or two smaller. Regardless, their eyes were stunning and that combination of blonde hair with light eyes had always been something I loved. I felt embarrassed and uncomfortable as my hormones raged and my body responded to the beauties before me. Fortunately we parted and went our separate ways, my parent's congratulating Sophie again for her job and telling Eleanor that it was nice to meet her. I don't think our eyes ever met.
Summer was late arriving that year but when it did, it arrived with a vengeance. The heat was almost unbearable and we spent too much time indoors, under the air conditioning. I was working one afternoon, sitting at my desk deep in thought and staring at the mountains when I decided I needed a break and stood to stretch. When I looked back out the window, I couldn't help but notice Sophie in her garden, facing away from me and tanning. With her shift work, it was hard to know when Sophie would be around. Joseph was away at work and I couldn't help but admire Sophie's tight body and perky bum in her white bikini.
I'm ashamed to say it, but I did find my hand adjusting my growing cock as my mind wandered to fantasy. I slid my hand down my shorts and started to touch myself. I saw Sophie move and I stepped back from the window a bit, not wanting to be caught violating her privacy but she didn't get up, instead reaching behind her back to untie her top and move the strings aside to not have tan lines. This did nothing to help with my restraint as my mind wandered further into fantasy. I pictured myself applying lotion, removing her bottoms, and mounting her on the lounge chair. I leaned against my window frame for balance as my imagination escalated, along with the attention I was giving my cock. Sophie's ass was so perky, I was imagining myself caressing it when she reached down her sides and pulled the strings that attached the halves of her bottoms together. It was as though she knew what I wanted even though she had no idea I was there.
Sophie slid her bottoms down and pulled them out from under her. I now had a full view of her from the end of her feet, looking up her long, tanned legs and between them. I saw no hair from my angle so I knew that she at least shaved her lips. I couldn't believe my luck, or that this was happening. Looking at the time, and knowing that Joseph wouldn't be home for hours still, I slid my shorts and underwear down completely. Our second floor windows are large, but the sills are about the same height as my cock so someone below would not see if I was dressed. I now started to fully masturbate while watching this perfect body below me. I stroked slowly, not in any rush to finish as I wanted to admire her, to soak up what I was seeing.
A couple more minutes in, Sophie started to move again but with her back still to me, I didn't move from the middle of the window and kept stroking myself. She sat up, her back to me and picked up a water bottle, pulling from it. I wanted her to hurry and lay back down because sitting up, her hair covered most of her back and although I could still see some of her bum, her pussy was hidden from me.
In one quick motion, Sophie started to move to the side. When she started to turn, I quickly ducked out of sight, not wanting to be caught spying or even worse, jerking off. After a few seconds I gathered my courage and edged my head to the side to peek. I saw her feet, facing up and closest to me. I slowly looked up her body, her long tanned legs to her pussy which, to my delight, was completely shaved, up her tight waist to her chest.Ā
I paused; something wasn't right. It was then that I realised that her breasts were smaller and that this must be Eleanor, Sophie's eldest daughter, who I was actually watching. I moved to the side again, ashamed of myself for spying on the eldest daughter and sexualising her. I knew I had to stop, to pull my shorts up, to get back to work, and I was about to when I noticed my cock, still rock hard and begging for attention. "Was I really hurting anyone by finishing what I'd started?" I asked myself. I peeked again to see Eleanor still laying there. I let my eyes wander up her body again. Her breasts would be a C cup to my estimation, her areola were small and pink but her nipples were a decent size and protruded perfectly like large pencil erasers. I found myself wanting to pinch and suck on each of them in turn.
My cock was so hard, harder than it had been in quite some time. I had ended my most recent relationship months ago, preparing instead for the wonders of college life, so as I continued to stroke myself, as leaked pre-cum steadily. I pictured Eleanor spreading her legs for me, I pictured myself mounting her there on that chair in the sun. I felt the throbbing starting in my hand. Within moments, I erupted, shooting cum up onto the window, grabbing the frame to steady myself, my eyes closed and head pointed upward as I shook with each spurt.
When I was mostly done, I opened my eyes and turned my attention back to Eleanor. To my horror, she was sitting up on her chair, staring at me! There was semen running down my window although I wasn't sure she could see it from there and I hoped that she hadn't noticed that I was shaking in climax when she must have looked my way but that didn't excuse the fact that she was sitting there nude and I had obviously been in the window watching. I was busted, she'd tell her Dad when he would come home later and come pounding on my door and confront me. I was guilty as charged.Ā
To my surprise, Eleanor continued to stare up at me, smiled and waved. I meekly lifted my hand to waive, noticing only once it was in front of my face that it had cum dripping from it. I didn't want to be too much of a pervert, although I wasn't sure that was possible at this point, so I stepped away from the window and went to the bathroom to tidy, grabbing a towel and cleaning my window and sill also. Eleanor was gone, to my relief, and I got back to work, still stressing that she would tell her folks.
The next afternoon, I was working but was distracted, looking out into their back yard often to see if Eleanor was there. It was early afternoon when she walked out into the back yard, wrapped in a towel. I decided to let her know I was there this time so I stood and stared at the mountains, as though I didn't do it because of her presence. I watched in my peripheral vision as Eleanor approached the chair again, then looked in my direction and waved. I pretended that she caught my attention and looked her way, then waved back. I couldn't wait to see her in that little bikini again!
To my surprise, Eleanor unhooked her towel and pulled it off and she was completely nude already! She smiled up at me, laid her towel across the chair, then laid down on her stomach again, facing away from me. Needless to say, my shorts were lowered immediately as my cock sprung to attention. I watched as Eleanor lay there, adjusting occasionally. I became aware that she was very subtly spreading her legs a bit more every time she adjusted until her legs were giving me a perfect view of her pussy. From what I could see, she was perfect.
After a few minutes, Eleanor rolled over onto her back, her head looking up at the sky and her eyes closed. I assumed that she knew I was still there watching. She bent her legs slightly after a couple more minutes, teasing me with imagery. I had been trying not to jerk my cock right away, again wanting to absorb every beautiful image before me while I could but now, with her legs bent and spread slightly, I was powerless to stop myself. I started to tug, standing centered in my window as I watched this young piece of perfection showing off for me. Eleanor stretched her arms up over her head, then sat up on her elbows, facing me. I was sure now that everything she'd done leading up to now was to tease me and give me a show and she wanted to ensure that I was watching. She looked up at me and smiled, then waved again. I waved back with my free hand but kept stroking myself just below the bottom of the window, assuming she didn't know what I was doing.
Eleanor laid back down now, straightening her legs as she did but keeping them spread. One of her hands moved, from her side, across her hip to her perfectly flat stomach. Her hand paused there, then moved up to her upper chest, then slowly to her tiny left breast. She started to massage it as I watched, now doing everything I could not to cum as I released my cock from my hand. Next started to pull on her nipple and then propped her head up on her other arm, facing me as she stared right at me. After a couple of minutes of nipple play, her hand moved south, across her stomach and between her legs as she bent them and spread them wide. I watched in awe as she rubbed her clit and then slipped her fingers inside her.
Eleanor continued this performance, slowly and rhythmically sliding her fingers up and down and then inside her. I was mesmerized and couldn't look away. Suddenly, Eleanor stopped, then motioned her head toward me with an upward nod, as though to say, "your turn," or "what about you?" I was feeling brave now and wanted to reciprocate. I think I really wanted to know if she found me remotely as attractive as I found her, so I ran across the room to my closet and retrieved a foot stool and stepped up onto it so that Eleanor could see what I was doing. As soon as my cock was in sight, she smiled and I grabbed it, stroking again. Eleanor resumed moving her fingers between her legs now, showing me her approval. She started to move faster and I realised that she was already nearing climax. I wasn't far from it either.
Eleanor suddenly arched her back, her fingers plunging inside her as her head threw back in climax. Her body was shaking violently. I was so captivated that I'd briefly paused what I was doing to enjoy the show she had just put on for me. As soon as she regained her composure, she pointed at me. I knew she wanted to watch me finish now also. I braced myself against the window frame and within a few strokes, I climaxed, painting the window once more with my thick creamy goo.
When I caught my breath and stepped off the stool, Eleanor was smiling up at me and licked her lips, then stood and picked up her towel and wandered off into her house, her perky bum bouncing with each step. I was standing there watching Eleanor when I heard our front door close. My dad was home! I quickly pulled my shorts up and closed the blind, sitting in my chair when he walked in and asked how my day was. I was nearly caught jerking off to the neighbour's daughter and if he had thought to open the blinds, I would have had no idea how I would explain the semen all over the window but luckily, he didn't and left to shower.
Over the next few days, I hoped for a repeat performance by Eleanor but as the days passed, I focused more on my work, realising that it wasn't going to happen again. A week or so later, there was a knock at the door. Joseph and Sophie were there. They said that they were going to head North for a week but that Eleanor was staying to babysit the twins. Then asked that we watch over the house to ensure that things didn't get out of hand and that there were no parties or anything like that. They gave us their mobile numbers and contacts where they were going and mentioned that Eleanor was going to tend to the plants and her sisters. We just were just their safety net.
The weekend arrived and my Mom suggested we have the next door neighbours daughter's over for dinner, "the poor kids are there alone and probably not eating properly" she said. I wasn't sure how I felt about this. I agreed with Mom's sentiments but I wasn't sure I could act totally normal with Eleanor right there in front of me. To not raise suspicions, I agreed and I went over to invite Eleanor and her sisters over for dinner. When she opened the door she smiled and I was amazed how much it effected me. Eleanor was also remarkably beautiful. A slender frame, yet surprisingly well proportioned. She had let her shoulder length blonde hair down, large bright blue mischievous eyes and like I said perfect, perky breasts.
"Hey Eleanor⦠Iām Jeff⦠from next-door? I⦠errr⦠do you want to⦠come over for dinnerā¦?ā I stumbled.
āAre you asking me on a date?ā She laughed.
āNo!ā I almost shouted. āNo, I meant⦠you and your sisters⦠my Mom would like to cook something special for all of you, while your parents are out of town⦠if you want to come?ā
I could smell her body, her hair, and her perfume. It was incredible. I had always looked at her from afar, but now I realised she was all woman. A fantasy. A dream come true. I felt something stir in my pants.
"Actually, I wanted to see you. I was hoping we might hang out together⦠but dinner with your folks would be good."
"Be sure to invite your sisters too. We have never actually met them." I told her, so confused as to why she would possibly want to see me specifically. She was wearing a light pink tank top. I could see her white bra beneath her shirt. Her skin was slightly tanned and radiating heat. She wore short denim shorts and flip flops.Ā
āThat introduction will have to wait. My sisters are seeing friends this evening. So it will just be me⦠is that okay?ā
āSure thing,ā I gulped. Eleanor smilled. I melted. The door closed.
An hour later, Eleanor arrived. She wore a cute, short floral skirt and a tank-top and obviously had no bra, not that she really needed one, but her nipples were very pronounced and it was all I could do not to stare at them as they tried to poke through the thin fabric. We made small talk while my Mom and Dad finished making dinner, then we all sat at the table. My dad asked Eleanor a bunch of embarrassing questions and Eleanor asked us to call her "Ellen. Only my parents call me Eleanor. Iām named after my grandmother; Helen. It feels weird when people I like call me by my formal name. I hate it." My heart skipped a beat at the implication of her liking us, or more hopefully me.
Halfway through dinner, My Mom got up to get some drinks for us and as soon as she was turned from the table, I felt Ellen's foot between my legs. I jumped, nearly slamming into the table. Ellen grinned at me and licked her lips. I was instantly hard! After dinner, Ellen offered to help clear the table. With my Dad in front of her as they were both walking to the kitchen, Ellen flipped up the back of her skirt to show me what she had on underneath. No panties! This girl was killing me!
As the night wore on, my parents invited our blonde next-door neighbour to stay and watch a movie but Ellen declined, saying she had some stuff she had to do. She thanked us for dinner and I walked her to the door as my Mom started to clean up the dishes from dinner. She stepped out the door, then pulled me out behind her and grabbed my cock through my shorts, then thanked me again and skipped home, her little skirt flipping up as she did. My head was spinning at the brief reveal of her pale bum cheeks.
I helped finish cleaning dishes, then we sat to watch a show and within minutes, my Mom was falling asleep. Dad helped her upstairs and into bed, saying I'd head to bed shortly. I waited a few minutes, peeking in to make sure everyone was fast asleep, then went into the office and approached the window. Ellen was in her pool, swimming laps and looked up at me and smiled. Seconds later, a dark skinned young man came out from behind the house and approached the pool, then jumped in. They splashed and laughed and soon Ellen was in his arms as they kissed passionately. Of course: Ellen had a boyfriend. Looking like that, how could she not? I became insanely jealous. I wanted to be him right then more than anything and I felt heartbroken. Dejected.
Ellen wrapped her legs around the young man as they kept kissing and I could see his hands exploring her body under the water. I stood to the side, knowing that Ellen would know I might be watching but so that the young man didn't see me. Soon they climbed out of the pool and Ellen took him by the hand, leading him to the chair she performed for me on. She pulled him to her and they kissed again, then Ellen quickly sat on the chair facing him. She looked up at him as she reached forward and pulled his shorts down, releasing his huge, hard penis. Ellen moved her face to the far side of his cock and started to lick the length of his shaft while looking up at my window. The young man's hands went to Ellen' wet hair and wrapped through them and pulled her toward him as he tilted his hips and brought his purple cock head to her lips. Ellen immediately took him into her mouth as she sucked him.
I was terrified of being caught by my parents but knowing they were already asleep across the hall, I couldn't stop myself from slipping my shorts down and masturbating as I watched. After a few minutes, Ellen stood and dropped her bottoms, then laid back on the chair, pulling the black man by his big cock as she did. He reached into his shorts pocket and quickly retrieved a condom, tearing the corner off with his teeth before hurriedly rolling it onto his massive member. He mounted her. Ellen's legs spread and I watched as he flexed his bum, pushing his cock into her. Ellen wrapped her arms around his back and looked over his shoulder at me and pointed at me, then at him. What? Was she implying that she wanted that to be me on her instead?
The young man fucked Ellen furiously, pumping fast. Within minutes I saw her clawing at his back, her legs wrapping around him as his back arched, filling his condom with cum. Quickly and unceremoniously, the man climbed off her, pulled off the condom and tossed it onto the ground, then picked up his shorts and dressed while Ellen laid there on display, her legs closed now. The young man said something, then bent and kissed her and left, typical of a teen boy wanting to get out of there as soon as possible.
Ellen remained there, watching as the young man left and looking with disdain at the used condom, leaking her lover's ejaculate onto her decking. When she heard his car drive away, she looked back up at me. I moved back to the center of the window. Ellen spread her legs and moved her hand between them again. She dipped her fingers inside and then lifted them to her lips, licking and then sucking them clean of her juices. She then proceeded to masturbate, putting on a show for me. I was stepping up onto the foot stool again to show Ellen what I was doing when I heard my Dad call from across the hall. I quickly pulled my shorts up and ran to the door, opening it.
"Oh, there you are!" Dad commented. "You're not working this late, are you?"
Like a deer in the headlights, and at a loss for an explanation, I just shook my head.
"What are you doing in the office this late?" he continued, then looked down and noticed my erection. "You've been looking at porn, haven't you?āĀ
āNo Dad⦠Iā¦ā
He heard a splash from the pool next door and glanced over my shoulder.
āOh⦠Right! I see! Yes, she's quite good looking isn't she?ā
āI hadn't noticed.ā
āI noticed you not noticing all evening,ā Dad smiled and sighed, āLook, I don't know if she told you⦠Joseph told us⦠she's got a boyfriend. He told me to keep an eye out for him⦠while they were away. He's not in his good books and he's been warned to stay away from her. But you know⦠Ellen is a woman, not a little girl.ā
āYeah⦠I knew she had a boyfriend.ā I said glumly.
āYou never know. She might tire of him. You might get lucky?ā He patted my shoulder and left me to my misery, never seeing her naked body emerge from the pool.
The next few days I watched for Ellen, never seeing her. The day before Joseph and Sophie were to return, I was busy working and got a call. It was Ellen. "Mom and Dad left your number in case I needed anything" she paused, "I think the sink is broken. It's not draining. Could you please help?"
I replied that I would be right over. Within minutes I was knocking on the door. Ellen answered and invited me in. She wasn't flirting at all, she appeared upset. I asked what was wrong and she led me to the kitchen sink and sure enough, it was plugged up. I assured her that this wasn't a big deal and that I would fix it. I ran home to grab some tools and returned promptly. As I was climbing under the sink, I stopped, wanting to explain the other night to her.
"Ellen, about the other night" I started.
"It's okay, something else was more interesting I guess." She pouted.
"Ellen, it's not like that at all. I was watching you and was about to⦠when Dad called. He came looking for me. I was almost caught jerking off for you and I didnāt want him to see⦠you⦠with your boyfriend. Your Dad warned him he might turn up."
Ellen nodded, contemplating my answer. "Thank you for covering for me. So what did you think?" she asked.
"I don't like him." I replied.
Ellen grinned, "I thought you might not. Sorry. But⦠you know⦠a girl has needs and my parents don't give me many opportunities. I won't be living in their home foreverā¦ā
āThat would be a shame.ā
āDid it get you off? Watching us?ā
āNo. I didn't get the chance,ā I replied as I studied her plumbing dilema.
āAnyways, can you fix the sink please? Mom and Dad will be pissed if it's broken when they get home."
I nodded, realising that she was still a bit put off by response. I took a pipe wrench and climbed under the sink with a bucket, undoing the trap and emptying it, "There you go, it's got a bunch of food in here. You shouldn't put that stuff down the drain if you can avoid it." My comment was met with silence. I refastened the trap and was about to climb out from the sink, when I looked upward to see Ellen standing over me, straddling my chest. She spread her legs apart and I could see up under her skirt. She wore no panties. This was the closest I had seen her yet and the first time I got a really good look at her pussy. It was perfect. Her tiny lips were nearly flush, she was shaved perfectly hairless and smooth, and her lips were a warm pink colour.Ā
"Slide out," she ordered, āI think I should thank you for coming to my aid⦠and for covering for me.ā I slid down so that I was just out from under the counter and my head was now directly below her. Ellen was looking down at me. She grabbed the edge of the counter and bent her knees, lowering herself within inches of my face. "Do you like it?" she asked.
I nodded eagerly, my mouth watering at the prospect of tasting her. Ellen then stood, bringing her pussy away from me. I was sure she was teasing me when she then unzipped the side of her skirt, stepped to the side of me, sliding it down and off, then straddling my head again. She lowered herself again, stopping inches away again, "Do you want to taste it?ā She asked.
"Yes please..."
"Take a deep breath, then..." she lowered her pussy a bit more, almost touching me. She looked like a blonde haired goddess. Her gorgeous blue eyes sparkled as I reached up to her and rubbed her creamy thighs gently caressing her legs with soft kisses. Ellen was extremely beautiful. She had such a pale complexion giving me a sexual appetite for her lightly freckled skin. Her curves flowed like a wave. Her breasts pointed temptingly through her top, full, round, and voluptuous.
I started rubbing her thighs towards her ankles and up her legs towards her thighs and gazing at her pretty round booty. Her pussy was clean shaven and her pussy lips opened before me in anticipation of what was to come. Her legs shook as a trembling earthquake as I licked her inner thighs. She held her sex just within reach of my mouth so I took a deep breath and tasted her.Ā
My tongue danced up and down her slit and I immediately couldn't get enough. I held her ass and licked her wet, pretty, juicy pussy. Licking her labia and then her clitoris, her knees began to buckle. Ellen breathed deeper and quicker. I held her peachy ass with my right hand and ate her out⦠making out with her puffy labia⦠kissing her sex as if it were her mouth. As I did, her body began to shake. As I sucked her clitoris, her knees buckled. With my left hand I tugged at her ass cheeks sucking on her clitoris, she raised her left leg shaking as I pulled her down onto me. She said, "Jeff, you are making me feel so good and making my knees shake."
"I aim to please," I gasped.
"Ahhhh fuck, you're doing so well⦠a real leg trembler⦠fuck, please keep going⦠don't stop!ā
I did as instructed and I was overwhelmed with a scent both absolutely divine and profoundly animalistic. I frantically licked her clitoris. Ellen's knees shook and shook and she released a moan as I sucked on her tasty pussy. So, this was the scent of pussy⦠I suddenly felt weak, as if a mysterious force robbed me of all power. She kept swaying her vulva, all the breathable air around me completely drenched in her beautiful scent, as I kept bringing it in and feeling that something was changing me, forever. I was overwhelmed, as my senses swirled and melted together, feasting on my neighbour's grandeur. Everything surprised me. From the consistency of her labia and her protruding little clit to the many tastes of her juices.Ā
I eased Ellen's thighs further apart and moved forward so that I could reach her. The warmth radiating from her private parts hit me before my tongue made contact with her inner thigh. She sighed deeply as I ran my tongue upwards to those large welcoming lips. I allowed my tongue to explore the smoothness of her outer lips, at the same time allowing me to sample the taste. My tongue slipped between her lips and into her tight, deep slit. I relished the absolute silkiness of her insides, and marveled at the warm wet sensation. Ellen squirmed above me as I pushed my mouth between those lips and allowed my tongue to explore further. At this moment, any inhibitions I may have had disappeared. āI need to make her cum,ā I told myself.
With my fingers, I eased her lips apart to get a better look at her clitoris. It looked like a small penis, and I began to suckle on it. Ellen began to rotate her pussy against my face in appreciation, and before long my face was soaking in her juices. She eventually lowered herself so that my tongue could slip inside her opening, I then began to suck her lips into my mouth and suckle on them in turn. Between moving from one to the other, my tongue would slip into her opening and caress her inner lips.
"Fuuuuck, you're good at this," Ellen murmured from above, āYouāre more talented than I expected!ā
I responded by giving her clitoris a playful little bite, resulting in her buttocks lifting from my face and her sculpted thighs closing briefly around my ears. After a while, I changed tact and slipped a finger inside her, and then another. With my mouth firmly over Ellen's clitoris, I began to slide my fingers in and out of her. Ellen immediately began to move her pussy in time with me; and little familiar groans of pleasure were soon greeting my ears. By now I was enjoying myself. I liked the warm softness of Ellen's pussy and the smoothness of her inner thighs. Her pussy was warm, wet and inviting. I was content to be beneath her and provide her as much pleasure as I possibly could, and her appreciation was certainly apparent and forthcoming. She guided me in how to lick her, where to lick her, the rhythms and the amount of force.Ā
Ellen was now letting more weight fall on my face, and I gradually found it harder to breathe. She kept grinding and guiding me. After a while, her manipulations found a rhythm, and my crotch was on fire, and my cock was desperately and uncomfortably hard. The blonde bombshell was moaning like a banshee. Evidently I was doing a good job as I focused my tongue on the top of her clit paying homage to the little man in the boat.
All of a sudden I heard a low popping sound followed by a quiet hiss. I had never heard this before and I didnāt know what followed. Instantly, I felt a warm sensation hit my chin. The body temperature liquid hit me in the center and then flowed evenly down both the right and left sides of my chin, neck, and shoulders, dripping on the bed behind my head. I could feel the wet spot behind my shoulders.
Inside I was like an excited teenager. It was the greatest sensation in the world. Ellen just gave me the female version of money shot and ejaculated on my face. Feeling her pussy juice run all over my body was a feeling I've never had. My cock was harder than ever. I began to quicken the pace of my licks. I moved away from her clit, licking her lips and rubbing my face all over her extremely wet pussy. My mouth was wide open as I licked my neighbours daughter's vagina from front to back repeatedly. In the process of doing this my mouth passed her pussy entrance. As this happened I felt a tremendous amount of liquid fall into my open mouth. It was enough to almost choke me for a second. I felt like I gargled Ellen's ejaculation, savouring the tangy taste of her juice before finally holding her liquid in my mouth for several seconds and swallowing every ounce.
I composed myself and took in what just happened. Damn... Ellen just came in my mouth. I swallowed her sweet nectar! This was the greatest night of my life. I could not get rid of my excitement. All this time, Ellen was moaning and mumbling my name. There were several calls to God as well until she finally went through what seemed like an earth shattering body convulsion on my face. When her body stopped shaking her legs collapsed and her drenched pussy came to rest on my face. It was like dead weight. Ellen was so sensitive and needed me to stop all pleasurable activities on her soaking wet vagina. Her pussy lips were parted by my mouth and nose so I could take in her sweet aroma. I enjoyed how wet my face felt as she rested on it.
When Ellen dismounted my face, she looked spent. She could barely move. My cock was harder than it had ever been. I couldn't wait to tell her what happened moments ago. I had a gut feeling she had no idea what truly happened as she held onto the counter for support. I simply looked up at her dripping vagina.
"So how was that?"
Ellen had a look of exhilaration on her face. It was a cross between a wry smile and the look of total exhaustion. She replied, "You are so good! Youāve only just turned eighteen? Fuck! I knew you were special."
āI wanted it to be good for you. Was I better than your boyfriend?" I asked.
Ellen looked at me and said, "To be honest, yes. He won't go down on a woman..."
I continued to probe. "Really? Iām sorry about that. You two are an item?"
Ellen told me, "Jerome is older and more experienced. Heās rich and successful⦠and although heās not keen on giving head⦠he is talented in other areas.ā She looked at me knowing I had hope in my heart, and smiled. āJeff, for the first time since I moved here⦠I feel hot. Jerome never makes me feel this warm inside. I feel wetter than I normally do. That orgasm was⦠awesome. Thanks. You look so sweaty."
"Sweaty? Ellen, this isnāt sweat," I looked like someone had thrown a bucket of water over my face. "That was all you, you gushed out of your pussy. You squirted. You soaked me!"
Ellen stood there in disbelief. Then I told her about the second gush that fell straight down into my mouth and almost choked me.
"Ellen, seriously, you didn't hear me gargle on your pussy juice. It took my breath away and I almost choked. Then I was able to swallow the mouthful you squirted. that was awesome. Iāve never made a woman squirt before. Thank you."
She was in total amazement. I felt like this was the greatest night of sex and pleasure and I hadnāt even cum. I continued to tell her every detail about her taste. One part of it was similar to the juices I had been lapping until then, another was definitely similar but more watery and slightly acid, but one last part, thicker⦠sweeter⦠I could not recognise it.
Ellen commented, "Iāve never squirted before⦠Wow⦠Iām glad I tasted good to youā¦" I licked my lips in return and she slowly lowered herself again until I felt the heat from her pussy lips make contact with my mouth. I was the first man to make her squirt! I felt like I had just won the lottery! I couldn't get my tongue onto her clit or between her lips fast enough. I sucked at her clit and licked her. I looked up and noticed that Ellen was eagerly watching as I ate her pussy.Ā
She released me and rested there for a couple of minutes, as I continued to clean her of all her cum, sucking it off with my tongue deep inside her, then licking it off her labia. When she was satisfied, she climbed off me, still breathing hard, and took a look at me as I stood up and made myself as presentable as possible. Ellen just stared at me with hunger in her eyes.
āThis is no good. I need to see it, Jeff,ā she ordered breathlessly, āShow me.āĀ
I carefully unbuttoned my jeans and let them fall to the floor. She tentatively reached forward, put her hands into the elastic of my boxers, and eased them down. My cock sprung free. It was as hard as ever, and now it was glistening with pre-cum. I was standing in the kitchen, and Ellen was still propped up against the counter. We were dangerously close to one another.
Slowly I felt her pull away from my shoulder and look into my eyes. Her crystal blue eyes were moist and wet, but I could see something else swirling in their depths, something I couldn't identify. That was when it happened. Before I had any chance to register what was goingon, Ellen was kissing me. And I don't mean a swift peck. It was a full on the mouth kiss. Her soft lips pressed tightly against mine, opening as her tongue ran across my closed lips, prying them open and sweeping inside my mouth. I couldn't help the groan that escaped me as I plunged my tongue into her mouth, tasting her sweetness. The kiss went on and on, before, finally, an alarm went off in my head. Her Mom and Dad were due home any moment. Quickly I pulled away and gasped for breath.
"Why stop?" She asked in a child-like voice.
"Ellen, what if we get caught? You have a boyfriend⦠your parents are minutes away! We're not supposed to do things like this."
"Why not? Iām nineteen, I'm not like the little girls youāve kissed in the past. Iām a woman. Jerome is a man but I've missed kissing a boy. There's nothing wrong with it, he will never find out."
I sat there stunned for a moment. Uncertainly I lifted Ellen from the counter and stood her before me. I had to be positive. I hoped against hope that this was what she really wanted, because, like any smitten teenage boy I couldn't wait to get my penis into her vagina. I would have sex with this woman on any terms!
"Are you sure this is what you want, Ellen?"
She nodded furiously and wasted no time pulling us together into an embrace. Gently I tangled my hands in her hair, pulling her face down to mine for a steamy kiss. Her lips played with mine for a moment before straying to my earlobe and working down my jaw. My hands weren't still as she continued to kiss the skin of my jaw. I placed them on her shoulders, slipping the thin satin straps of her nightgown down. She lifted her arms and let the straps slide off, her nightgown falling, revealing her to the waist, where it bunched up.
Reverently I placed my hands on her breast filled bra, her nipples hardening beneath my touch as she moaned in my ear. I pinched her nipples softly through the material and she shook slightly in response. I moved away from her for a moment and flung everything off the kitchen table with a sweep of my hand. I pushed the nightgown down over her hips, taking in her beauty as it slid to the floor. She looked like a goddess as she stood bared before me. Her pert, pouting breasts, thrust out boldly, her hairless, smooth vagina, glistening slightly from her own juices. Her legs were long and smooth, slightly muscled from cheerleading and gymnastics. I sucked in my breath..."How did I get so lucky?" I thought to myself.
"You're beautiful, Ellen," I whispered softly, as I lifted her onto the table. I spread her legs and stepped between them, leaning over to kiss her softly. My hands ran down her body, caressing her breasts with soft strokes, as my mouth followed, kissing her chin, the hollow of her throat, making a path down to her breasts. I started with one breast, slowly kissing the perimeter of her bra with hot, openmouthed kisses. I worked my way inward, rubbing my tongue over her tit, finally reaching her nipple, chewing on it through the fabric. Quickly I sucked it into my mouth, tugging on it gently. I held down Ellen's hands, as she arched against my mouth offering me more. Swiftly I removed my mouth, relishing in her groan of dismay. I transferred my gaze to her other breast, lavishing it with the same attention before moving on.
I kissed my way slowly down her stomach, moving my lips over the taut muscles of her abdomen. I reveled in the way they leapt beneath my mouth. Finally I reached her wet pussy. I raised my head and looked into Ellen's smoldering blue eyes, and for one heartstopping moment I thought she was going to tell me to stop. But she just closed her eyes and arched her hips upward in a silent invitation. Encouraged by her response I placed my mouth against the beautiful, wet, glistening lips and gently began sucking on them, my tongue making deep forays into her tight fuck hole. I held her hips as she pitched and bucked against my mouth, trying to get closer to my tongue.
I pushed my tongue deep, lapping up all the honeyed juices flowing out of her. She tasted so good, even better than her mother. Finally, wanting to give her an explosive orgasm, I withdrew my tongue from her and began running it swiftly over her clit, teasing her wickedly.
"Jeff! Oh Fuck!" She cried out, unable to control the thrusting of her hips against my face. I kept licking and teasing as she pitched against me. Finally, I drew her clit into my mouth, sucking on it hard, wanting her to cum. She let out a low scream and cried out endlessly. "Oh yes, I am cumming. I'm cumminggggg! OHHHHHHHHHHH!" With one last shrill scream, she bucked against my mouth, before collapsing back on the table, her body limp, and still shaking with the small tremors of her orgasm.
She gasped for breath as she trembled in the aftershocks of her second orgasm. My eyes were looking toward the door, but I couldn't even begin to think about what her parents might see if they suddenly arrived home at that moment.
āYou have a nice cock⦠it looks a darker purple than before, and shinier. You look ready to explode.ā She stayed splayed out on the table for a minute or so and then sat right next to me, with her leg pressed right up against my leg. The warmth of her skin against mine made all kinds of new sensations run through my body. I watched her regain her composure in silence for a while, but I had no idea what I wanted to do. Before I knew what was happening, Ellen reached over and put her hand on my dick. She rested it very lightly and kept it absolutely still. I probably should have left or told her to keep her hands to herself, but my legs felt nearly numb.Ā
āWe don't have time. What are you doing?ā My voice cracked when I asked the question, and Ellen giggled because she knew I liked her hand there.Ā
āI just want to see what your dick feels like. Iām comparing it⦠thinking about making a few changes to my life,ā I found myself taking faster breaths, and I could feel my heart pounding through my chest. My hands were shaking just a little. Before, my head had been screaming with images of Ellen and me jacking off while watching each other, but now her hand made me start to think about her jacking me off. Just the thought of this made my head fall backwards and I let out a soft moan.
Just then I thought I felt her hand move on my throbbing penis. I lifted my head up again and watched her hand on my erection, but it didn't move, so I thought it was just my overactive imagination. But then I felt it again. This time I thought maybe my cock was throbbing so much that it was moving around on its own underneath her hand. But as I watched, I saw Ellen's hand begin to slide back and forth along the shaft of my slippery manhood. The sensations sent sparks throughout my entire body, and I moaned again, louder than before. The muscles in my butt began to flex in perfect time with Ellen's strokes.
I knew that I would be cumming any second, and I tried to fight the urge to let myself have an orgasm. The feeling was so intense that I wasn't sure I could do it, but I finally stood up, my stiff dick pointing at the ceiling and dripping wet. As I turned around to look at Ellen, I saw that her legs were wide apart and her left hand was buried knuckle deep. I figured that she must have been working on herself with her left hand while she was working on me with her right hand.
āI want to see you cum close up,ā she announced. She glanced at my cock, still aching for relief. āLet's take this to the sofa.ā `
She rolled off the table and led me by cock to the nearby sofa. I knew I would be squirting in her hand after only a few more strokes. I shuffled over and picked up my shorts and boxers and untangled them. I started to slip on my boxers, but just as I was standing on one leg to put them over my foot, she jumped off the couch and lunged into my back, throwing me off balance. I instinctively dropped the shorts and put my hands out in front of me, catching my fall. I rolled over and sat up, about ready to give Ellen a couple of good wallops with a couch cushion, when she started tickling me. I shrunk back and tried to keep her hands off me, but she seemed to find a way to get her fingers here or there and give me a good tweaking. Once in a while a hand or arm or leg would brush against my super sensitive cock--I can't be sure, but I think some of this was intentional on her part--and kept it at full mast during the entire encounter.
I finally grabbed one of her wrists with each of my hands and we sat on the floor breathing heavily. The blonde smiled her drop dead smile and I knew I was putty in her hands. I let her hands go, and I went back up to the couch and sat down. I never had this much pre-cum when I jacked off, and there was a long line hanging down from the tip of my dick, which I cleaned up with my boxers. I wiped my cock dry too, but just doing that was enough stimulation to get another batch flowing.
I looked up at the door, and I saw Ellen sitting on the floor right in front of it. As I watched, she removed the last of her clothes. She was deliberately blocking my view of my escape route, and she was now wearing only her bra. I studied her tits: Ellen's were on the smallish side, but when she squeezed them between her arms, they pushed up against each other and made a really awesome line between them. As I was watching, she unhooked her bra and was suddenly topless. Ellen's nipples were big for the size of her tits, and they were the lightest of pink against the pale white of her breasts.
Ellen, now naked, began masturbating on the floor in front of me, and I could barely restrain myself from grabbing my exposed dick and furiously jacking off. I forced myself not to even touch my cock, because I knew that it would be impossible to resist an orgasm if I gave myself the slightest touch. Ellen was just the opposite. She was lying on her back with her knees in the air and her feet flat on the floor, with her pussy facing directly at me. One of her hands was stroking her pussy and the other hand was alternating between her nipples. All the while her butt was slowly raising and lowering off the floor. Once in a while she would leave her tits alone and use both hands on her pussy.
She put on an amazing show for me, spreading apart her pussy lips and letting her fingers shuttle back and forth from her clit to her slit. She would let the tip of her index finger slide inside her, and after a few pumps she would lick her finger clean. Her body seethed with sexual energy. Her eyes shut again and she started to grunt softly. Sometimes she would slow down some, and other times she would move really fast for just a few seconds.
I was transfixed as I watched her body pleasure itself to her own rhythm. My cock was harder and longer than it had ever been before. The skin was stretched so tightly over it that there wasn't so much as a single wrinkle. I could watch the veins throbbing in time with my rapid heartbeat. The pre-cum was dripping from my dick to my stomach, but I was too entranced by Eleanor's performance to do anything about it. Ellen let out a few more grunts, and then she lifted her head and looked me right in the eye.
She scooted along the floor over to where I was sitting on the couch and kneeled right between my legs. I could see her soaking wet pussy much better. She reached her finger up to my stomach and dipped it in the puddle of pre-cum, then brought it up to her nose. Finally she licked the tip of her finger with the tip of her tongue, and she gave a low, smooth moan. She reached for the pre-cum again, but this time she used her whole hand and scooped up a bunch of it and spread it on my manhood. I jumped at the sensation. It was enough to make me feel like one more touch would make me shoot my load. She didn't give me another touch, though. She took her fingers, slick with pre-cum, and put them in her mouth, one by one, and licked them clean.
She started working on herself again, kneeling there right between my legs. I held as still as I possibly could with my hands behind my head, because I knew I could blow any time. I could smell her scent again, and the combination of the sight and the smell made me drop my head back once more and look up at the ceiling.
Ellen wasn't done. She put one of her hands on each of my thighs, with her forearms resting against my legs. She leaned in toward me and reached out her tongue and gave a long, slow lick across my balls. The pleasure coursed through me. I groaned heavily, and this only encouraged Ellen to explore further. She licked my upper thighs and my stomach and all around my cock, but she left my meat alone, like she knew it was ready to explode. Her hands began to explore my body, reaching up under my shirt to my nipples.
I was sure she would push me over the edge any second just by brushing against my dick, but she didn't. She sat on the edge of the couch next to me, exploring her own body again. One hand was always at her crotch, but the other hand squeezed her nipples, massaged her stomach, and sometimes went up over her head and stretched back toward the wall as she moaned and squeaked her delight. Her movements got faster and faster, and she worked her pussy fast with both hands, letting out a long series of moans and grunts. Her breaths were short and fast and her tits were driving me wild as they bounced up and down in time with her body.
Then, as she kept going, her eyes clamped shut and she screamed so loud that I swear I thought something was wrong with her. I told her to be quiet or my parents would hear her from next-door, but she didn't pay any attention to me. Sure enough, as if summoned, I heard a car pull up outside. Ellen was in another world. She still had both hands on her crotch, but she was moving more slowly now. She stopped moaning, and her breaths were getting slower and deeper. Her hands and her pussy were sopping wet, but her eyes were still closed.Ā
From the front door I hear my parents greet Ellen's Mom, Dad and sisters. Ellen's Mom shouted of her but Ellen couldn't respond. My worst fears were soon realised. Despite the noise of the chatter and the gentle thwack of Ellen's hand against her snatch, I could hear footsteps, and they were getting louder. Ellen was naked and smelled like sex, and I had on only a tee-shirt while my cock was straining for release with the most powerful hard-on I had ever experienced. Our clothes were scattered all over the floor and the footsteps were still getting louder. Ellen's Mom's voice rang out again, much closer now, asking if she was okay. But Ellen was oblivious.Ā
āEllen!ā I hissed.
At the sound of my voice, she opened her eyes to look at me and gave me a big smile, then climbed back up on the couch and plopped immediately next to me, slouching down now so she looked totally relaxed. I got up and kicked all of our clothes under the couch and grabbed a big blanket from the other side of the room. I sat down in the same spot on the couch and spread the blanket over both me and Ellen. It was just big enough to cover Ellen all the way up to the neck and me from the waist down. I lifted my feet up and put them on the edge of the couch, making a big tent with the blanket over my knees to hide my cock. I hoped her Mom wouldn't think it was weird that Ellen and I were sitting right next to each other sharing a blanket, but I didn't have much time to think about it because before I knew it her Mom was right there.
The woman who entered the room was medium height, though the 4" heels she wore made her much taller. She wore blonde hair loose, which swept in waves off her shoulders. Sophie stood there looking at us with her hands on her hips, and she asked Ellen why she didn't answer when she yelled at her. Ellen must have recovered a little more by this time, because she said she had fallen asleep and must not have heard her. Her Mom accepted her answer and didn't question her further. With a smile she asked me if there had been any problems, and I said that we had just been watching TV. Sophie thanked me for keeping Ellen company and walked away into the kitchen.
Sophie's makeup was flawless; her blue eyes looked mysterious, the glossy deep red lips were slightly parted hinting at the pleasures they offered. Her perfectly manicured hands were tipped by long nails coloured the same deep red as her lips. She wore a low cut white silk evening dress, which showed her ample cleavage to full effect. A slit ran down each side of the dress giving glimpses of white stockings as she walked. I felt so vulnerable, naked under the blanket with her quivering daughter and was petrified she would scrutinise us in more detail. As she put things away in the kitchen I distracted her by asking her about the trip and the twins.
While her Mom and I were talking, Ellen's right hand landed softly on my left thigh under the blanket. When it did, I coughed, and Sophie gave me a funny look. Ellen's hand quickly found my swollen member and started rubbing it so lightly that the blanket didn't even move. Her fingers trailed along to the very tip of my penis and swiped a load of pre-cum all over it. Her Mom was looking around the house, complaining about how messy it was, and I managed to blurt out that we were going to clean it from top to bottom.Ā
Sophie smiled the same smile her daughter had seduced me with. āThank you, I sometimes wish I was blessed with a son like you rather than so many daughter'sā.Ā
I laughed in reply but then Ellen's hand shifted into high gear and rubbed my cock like mad. I felt the beginning of the orgasm deep inside me, and I knew I was going to cum. Seconds later, I felt my dick explode. I turned my head away and I honestly don't know what kind of expression I must have had on my face. Wave after wave of pleasure erupted through my whole body, an orgasm like I had never had before. I could feel thick warm rivulets of cum coursing from my cock, over and over, as Ellen's hand kept its pace. Somehow--I have no idea how--I must have managed to keep quiet, because her Mom didn't seem to notice. Sophie just went on looking around the house and straightening up some piles of stuff that were laying around.
Ellen's hand was still stroking my twitching member and I was still feeling my orgasm ending when her Mom said that she would go and talk with my parents. This time I couldn't say anything, but Ellen piped up and told her that everything was fine and she didn't have to worry about anything. With that Sophie went back through the front door and we were alone again.
Ellen pulled the blanket off us and looked at me. My cock was finally beginning to soften, but gobs of cum were all over my shirt, my stomach, my cock, and her hand. I swear the load of cum she squeezed out of me that day was bigger than I had ever experienced before. She reached under the couch and found her panties, using them to wipe up as much as she could. She took a sniff of the cum on her panties, and then used her tongue to clean me up more. I finally let out a soft, deep groan of satisfaction.
I couldn't believe Ellen pushed me over the edge while her sexy Mother was standing right there, but I couldn't complain because I have never felt so incredible in my entire life. Ellen and I went our separate ways later that night, but I knew things would be different between us now. I only hoped it was a good kind of different.
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What a day! I was about to switch off my bedroom light and pass out when I heard a soft knock on my door.
"Hey Jeff," Ellen said, stepping inside my room.
āHow did you get in?ā
āYour Mom gave my Mom your house keys in case of emergencies. Don't worry, everyone is asleep,ā she whispered.Ā
My cute, blonde neighbour was wearing far too many clothes, but still Ellen looked adorable.
"Why are you here, Eleanor?" I asked.
"I wanted to talk to you," Ellen said, "I needed to."
"Fair enough," I said, "What's up, Ellen?"
"I'm super cold and I'm having trouble falling asleep," Ellen said. She gave a full shiver to punctuate her point. "You were so warm this afternoon and I can't stop thinking about it. Can I come sit with you for a bit?"
I eyed Eleanor warily. It wasn't the strangest request ever, but it felt awfully odd.
"I only have my boxers on," I said.
"So?" Ellen asked, "You're still hot."
I sighed and lifted up my comforter. Ellen clapped her hands, excitedly, then leapt next to me on the bed. Like I said, this was the room I grew up in, so I only had a double. But there was enough room for the both of us.
"Ohhh, that's nice," Ellen said, again snuggling into me. She rested her head on my bare chest, snaking her hand up to my pec. I wrapped my arm around her back. It was like she was a koala, and I was a eucalyptus tree.nEleanor settled into me. Her breath tickled at my chest hair. My eyes lowered languid as reality began to drift.
"What do you want to do?" Ellen asked.
"I was about to fall asleep," I said.
"No sleeping," Ellen said, shifting into full brat mode. "Not until after I leave. We need to do something."
"I guess we should talk?" I said.
"About what?" Ellen asked.
"I don't know, life. Stuff like that. Are you still seeing that guy, your boyfriend or⦠whatever?"
"Ugh, well no, not officially, we're on a break," Ellen said, "What about you? My Mom said youāve only been with one girl, a highschool sweetheart?"
"Melissa? That went so bad, I can't even tell you," I said.
"What happened?" I could tell I'd piqued Eleanor's interest.
"What happened with you and your boyfriend?" I asked.
Ellen groaned and rolled her eyes. "Fine, Iāll answer your question firsst. He has wandering eyes. Heās bi-sexual, which isn't a problem, but heās just using me. All he ever wants to do is fuck." I couldn't keep the surprise off my face. Her use of the curse word was surprising. Ellen giggled. "Things are strained between us at the moment. He struggles to adjust and he doesn't understand that we needed to have sex on my terms," she said, "A woman needs to control her man and thatās a problem for Jerome. Like, I'm fine with some of his kinks and perversions⦠but a girl has needs. Heās always planning his next conquest. He likes his lovers to be younger than him. I think he has his eyes on my little sisters. My parents hate him for that. My Mom especially. It makes it hard to plan a future with him, but right now in the present, heās fine.ā She draws out that last word, smiling, letting me know that he does sexually satisfy her. āJerome is reformed. He's getting better and he might be the one⦠but my Mom is going to have a hard time forgiving him."
"I'm sorry," I said.
"I'm not, Mom will see he isnāt such a bad guy," Ellen said, "I know my Mom. Sheāll come around eventually, heās rich and he has a big cock. Hey, it maybe sheās right? Iām starting to think that he might not be the one... Anyway, I think my Mom is just jealous of all the sex Iām getting and she isnāt! So, what about your ex girlfriend?"
"Oh, Mel and I had sex all the time," I said.
Ellen's eyes went wide, and she shoved me, hard. "Not that!" she cried out, "Why did you two break up?"
"Oh," I said, "Well, I guess itās a similar story to yours. We only had one thing that kept us together; sex. I liked her a lot, but we just had different friends and different outlooks on life and that was kind of the problem. We didnāt have much else in common. After a while, I realised that we'd never had a real conversation. Like, I didn't even know her middle name or if she had a big family. It was weird. Melās going to get a job and I am going to college⦠it seemed like a good time to go our separate ways."
"I'm sorry," Ellen said, mirroring me from before.
"I'm not," I said, "She wanted to have fun⦠I want to have a real relationship. One where it's not just physical. Where we can talk and be best friends. And even when we do touch, it doesn't have to be about sex. Like, lying around and cuddling is nice, too."
"Yes," Ellen said, her voice suddenly distant. "I know what you mean. Just be there for each other. Just enjoying being in love. I love warm cuddles before I go to sleep."
"Seems like you're pretty warm now under there," I said, trying not to hint too hard.
"Alright I'm going, I'm going," Ellen said, "I'm not happy unless Iām sleeping with someone but chatting to you has been⦠informative. Now I know I can slip in and out⦠you're going to be seeing a lot more of me, Jeffrey."
Eleanor slid out from under the covers, then tip-toed out of my bedroom. When I rolled over to fall asleep though, I found the mattress felt strangely empty.
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The next day was Monday, so I spent most of my time answering phones at my summertime job. Doing admin for a reinsurance company wasn't the worst temp job I'd ever had, and it kept me busy. I didn't put a lot of thought into the day before and what had happened. Mostly because, as far as I was concerned, nothing had. I mean, it was a little weird, what Ellen and I had done, but it wasn't that unusual between friends of the opposite sex. I am her friend though, right? Part of me worried that any relationship I might have with Ellen might end up going the sameĀ way as things went with Mel. Plus she still had a big black cock to fall back on. I was younger and nowhere near making the money that Jerome made. I couldnāt compete.Ā Ā
But, when I got home, I found myself looking forward to something and I couldn't figure out what it was. Then, finally, it dawned on me. Some part of me, an inexplicable aspect for sure, was anticipating Ellen joining me in bed again. Which was silly for a whole host of reasons. Most importantly was that it wasn't going to happen again. It was too risky and I wasn't sure if I wanted to ruin our budding friendship. Sure, being friends with benefits had its perks, but I realised, if I wanted something more, I would need to play the long game. She was pretty⦠no she was stunning! But I had only known her for a few weeks.Ā
That night I had dinner with my parents. I watched Netflix on the couch. Finally, around 10pm, I took my evening shower and crawled into bed. The house was quiet. Whatever little hope I had was finally shot down. Eleanor was clearly not coming.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
"Hey Jeff?" Ellen called through the door.
I told Eleanor she could come in. She was in a similar outfit as the day before, another hoodie (this one yellow) with dark sweats. She had on thick, wool socks, as well. Seriously, we were in the middle of the summer. How was she ever comfortable like that?
"You don't have to knock," I told her, āYou might wake someone.ā
"I don't want to catch you indecent," Ellen said.
"I'm always indecent," I said.
Eleanor frowned at me. "Anyway, I was hoping we could chat and I could get a little warmed up again, like last night."
"You just want me for one thing!ā I laughed, āI make you hot, don't I?"
"You make me lukewarm," Ellen said, "At best. But it's better than icy freezing which is what I feel right now."
"Well let's see what I can do for you," I said, and patted the bed.
"You're in an odd mood today," Ellen said, but she crawled under the covers and koala-ed up to me once again.
"Sorry," I said, "I guess I was trying to be funny, or something."
"You are funny," Ellen said, "When you're not trying so hard. Is something wrong?"
I thought about it for a moment. I didn't think anything was up with me until Ellen came into the room and I got all flustered. I don't know how to describe it. I was being creepy, awkward, flirty, and I couldn't figure out why.
"I don't think something's wrong," I said, "I guess I found myself kind of looking forward to you sneaking in here again. And I know it's odd to be looking forward to cuddling with you."
"It's not strange, it's sweet," Ellen said, "I liked spending time with you, too. It's nice to be close with someone."
"Even if it's your young, dumb neighbour?"
"You're not that much younger," Ellen said, "Not in a bad way. I like you, you're good for snuggling. And you're definitely not dumb."
"Thanks," I said. I felt the need to say something back. "You're super cute. All my friends say so. And, um, you're fun to talk to, too."
Ellen responded by burying her head into my bare chest. She pulled her hood back, revealing her cute, elfin face. Her cheeks were a little pink and she had her blonde hair back in another long, trailing braid. She rested her hand on my chest and began absently tracing her fingers through my hair.
"You have a nice body," she said, continuing our compliment exchange. "Broad, but not fat. Not too muscle-y either. You're a good hugger."
"You're easy to hug," I said.
"Yeah." Ellen yawned.
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I blinked awake. My room was pitch dark. I felt something wrapped around me and looked down.
Ellen! Oh shit!
It was one thing to snuggle. Weird, maybe, but not out of the realm. Falling asleep in the same bed, however, was a really bad idea. We would have a tough time explaining that to Mom and Dad in any way that wouldn't come off as wrong. I couldn't be sneaking girls into their house, even though we hadn't done anything they would assume we had! Then Joseph, Ellen's Dad, would find out and I would find myself begging for my life. He wants to castrate Jerome!
I shook my sexy neighbour awake.
"Mmmmm so warm," she mumbled.
I shoved her again. Ellen's eyes slowly opened, then popped wide.
"You fell asleep," I told her.
"Oh crap!" Ellen said, "Jeff, I'm so sorry."
"I don't mind, but my Mom and Dad will," I said.
Ellen gathered herself together and got out of the bed. "It was nice and warm with you. I guess a little too warm. Hey, it's official!ā
āWhat is?ā
āWe can say we have slept together,ā she laughed but stopped when she saw the expression on my face, āI'll slip out quietly."
I watched as Eleanor tried to ninja out of the room, but it was more like traipsing. Finally, after tripping twice and almost walking into a wall, Ellen managed to make her way to the hall.
I sighed and leaned back into my pillow. That was a close one. While I didn't think there was anything specifically wrong with what we were doing, something about it, I knew, would look plenty inappropriate to our parents. We needed to be more careful. I closed my eyes but couldn't fall back asleep. I ended up staring at my phone till 4am, frustratingly awake.
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The next day was back to work, but the whole time I found myself thinking about what might happen that night. Again, it wasn't something I could rationally explain. Who spent this much time looking forward to being in bed with someone so hot but not having sex? But that didn't stop me from doing it.
I practically raced through my evening routine. As soon as I climbed into bed, Ellen knocked on my door. This time, she didn't wait for me to respond, she just opened it and stepped inside. Again, she was in her standard uniform, but she had her hair in cute pigtails instead of the usual braid.
"I was feeling something different," she said, when I asked about it.
Ellen climbed into bed next to me. There was no more asking if it was okay -- this was now the routine. I can't explain why that made me so happy.
"Listen, we can keep doing this, but we need to be more careful," I said, as Ellen lay next to me. "Falling asleep like that? You're breaking and entering! My parents would be pissed. Your Dad wanted to rip you boyfriendās balls off for disrespecting his family, but at least he doesn't know where he lives! My testicles would be doomed."
"I can't cuddle with my best friend?" Ellen asked.
"You're in bed with me, at night," I said, "It doesn't matter what it is, if that's how it looks."
"We can explain it," Ellen said, "My Mom and Dad know I'm cold all the time. We used to live in the city. It is so much colder up here near the mountains."
"You know it's not okay," I said.
"Fine," Ellen said. She rolled her eyes at me, but she scooched in closer. "But I can stay for a bit, right? Until I get warm?"
"Of course," I said, āI love spending time with you.ā
Again, Ellen put her head on my chest. Let her fingers play on my bare flank. I found myself slowly stroking her hoodie-covered back. I could barely feel the girl under all those clothes.
"You always sleep without a shirt," Ellen said, "Aren't you cold?"
"Obviously not," I said, "Does it make you uncomfortable? Do you want me to put something on?"
"No, I like it," Ellen said, "Like I said, you have a nice chest."
For a moment, I wondered if I should say the same thing back to her. But, flirting that way was not okay⦠I was desperately willing my penis to behave as it was! We lay there in silence for a bit, lightly stroking each other. I listened to Eleanor's soft breathing; The little sounds she made as she got comfortable. She had this way of flicking her eyes around -- at my body, my face, my room -- like she was trying to memorise every detail. There was something very adorable about it.
"I like this," Ellen said, "Warming up with you."
"I like it, too."
"It means a lot to me, that you let me do this," Ellen said, "I guess it's something I could only have with someone who understands me. Any other man would have expectations, you know? Hugging can't just be hugging -- it has to be the prelude to, well, other things. They see my blonde hair and think Iām just some sex doll. You're different. Most boys would be all awkward about it. I guess I'm saying that there's only one person in the whole world who I could do this with and it's you."
"I'm just keeping you warm," I said.
"I know," Ellen said, "But I want you to know it makes me feel special. Lucky, even."
Ellen tilted her head up and kissed me on the cheek. Her thin lips left a little wet mark. I turned, feeling like I should reciprocate, and went to do the same. But, somehow, I missed. Or Ellen turned her head. Of something. Because suddenly my lips were on hers.
I went from surprised to straight up shocked. Instead of pulling away, jumping back, or anything I expected Ellen to do, my neighbour kissed me back. Objectively, it shouldn't have made a difference whether I was kissing Ellen's cheek or her mouth. Skin was skin, after all. Eleanor's lips shouldn't have meant anything more, but they did. I could feel the difference. The electric sparks of touching a sensitive spot with one of my own. Finally, we broke apart. Our eyes, however, stayed connected. I stared into Eleanor's deep blue orbs. Searched through the little whorls of colour. There seemed to be flecks of silver in there. Like her eyes were laden with secret treasure. Eleanor searched me, similarly.
"I should go," Ellen said.
She got out of bed. Before I could say anything, she closed the door behind her. I stared up at the ceiling. My heart raced. From fear, from anticipation, from... From a lot of things I couldn't admit. Once again, I found myself wide awake for most of the night.
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I tried to catch up to Ellen that morning, but she'd already left for her own job as a counselor at a summer camp a few towns over. I spent the whole day at work completely distracted. I left early, claiming I was feeling sick, and waited for Eleanor to get back in the afternoon. I did look and feel exhausted.
I waited in the street and when Ellen finally did arrive, she went straight inside. She blew past me so fast, I didn't even have a chance to say hello. I thought about knocking on the door and talking to her, but something about her shut door shut me down. I'd never known a wooden board could be so imposing.
After dinner, I knew going to bed early was a bad idea. Ellen wasn't coming. Despite three days of disturbed sleep, I could tell I was in for another evening of staring at the ceiling. So, after my evening shower, I went back down to the living room and turned on the TV. I got on the couch, wearing my pj bottoms and an old t-shirt. For some reason I can't explain, I grabbed the fleece blanket from behind the couch and put it on my lap. It's not like I was cold.
I was starting to get into the movie when I saw Ellen quietly unlock the front door and sneak inside. She was in another heavy outfit -- this time a big, brown fluffy sweater and sweatpants. She glanced my way and I got myself ready, knowing that things were about to get super awkward. Instead, Eleanor hurried over to the couch and slipped in next to me. "You're all set up for me," she said, a tinge of awe in her voice. She pulled the blanket over herself and wrapped her arms around my shoulders.
My Mom came out of the kitchen holding a stack of small, round cookies. She saw us sitting on the couch and stopped. "How cute," she said, "I miss snuggle time."
"Jeffrey is so warm," Ellen said.
"Is he now?" Mom asked. She gave me a little knowing smile.
"He really is the best," Ellen said, āis it okay if I stay a while, we are watching this movie?ā
I stared at the screen, pretending like the two of them weren't talking about me. Something about all of this made me feel on display and it was upsetting.
"Sure, Ellen, but don't stay up too late, okay? Jeff hasn't been sleeping well," my Mom said, walking up the stairs to her bedroom.
"We're both adults," Ellen said, "I think we can figure it out."
Mom shook her head at both of us, but she kept going. Once she was out of earshot, Ellen poked me in the ribs.
"See, Jeffrey, I told you! Your parent's don't mind," Ellen said.
"Seeing us on the couch in front of the TV and finding us in bed at 2am are two very different things, Eleanor."
Ellen made a little huff, but she didn't have an answer for that. Instead, she stared at the TV in silence. However she felt about the night before, she didn't show it. She stayed hooked onto me. Her level of comfort with the whole thing in front of my parents made me strangely uncomfortable.
"Oh, I've seen this one," Ellen said.
"I haven't," I said.
"Whatever, I can watch it again," Ellen said. She rested her head against my chest. Her blonde hair was back in its usual braid. I tried to leave things as they were. Clearly Eleanor was fine with everything, but I found I couldn't be. Finally, I gave up and said it.
"Ellen, about last night. I'm sorry."
"About what?" Ellen asked, turning to look at me. Her cute face was crinkled with concern, only making her look more adorable.
"The, um, the kiss," I said, "I stepped over the line. Weāre friends. You have a boyfriend⦠It was a mistake. It shouldn't have happened. I'm really sorry. All the time we've been spending together lately, I'm enjoying it. If I did something to mess that up, I don't think I could forgive myself."
"Personally, I liked it," Ellen said.
"You liked it," I said, "The kiss."
"Yes," Ellen said, brightly. "Didn't you?"
I paused. Well, I knew what I was supposed to say. That she had a boyfriend and I was happy to just be her friend⦠Except that would be a colossal lie.
"It was nice," I said, underselling it by a mile. But I couldn't come out with the complete truth: that a quick peck with Eleanor had been the best kiss I'd ever had in my life. Eleanor, in my bed, her lips on my lips. Perfection. The fact that it was honest didn't make it any easier to admit. In fact, it was quite the opposite.
"I've seen you cum, youāve eaten my pussy and you're worrying about a kiss?ā
āYes! I don't want to ruin⦠whatever this isā¦ā
Ellen smiled her devastatingly cute smile, āDo you want to kiss me again?" Ellen asked.
She turned her head up to me. Put her hand on my cheek and leaned in. Ellen didn't wait for me to answer, she just pressed her lips to mine. She didn't give me a little peck on the lips. It wasn't a quick touch. She straight up kissed me, hard. I felt her teeth press through our lips. She teased her tongue against my mouth. Instinctually, I opened so she could slip her tongue inside. The room filled with wet, smacking sounds. Little mmms and aahhs. Ellen kept her hand on my face, lovingly caressing my cheek while we made out. I squeezed her close against me, like trying to pull her body into my own.
"So warm," Ellen said, as we kissed on the couch. Not like siblings at all. Like lovers. "But then, you make me go away and you keep the warmth with you."
"We can snuggle in bed," I said, "For a little bit."
"And kiss some more?" Ellen asked, āYou're a really good kisser. Better than Jerome!ā
"I am?" I ask incredulously.
āThat's at least two departments you beat him in. Not that I'm keeping score.ā
I turned off the TV and we both hurried back to my bedroom. I climbed under the covers and Ellen followed me. As soon as we laid down, her lips reached for mine like she'd been holding her breath the whole time. Ellen grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head. Again, I usually slept that way. I'd always been topless when Eleanor was with me before. But something about her stripping me seemed so sexual.
"This is so dangerous," I said, unable to stop myself.
Ellen drew back, a look of confusion etched on her adorable face. "Why?"
"My parents are in the next room," I said, as if I was making some shocking announcement. "Your Dad warned me about what he would do to the next guy he caught with his daughter."
"Oh," Ellen said. She paused to think about it for a moment. "But my Dad likes you. He knows we are friends. And we are just friends! So, it doesn't bother me and it shouldn't worry you."
Now I was the one looking befuddled back at Eleanor.
"It's the same as the cuddling," Ellen said, "It doesn't have to be romantic. You're right, that would be dangerous if we were doing it that way, in some romantic relationship. But what we have⦠what we are⦠well, it's more functional for me. Kissing you makes me feel warm on the inside. Warmer than when we hug. So, you're helping me out. That's all. You're helping a friend."
"Oh," I said, unsure if I was supposed to feel mollified or hurt. "Okay."
"So, we can keep kissing?" Ellen asked.
I nodded. That was all I needed to hear, I realised. How could I be upset if I got to keep doing this, whatever it was, with my blonde neighbour? Rather than answer her question, I simply leaned in, and we reconnected.
"You're warm now?" I asked, after a few minutes of sliding our lips and tongues together.
"Definitely," Ellen said, "This is all I want. I'm tired of being cold all the time."
I'm not sure how much time we spent in my bed. I lost track of everything except for the feel of Eleanor under my fingers. The sweetness of her breath on my cheek. Neither of us fell asleep, that was for sure. Eventually, Ellen pulled back. My lips ached from all the kissing we'd been doing, but I still felt the disappointment well up in my chest.
"That should do for me," Ellen said, "At least for a few hours."
I raised my eyebrow at her.
"Right now, I feel pretty warm," Ellen said, "As warm as I get anyway. But once we break apart it slips away. I'm cold by the time I'm back in bed. But last night, after the kiss, it kinda lasted for a while. Long enough for me to fall asleep. I guess it's like charging up my heat battery. Your kisses are more efficient than your hugs or something."
"And you feel like you'll be okay now? About all of this?"
"I think so," Ellen said. She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before she scampered out of my room.
I lay back, arms behind my head on the pillow. A strange sense of satisfaction washed over me. I felt completely at ease with the world. Like I was drifting down a broad stream on a warm summer day. My door popped back open.
"Hey," Ellen called into my room, "Camp is off tomorrow for some reason, you want to meet for lunch?"
My work schedule was busy, but never so much that I couldn't step out for a quick bite. I nodded my agreement and my blonde neighbour smiled so bright it lit the room.
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We met at an outdoor cafƩ in town. We sat in the afternoon heat and ate our sandwiches, chatting idly about school and life. Even though we were out on wooden decking under the blistering sun, Ellen was dressed in her usual heavy outfit; like it might snow at any second. I got sweaty just looking at her. We didn't make out or even kiss. At one point, Ellen held my hand, but only for a little bit. We didn't act in any way different than what we were, friends enjoying lunch together. And yet, it was so very obviously a date between the two of us, it felt scandalous. Midway through our meal, Ellen's head popped up. Like a thought had just occurred to her.
"Why are you single?" she asked, out of nowhere.
"What?" I nearly fell back out of my chair. I knew Eleanor wasn't trying to be hurtful, but the question was so direct I didn't know how to respond to it.
"Sorry," Ellen said, "You only caught the tail end of the conversation I was having in my head."
I nodded like that made any sense.
"I was thinking about how nice it was to sit here with you," Ellen said, tossing her long blonde braid behind her shoulder, "And how it would be a nice date if we were, well, you knowā¦"
"More than just friends?"
"Exactly," Ellen said, "And that got me thinking about what a great boyfriend you'd be. I mean, you're cute and tall. You've got a good body. Your hugs are lovely, and your kisses are, well, better than any friend should know, anyway."
I felt my cheeks go hot. I looked down and tried to hide it with my sandwich, but I was smiling too hard to take a bite.
"And you're a good guy. Funny and caring. I like spending time with you more than just about anyone. Truly."
"Which led you to the thought you finally spoke aloud," I said, "Why am I single?"
"Yes," Ellen said. She looked positively thrilled with my ability to complete her broken thoughts. "Do you want to be?"
"No," I said, "I miss a lot of things that go with being in a relationship. Of course, there's the, um, physical stuff. You know?"
This time, Ellen looked down and blushed.
"But mostly I just like having that emotional connection. That's why Mel and I broke up. I realised that we were faking it. I wanted more. But finding that is hard. You don't get there after a few dates, if you even get that far."
"Having the finish line feel so distant makes it hard to start," Ellen said, "But you still have to begin."
"I've tried," I said, "I am trying. But right now, not so much. I'm concentrating on my degree and then my career. What about you? You're cute and funny. Smart and se... I mean, you're alright for a friend. So, are you choosing to be single or has the universe forced it on you?"
"Somewhere in between," Ellen said.
The waitress came by and cleared our plates. I sat patiently and waited while that business was done so that Eleanor could explain herself.
"Unlike my new neighbour, who is pretty great as a friend, most guys are only interested in one thing," Ellen said.
"Icthyology," I said, nodding empathetically.
Ellen tried not to laugh at my dad joke, but she did anyway. Then she glared at me for making her do it.
"In any case, I'm not ready to go back to that sort of existence yet," Ellen said, "I'm not a prude. I like what I have right now but⦠I'd like to be in a more meaningful relationship. I need to cross the emotional bridge before I can get there, and most guys aren't willing to take the time. So, I'm now kinda single, in that the world is full of stupid boys who can't be bothered to fill my heart before they stuff it in... Well, other places."
"I'm sorry," I said, meaning it.
"Sometimes I'm glad that I'm cold all the time," Ellen said. She gestured at her outfit of sweats, more sweats, and then more sweats. "Wearing all of this? It's like a suit of armor that keeps me protected and safe. Imagine if I walked around like her."
Ellen pointed to a skinny blonde wearing an outfit that may as well have been two hand towels strapped to her body with rubber bands. I had to admit, while parts of me might have liked that look, my brain thought it looked pretty ridiculous.
"Maybe somewhere in between would be alright," I said.
Ellen smiled at me, wistfully. "Maybe. If I was warm."
After we paid for our meal, Ellen got up from her seat and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. I drove back to my college, feeling so high that I could have walked the whole way. My feet wouldn't have ever touched the ground.
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Ellen practically tackled me into bed that night.
"Brrrrr," she said, gripping onto me with surprising strength, "I think my Dad turned the A/C up or something."
She wasn't kidding about being cold, Ellen's whole body trembled as I pulled her close to me under the covers. She was shivering like crazy, so bad we couldn't even kiss for a bit. Instead, she just held onto me, tight, like a life raft in the ocean.
Finally, I felt my secret blonde lover settle into her usual spot. Her head notched in the nook of my neck, her hand rested on my bare chest. I squeezed her tight to me. She gripped me back. We stayed still for a bit, savoring our connection. But soon enough we were back to kissing. I don't know how these make out sessions started, honestly. We kind of slipped into them. A furtive glance. A shared look. Then pow, duo-directional lipus-lockus. Again, I stroked Eleanor's back. She ran her hand up and down my bare torso. Abruptly, I felt something bump against my hard penis.
I haven't mentioned it to this point, mostly because I assumed it would be fairly obvious. But I was getting truly, epically erect during these little pre-sleep sessions with Eleanor. I mean, hard as I'd ever felt. My balls would ache like crazy, too, which was probably part of what was keeping me up all night. You'd assume, therefore, that after Ellen left or the next morning or whatever, that I would give myself some relief. Except I couldn't. Because rubbing away my Ellen-induced erection felt far too close to other, more dangerous ideas.
So, instead, I was in a constant state of pained, semi-arousal until Ellen and I were together. Then I'd shift to an even more excruciating, completely unquantifiable level of aroused-out-of-my-mind. To this point, however, Ellen and I had kept everything over the clothes and above the waist. Eleanor must have gotten a little more enthusiastic than usual, reached a little further than she ordinarily might, and bumped into my tumescent member. Considering how huge it felt between my legs, like a fleshy, throbbing redwood sprouting in the middle of my groin, I'm actually kind of surprised that this didn't happen more often.
"Oh!" Ellen squeaked, adorably. She flinched back from me. Her eyes were wide.
"Sorry," I said, "It's not. That is, I'm not. We'reā¦"
Ellen saw me struggling but instead of reaching out to help she sat back and watched me panic. Glad we never went mountain climbing together, because I'd already be a black smudge on a rock by now.
"It's natural," I said, finally catching my rational mind, "A reaction to being here with a girl. Any girl."
"It's fine," Ellen said, shifting from a smirk to a friendly smile. "I understand. You can't control it."
"Right," I said, breathing normally for the first time in what felt like hours but had been less than a minute. "It's a biological response. I'm sorry."
"Don't be," Ellen said. She rubbed my arm affectionately. "It's totally normal. I'm not upset, at all. The first time I saw you⦠I saw it⦠and it was very⦠impressive. I am glad I make you feel that way."
"Thanks," I said. I leaned over to kiss her, but Ellen slid back.
"It's just, well, as much as I can appreciate our happy little friend. He's kind of getting in the way of our warm-up time," Ellen said.
"Oh," I said, suddenly feeling very shy. "Well, if you want to go back to your bedroom, I understand."
"I'm not nearly warm enough for that," Ellen said, "Can't we do something about him? You know, help him settle in for the night?"
"OH!" I said, suddenly feeling even shyer. "I mean, I guess I could, um, take care of it. If you'll give me a minute."
"That's alright, I've got it." I groaned as Eleanor grabbed hold. It felt better than anything I'd ever experienced. The combination of the buildup of the last week, the situation itself, even the surprise of Eleanor, it made the experience feel more powerful than even intercourse. And Ellen hadn't even truly done anything yet.
Eleanor squeezed my member through the fabric of the pjs, tightly. Smiling sweetly the whole time. "You ate my pussy like a pro. I want you to feel good," Ellen whispered.Ā
"Well⦠It's a little tight," I said.
"Oops!" Ellen said. She loosened her grip. "I've never actually taken the time to just explore yours... The guys Iāve been with like to get to the sticky ending as quickly as possible."
"You're welcome to explore but you're not actually touching it," I said, before I could stop myself.
"True," Ellen said. She reached into my fly and pulled out my erect penis. Holy fuck.
I'm not that big, I swear. I have a perfectly normal sized cock. Really. But after all the arousal I had saved up and compared to the petite hand that was holding it, I swear it looked like I'd been keeping a fleshy Eiffel Tower in my pants this whole time.
Ellen took one look at my cock and giggled with delight. "Oh wow. Okay. That's awesome," she said. She slowly manipulated my cock while she dipped her head to examine it at every angle. "Your balls look heavy. You haven't been masturbating⦠have you?"
"No," I said, my breath tight while my overeager lover lightly squeezed my scrotum.
"Sensitive?"
"Yes," I gasped out again.
"Okay, I'll be careful," Ellen said. She gave a little shiver, and I couldn't tell if it was the usual chill or more of an incestuous thrill.
Again, Eleanor gripped my cock. But now it was skin on skin. For a girl that was always cold, Ellen's hand felt plenty warm wrapped around my shaft. She held it there, tight, then looked at me expectantly.
"So, when does it go down?"
"What?"
"How do you want me to make you cum?" Ellen asked, "So we can get back to our cuddle time."
"You honestly don't know?" Eleanor was obviously a lot more experienced than she was letting on.
"Don't be rude," Ellen said, "I want to do what works best for you. You know, to get you off?"
I nodded, doing my best to keep my expression neutral. Eleanor was holding my cock, I had nothing to complain about at that moment. I wrapped my hand around Eleanor's and showed her, gently, how to move her fist up and down. Ellen nodded, earnestly. The perfect sexy student. After a few strokes, she showed me she got it and I leaned back. Ellen's little pink hand ran up my thick, purpling shaft. Her quick little fingers urgently pumped my penis, her tongue buried in the corner of her mouth.
"Come on now, little man," Ellen said, "Time to go night-night."
"It's a little dry," I said, hopefully.
"Oh!" Ellen said. She gave her palm a long, sloppy lick, then returned to stroking. On a scale of one to ten, Eleanor grabbing my dick through my pjs had been a fifteen. So, we had to be somewhere in the hundreds by now.
Ellen tucked her braid back and returned to rubbing me off. Her hand made wet sounds as she pushed and pulled. The power of the moment overwhelmed me. It wasn't just the motion or the touch, though that was plenty. It was seeing Eleanor up on her knees, bent over my cock. The look of concentration on her face. The fervent little quirk of her mouth. I swear, I could have gone numb from the crown down and I still would have been about to blow my load from what Eleanor was doing.
"Close?" Ellen asked.
"Uh-huh," I said. Barely able to speak.
And then I had a thought. An inspiration, really. A lightning strike of ingenuity I've yet to match in my lifetime.
"When I... When it, well, you know. It's going to go everywhere," I said.
Ellen looked at me like I was speaking ancient Celtic.
"When I cum," I said,
"There was a lot under the blanket that night. Do you usually cum loads?" Ellen asked. She slowed her movements, allowing me to regain the ability to speak for a moment.
"I guess so," I said, "So you might want to, like, take off your sweatshirt. So, you don't get it all messed up."
What can I say? It was a desperate gamble. I mean, there were plenty of tissues not two feet away from us. But when you've got your dream lover stroking you, I mean, you kind of have to try to get her shirt off. That's just common sense. Ellen nodded, her face very serious. She reached down for the bottom of her sweatshirt. She pulled it off, revealing a light blue tee. Ellen took that off as well. I was reminded of the old kid's magician trick of revealing an endless rainbow of ribbons. How far down did all this go? Finally, Ellen was down to just her bra. It was pink and lacy, nothing racy at all. A full cup that pretty much covered whatever chest Eleanor might have had. But what was revealed was more than exciting enough: Eleanor's surprisingly fit, flat tummy and the beginnings of curvy hips.
"Hi," Ellen said, seeing me stare.
"Sorry," I said.
A cute little smirk snuck across Ellen's lips. "Let's get back to it, okay?"
I nodded.
The little break had not flagged my flagpole erection one bit. I was at full mast and ready, at any moment, for the big, final fireworks show. Ellen licked her palm again and started stroking. I think she could sense that the end was near because she started working me with a confident abandon, her movements almost wild as she worked me over. All that stimulation, the build of the last week, the makeout sessions, seeing Ellen nearly topless, it all came to a head in five, quick strokes.
"Ellen," I got out the warning just in time, "I'm going to..."
My cock swelled. My balls leapt. A fountain of fertility rocketed from my testicles and up my shaft, filling me with ecstatic pleasure. I'm pretty sure I shouted as it went, the release of endorphins overwhelming.
"Yes, oh yeah! Cum for me baby," she purred.
Her hand slowed. Squeezing the shaft and pulling it forward to the head. Squeezing. Then the pulsing. I felt it through my whole groin. That first spurt arcing away from my body and towards hers. Shooting through the air. I gasped. Ellen gasped. A big rope of cum flying forward and splattering across her bra covered titties. Testament to the excitement I felt. The pleasure gripped me too hard for me to notice anything more. All I could feel was every successive burst of semen. Each a slightly lower peak than the last. Then the flood. Flowing out of my cock, dripping down. Her fingers were covered in my pearly, sticky mess. She stroked some more, draining every drop. That last strand was the stickiest. It hung from my cock, and I could see her tongue almost reaching out, as if to catch it. It swung as it hung there precipitously. Then it fell to my thighs with a splat. Finally, it subsided, and I was able to look up at Eleanor surveying her achievement. That cum covered mess I had created between us. My heart was pounding and my breathing was rapid.
"Oh my god, there's so much," Eleanor whispered. She just looked at me and licked her lips with the most devilish grin. As I writhed in pleasure, I distinctly heard Eleanor cry out. "Oh! So hot."
She was sitting in the same position as before. Her eyes were distant. I could see my ejaculate had truly spattered her. She was covered with my white stuff. But rather than be disgusted, Ellen was running her hands through it, idly. In fact, I realised she was doing more than that. Eleanor was rubbing my sperm right into her bare skin. Like slathering on lotion. She lovingly spread my spend over her tummy, making sure every bit of it was sucked up.
"It's so warm," she said, repeating those words again and again. Like a kind of mantra. "I love the feel of it on my bare skin."
"Are⦠You okay?" I asked.
Ellen nodded, absently. "You?"
"Oh yes," I said. I hadn't meant it to come out like that, but it had. Fortunately, Ellen just giggled.
"I'm sorry," I said, for what felt like the hundredth time that evening.
"Don't you dare apologise, I owed you that and more," Ellen said, "This was awesome. I didn't realise your cum would be like this. It's like covering myself in liquid heat. I'm so comfy now, I don't think we even need to kiss anymore," Ellen said.
"Oh," I said. Unable to hide my disappointment. Did I love that handjob? Damn straight I did. But I felt like I was missing out if we skipped the kissing part.
"Don't worry," Ellen said, leaning down to kiss me on the cheek, "I'll need more warming up tomorrow."
Eleanor practically skipped out of my room, grabbing her sweatshirt on the way out. I had no trouble sleeping that night, that's for sure.
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Ellen started spending more and more time with me in my house and my Mom noticed my awkwardness when she was around. She just smiled, knowingly, but what she didn't know was that we weren't ājust friendsā. Well, at least in my mind that was how I read the situation. I wanted her. I wanted to be hers. I wanted to mean more to her than just a friend with some pleasurable benefits. We were both sitting on the couch. My parents were milling around the house, so we'd yet to initiate anything more than playful banter. They knew how cold blooded the blonde was, my Dad even called her āThe Ice Maiden,ā and so the fact that she was wrapped in a blanket did not look out of place at all. Ellen was no Ice Maiden, she teased me whenever she could, whether someone was watching or not. In fact I was beginning to realise the whole āIām coldā routine was all for show. She seemed to get immense pleasure in watching my discomfort, which was a concerning character trait⦠if she was actually my girlfriend! But I was drawn to her more than any other of the girls that I had briefly had designs on, so I flirted clumsily back and my Dad would just smile and bury his head in his hands. We were becoming something more than just friends. We gave each other little loving caressing touches underneath the blanket. Pokes to the side and strokes to the shoulders. Nothing untoward but everything she seemed to do was⦠calculated. If I put the TV on, neither of us even pretended to watch it. Instead, we enjoyed each other's company. The way we played and flirted, it felt more like an evening with a girlfriend than a friend and I was certainly fine with that. Ellen, however, always wanted to push for the limits.
"Do you know, in that moment, covered in your stuff, it felt better than any sweater I'd ever worn? It was hot against my skin but I felt like there was a furnace burning inside of me."
"Mom. Dad," I said, raising my eyebrows, "Right there, in the kitchen!"
"I want to feel that way all the time," Ellen continued, ignoring my warning. "And I don't think I can jerk you off every three hours. Can I?" She was smirking.
As much as that thought seemed tempting in the moment, I knew my eyes were too big for my testicles. I'd be ready to die after three days of that, no doubt.
"What if I, you know, returned the favour?" I asked.
I was very much interested in that idea, let me tell you. Just the idea of seeing Eleanor's naked again was enticing enough. But getting to touch her, taste her, and bring her to the same peak that she had brought me⦠oh yes, that was an amazing thought.
"Tempting," Ellen said. She gave me a sly smile. "But I already owe you one."
"We're going to bed, kids," Dad said, leading my Mom up the stairs. They gave us a wave, like we were just friends having a regular evening instead of a couple waiting to make out like the horny lovers we truly were.
"I wonder if they're going to do it," Ellen mused.
"I try not to think about such things," I said, "It kind of ruins my interest in doing them, myself."
"Don't do that then," Ellen said, "I need your little soldier to be ready to go into battle as soon as possible."
"Little?!" I asked, pretending to be upset.
Ellen rolled her eyes at me. "Boys," she said. She took a deep breath. "Trust me, you're plenty big enough. I know you like to compare but just feel happy knowing yours is more than big enough, based on how I can barely get my fingers around it. I mean, that's a pretty good sign that I shouldn't be shoving it anywhere else."
"Probably not," I said, suddenly comparing myself to her ex-boyfriends bigger, black cock.Ā
I guess she had just paid me a bigger compliment that she realised. Was I having fun with what we were doing? You bet. Was I still very much aware that it was with Eleanor? Also a stone cold lock. I knew there were lines that we shouldn't cross. So, all for the better that we agreed we weren't going there.
"Speaking of which, up to your bedroom?" Ellen asked. I nodded, far too eagerly.
Both of us rumbled into my room, shutting the door behind us. I stripped off my clothes, but rather than bother with the pjs, I stayed naked. I climbed onto my bed and lay down on top of the covers. Ellen, to my surprise, stripped off her sweatshirt and other layers above her waist. She was wearing another full cup bra, a blue one. I couldn't tell too much, but it sure seemed like her chest greatly outstripped her flat, tight tummy. Eleanor crawled onto the bed, like a stalking cat, and started to kiss me. I wrapped my arms around her back, feeling her bare skin. It felt electric, illicit, like I was getting away with something even more forbidden than making out with her. I had access to something that was very special.
Ellen writhed against me. She held my head tight, as she pressed her lips to mine. My hardness, naturally, slotted itself between her soft, sweatpants-covered legs. Eleanor ground herself into my cock. Finally, we broke apart. Ellen gave me a wild grin, then sat up. Without warning, she grabbed my rock hard penis and started stroking it up and down. Despite my release the day before, I was no less hard and ready.
"I wish it lasted longer," Ellen said, thoughtfully, while she worked me up and down.
It took me a moment to realise she meant the heat of my ejaculate, and not anything else.
"There's not much I can do about that," I said.
"No, I know," Ellen said, "I just feel that with the hugging and kissing. Now this. We're so close to solving this puzzle, I swear." She smiled a crooked and mischievous smile, eyeing my cock. Her face turned super serious. "I want to be warm. For one day. Is that really too much to ask?"
"I don't know what else there is I can do," I said. As if lying back and letting Eleanor give me a handjob was the absolute peak of my efforts.
"It feels so good on my skin, but after it just..." Ellen stopped mid-sentence. Mid-stroke. "Huh."
"What's up?"
"I want to do something," Ellen said, "Will you let me try it?"
I eyed her, nervously. There were lots of paths Ellen could be taking us down, I realised, and most of them did not end well. I had the upsetting picture in my head of her tying me to a skateboard, lighting a rocket, and sending me down a steep hill to my doom. As if Eleanor were Wile E. Coyote or something.
"Iām not going to tease you," Ellen said, sensing my apprehension. "In fact, I'm pretty sure you'll like it. Just lie back, okay?"
I did as I was told. Eleanor started off the right way, she leaned down and kissed me on the mouth. Again, I was overwhelmed by it. Not only the feel of her lips but the strawberry scent of her hair. The way it felt very much like I was kissing a woman and yet also smooching Eleanor. A sickening twist not unlike going down the first hill on the rollercoaster. Scary and fun. Fun because it's scary. Ellen let her lips drift lower, like marking a trail so she could find her way back later. My ears and my neck. Down the center of my chest. As her mouth got closer to my dick, it became pretty clear what she had in mind. And this, well, it was way better than a handjob.
"Ohhh, Ellen, you canāt doā" I groaned as Eleanor's lips made contact with my cock. It was only a kiss, but already I was aching for more. Eleanor slowly pecked her way around my pole. She dabbed her tongue against my shaft.
"That's nice," she said, smacking her lips, "My girlfriends say oral sex is gross, but Iāve always kinda liked it. Itās intimate and empowering. I like to be in control of my man. And like I said⦠I owe you one."
"You donāt owe me anything, Ellen," I said. Again, I didn't know what part of my brain was sending out these stupid sayings, but the rest of my mind did not approve. Ellen gave my comment the disdainful look it deserved. But then she gripped my dick and steered it into her mouth.
āYou went down on me? I even came in your mouth,ā she said, "Oh yeah, this is much better."
I couldn't tell if she was being sarcastic or not. I was too enveloped in bliss to care. The warm, wetness of Ellen's mouth slowly engulfed me. I was no longer capable of doing anything but lying back and making incomprehensible noises. Ellen slurped up and down my shaft. Her innocent face contorted around my cock into the sexiest expression imaginable. Her mouth gaped open. Her blue eyes wide and eager.
"Ummm," she said, as she shluck, shluck, shlucked up and down my sensitive manhood.
Eleanor didn't need instruction this time. It was like she took what she learned with her hand and simply applied it to her mouth. I mean, she had probably sucked her boyfriend off loads of times. She was good, adding little flourishes as she went. Twisted and swirled her tongue in all the right ways. But it was more than her actions. Her enthusiasm, her affection, it took everything over the top. Natural born cocksucker sounds like an insult, but I'm telling you Eleanor should have it engraved on her wall. Calligraphed onto some diploma. She was that fucking amazing which was a good thing, because I was quickly losing my mind. Words devolved into sensations. All I could do was lie back and drool while Eleanor did her thing on my member. She started sliding her fist up and down along with her mouth and I was down to a puddle.
"Warn me before you cum," Ellen said. Weirdly casual, like telling me to watch out for jalapenos on the nachos.
"Uhhhhh." I swear that was a whole sentence about what an amazing job my blonde next-door-neighbour was doing. On how lucky I felt to have this experience for even a second, let alone for longer. A deep and entrancing monologue on the nature of love and its expression through lips and tongue given life over my cock.
"Seriously," Ellen said, "I want to be prepared when it happens."
She slid her lips up and down a bit on me. I was floating above the bed, this was the most amazing experience I had ever had. My back arched, my head tilted back, my eyes closed. Ellen shifted around so she was on her hands and knees, still taking me in her mouth. Slowly she took me deeper, I gasped. She took me a bit too deep, and had to back off, then worked back into the rhythm. I could feel her wet tongue bathing my cock, could feel the roof of her mouth gliding over the head. My hands went to her head, pushing her hair out of the way. Seeing my cock disappearing into her mouth was pushing me over the edge. Then she looked up at me with those lust filled steel blue eyes, those perky bra clad breasts swaying with every bob of the head. I groaned and gasped. My cock swelled with my approaching orgasm. Her eyes widened with the sudden increase of size and girth in her mouth, but she didn't stop.
"I...uh..."
Ellen took her free hand and cradled my balls. Right there, it was all over.
"Cuh... Uh... Cumming. Oh Ellen! I'm cuh--mming!"
And then I exploded, such an intense orgasm that all I could go was gasp. I saw stars and the room was spinning. The orgasm that erupted from me was unfamiliar. Unlike any pleasure I'd known before. Not only because of the power of the whole experience, but due to what my dream girl did. She didn't just open her mouth and accept my load. She didn't sit back and allow it to happen like every other woman I'd ever been with. My beautiful Ellen hollowed her cheeks and sucked the orgasm out of me. Straight up pulled my sperm right out of my penis like I was a milkshake, and my cock was the straw. The pleasure of it, so intense, it was almost painful.
Ellen giggled happily as she drank me down. At first she looked shocked as my cum filled her mouth, then she calmed and worked my length slowly allowing my body to calm down, while still draining me of every last drop. The blonde had given me an experience so intense I died, went to heaven, and got a high-five from St. Peter before my soul dropped back into my body. Meanwhile, Eleanor cooed and preened. Gulp gulp gulp. Happy little girl. Finally a peaceful satisfaction settled across her face as she swallowed my cum and finally let me slide out of her mouth.
"Now that was awesome!" she cried out.
I was barely able to speak. "Ahāhaāfuck⦠fuuuck. Ellen!" I gasped. I tried to sit up but fell backward onto the bed. I felt like Cary Elwes after The Machine sucks an entire year out of him in The Princess Bride.
Ellen sat back and rubbed her tummy. "But I kind of miss having it on my skin," she said, "I don't suppose you could quickly whip up another creamy load for me?"
"Oh fuck," I said, my head lolled on the pillow, "I'm going to need at least a little bit of time to recover from that! You were⦠that was⦠fuck!"
"Oh, fair enough," Ellen said. She leaned in and gave me a big cummy kiss on the lips. I didn't care. Fuck she looked so beautiful in that moment. A little froth of white coating her mouth. "I don't want to drain my new heat source now that I've finally figured it out."
Ellen tried to slip out of bed, as I'd been bidding her for the past week. But at the last second, I shot my arm out and pulled her back to me.
"Whoa!" she cried out as she tumbled over me. Still, I would not let go. "Oh⦠feeling a bit needy now? Hmmm, okay, I guess I'm staying for a while."
I squeezed Eleanor close and held her as tight as I could. My post-orgasm euphoria slipped away to cold rationality. It didn't matter. I kept Ellen there for as long as she'd let me. She was right⦠I was needy. What we had just shared together had had a profound effect upon me. I simply didnāt want to let her go. The afterglow of that orgasm and holding onto the beautiful woman who had bestowed it upon me⦠was all I wanted in the whole world. I listened to her heartbeat as she stroked my hair, shearing my body heat. When I looked into her amazing blue eyes I saw something else residing there; Like she knew what she was doing. Like she had masterminded a plan to perfection. Like she was a predator and I was her prey. She smiled and I melted, closed my eyes and eventually, distant through sleep, I felt her slip away.
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I didn't see Eleanor at all the next day. It was Saturday, and she texted me she'd be shopping all day, finding supplies for her twin sisters. They were both a year younger, seventeen years old, and after the summer they were going to join Ellen and I at Uni.
Ellen's sisters were extraordinarily difficult to pin down. I barely saw them to be honest. I knew they were almost mirror images of each other. They both excelled at sports and spent a lot of time figure skating and playing soccer. I knew more about them through their reputation than because they literally lived next door. Sophie and Joseph were very protective of them and Eleanor most of all seemingly arranging for us to be anywhere but where they were. I knew they were both academics. The rumours were that they were also lesbians because they had absolutely no time for any boys. They only had a small group of dorky friends and moved in completely different circles to Ellen and I. Apparently they had identical personalities. Their faces looked like complete photocopies of each other. Jessica and Rachel were petite redheads, with athletic and unremarkable bodies, with small hips, tight butts and small tits. Ellen remarked that her Mom and Dad always wanted them to be boys and that was how they were. They weren't interested in meeting me even though I wanted to be neighbourly.Ā
They were identical twins, each had wavy hair coming down to just below the shoulders that they took great care to ensure was styled and cut the same except to everyoneās shock at school, Rachel had suddenly gone full emo. Jessica had bright red hair and now Rachelās hair was almost black, with black fingernails and purple lipstick. It sounded like something traumatic had happened in her life but Ellen wasnāt forthcoming with any gossip and my Mom told me that Joseph hoped it was just a phase she was going through. I once saw them leaving the house and greeted them with a āHiā. They pretty much ignored me and I can't even remember if they replied. I asked Ellen but she said they were just normal teens with normal, dreary lives. I needn't worry, they were passive with everyone, I should just pretend they didnāt exist as they did with me. Well, if they couldnāt be bothered to make time for me, I certainly wouldnāt lose sleep about them! The age gap and their closeness meant that I wouldn't ever really need to connect with either of them in the same way that I connected with Ellen. They only seemed to confide in themselves. In fact, to be honest, I was surprised they had agreed to go shopping with their older sister. Ellen made it clear she despised them. She also told me they were gay and they couldnāt be more different to her; Ellen was warm and loving. They seemed self centered, callous and indifferent.Ā
I sent several messages to Ellen that morning and as I thought back to the night before⦠I couldn't help myself. There was no way for me to ask politely, but I had to know. So, I sent her a fire symbol followed by a question mark. Ellen wrote back: Almost all night! Well, I guess that answered my question well enough. I thought about also going to the bookstore to get some revision stuff I needed, but I didn't want Ellen to think I was being nerdy or clingy. So, instead, I holed up in my bedroom and played games! The house was quiet but comfortable. Again, I wondered if maybe I should stay home for another year; I had inherited money from my grandfather that had been released to me when I turned eighteen. I intended to use it to get on the property ladder rather than go into student accommodation. That would help me greatly when I finished my degree and began my career⦠which was still three years away. I hadnāt factored in finding a girlfriend, not that Eleanor was my girlfriend! I knew I needed to sacrifice the next three years and study if I had any designs of getting into property development or architecture. Having my own place would give me some privacy to study and even though I didn't hear my family moving around, just knowing they might be there was enough of a distraction. I switched off my game and hit the books. When I took a break for lunch, I found my father waiting for me in the kitchen. He gave me a dark stare and my heart sank. Wordless, he gestured for me to take a seat on a stool over by the breakfast bar.
"I know what you've been doing," he said.
Every organ I had raced for the floor in one sickening, awful drop.
"You do?" I choked out. My voice was so thin, I feared it would crack.
"Sneaking around," Dad said, "You think you're so clever."
When he was angry, they burned right through you. And that, along with his cold blue eyes and thin lips, managed to create an appearance that could send a demon back to hell with its tail between its legs. My father didn't have to threaten. All he had to do was stare me down and I swear I felt the pee trying to escape down my legs.
"Dad, I can explain."
"Where. Are. My. Cookies?" Dad said.
"What?" I tried to sit back, but forgot I was on a stool and nearly tumbled over. I grabbed the counter to steady myself.
"Don't play dumb," Dad continued, "You know I have a secret stash of cookies buried deep in the cabinet. And now they're gone. My little circles of chocolate happiness." I swear, he looked like he was about to cry.
"I didn't touch your cookies, Dad," I said. My father eyed me, suspicion shading his face. "I don't even like them," I said, "But there are other people in this house who might also be aware of your secret stash."
My Dad cocked his head. "Mmmm⦠interesting idea. Maybe your new bestie with the blonde hair, she seems to live here just as much as she lives with Joseph and Sophie next door.ā I stared at him blankly. āWell that only leavesā¦. Maria," he said. My Mom's name. I nodded.
He marched out of the kitchen, like I wasn't even there. I slumped onto the stool. Goddamn but that had been close.
"We have to stop," I told Eleanor when she got home from shopping.
Ellen arched her eyebrow at me. Yes we were in my bedroom. Yes we were already sitting on my bed. I was back in my pj bottoms, and I'd stopped Eleanor from taking off her blouse. I'd spent the whole day obsessing over what had happened. I didn't want my time with Eleanor to end, but I'd seen how it could come to a finish and I didn't want that even more. I needed to concentrate on my studies. I knew that I was falling in love with herā¦Ā Ā
"We almost got caught today," I said.
"Your Dad got mad over some cookies," Ellen said, "That's not 'almost got caught.'"
"Still though," I said, "I got the sense of how things could go. He would tell your Dad and your Dad would come over and remove my testicles. For a moment I was sure we were found out and it was awful, Ellen. I don't want us to be some kinky secret. Weāre not even⦠I mean⦠your dad REALLY disapproves of your boyfriend⦠if he finds out that Iā"
"Jeffrey, I was warm almost all night last night," Ellen interrupted, "For the first time in, like, ever. And you can't tell me you didn't like how it happened, either."
"It was the most amazing thing ever," I conceded, āBut afterwards was better, just holding you, I felt so connected to youā¦ā
"Wait, really?" Ellen got pulled out of her monologue. Her blue eyes practically glowed. "I mean, I'm not dumb. I know you enjoyed it. But I figured that was, you know, normal. But you think that afterwards⦠was better?"
"The blow job was the best I've ever had," I said, "But holding you after felt⦠there are no words⦠nothing even comes close."
"Better than Mel?" Ellen said. She looked like she was about to accept the Nobel Prize (which, to be fair, if they gave one for blowjobs, she'd probably already have five of them stacked up in her dresser drawer). "You said she was all sex all the time. Seriously?"
"It's more than the physical-ness of it," I said, "It's the connection we share. You know? So yeah, it was better than Mel or Lauren or Jodie."
"Wait, you got a blow job from Jodie Cartwright?"
"It was during high school. I was young," I said, shrugging. It was not my proudest moment, being honest.
Ellen eyed me for a moment. Like she was thinking everything through. Seriously, I'd never seen a girl get so happy about sucking someone off. But Eleanor had different standards, I suppose.
"So why should we stop?" Ellen said, "I've been getting warm and you're getting, well, something pretty great too. It's not like it's wrong."
āIt's not wrong⦠But⦠where is this going?ā I gave Eleanor a questioning look.
Did I really want our time together to stop? If I truly interrogated myself the answer would be 'no.' But I was scared by what had happened and I think I was hoping that Ellen might be able to convince me that we could be something more. That she'd rationalise our wrongdoing in some way and I could pretend to be persuaded. I know that's selfish, but it's where I was.
"We're just helping each other out," Ellen said with a shrug, "Friends do that all the time."
"I doubt your parents would feel the same way," I said.
"I suppose if it was romantic then sure, it would be an issue," Ellen explained to me, patiently, like talking to a child. "Do you love me?"
"Yes. Of course I do. You're my best friendā"
"Not love. Love."
"I do," I said, after some consideration. āI love you, Ellenā¦ā To be honest it wasn't all that clear cut. Love isn't a switch that's either on or off. There are all sorts of in-between spots we don't have words for. I didn't want to ask the obvious question but I was compelled to do so. Eleanor stared at me, silently. āEllen, do you love me?ā
āNo.ā She said bluntly. My insignificant, pathetic world fell apart. āAfter what happened with my ex I am not going to let myself go there. I am still in love with him and I always will be. I know what love does to you. I am young. I have goals and things I want to achieve. I am not going to get love cloud things for me. Not again. Not with you. I'm sorry.ā
āI'm sorry. I guess thatās my point. I do have feelings for you and I know these feelings canāt go⦠anywhereā¦ā I said trying to come to terms with her words.
āI know. But you appeared in my life and we have been so good together. No stupid strings attached. You're the best friend I ever had and I don't want to lose you. I don't want to lose thisā¦ā
Eleanor didn't love me. I wasn't naive enough to think I'd ever been in love with any of my previous girlfriends I supposed, but I knew I was in love with her. Could I keep this as just a friendship? āJust friends?ā I asked cautiously.
āMore than just friends,ā she replied, āand if my Dad sees you as a friend he won't see you as a threat. He wonāt be coming over here with a pair of rusty garden shears to remove your balls. We will have nothing to worry about. Friends can hang out together all the time and it's not like we are children anymore.ā
āWe have been lucky not to get caught doing what weāve been doing.ā
āThen we need to stay lucky.ā
āOkay⦠Friends then,ā I smiled, weakly.Ā
"Right," Ellen said, "It's functional. If we are in bed together then you're keeping me warm, that's all."
And so I let my blonde āfriendā triumph. I always wanted her to be happy. Besides, I was moving out of the house in a few months anyway. So even if things were progressing a bit further than they should, it wouldn't matter for too much longer. What's a bit of oral between consenting adults, after all? Friends with benefits. It might even help me, I reasoned with myself, I could get my rocks off regularly without forming any emotional ties. Iād throw myself at my studies. Iād qualify with a first class degree.
āI will always be here for you, Ellen.ā
Ellen smiled, warmly, but then she shivered. "Good. Because I need another dose of your heat before I freeze to death."
We both lay back on the bed. I pulled the covers over us. Ellen nestled in the crook of my shoulder. I tilted my head and kissed her. I assumed, if it was all transactional as Eleanor claimed, that she would start pushing me to produce my precious fluids. Instead, though, Ellen lay back and let us share in each other's closeness. She knew this was what I⦠loved. This wasnāt helping at all. I already had emotional ties.
āTell me about Jodie Cartwright.ā
āThere's not much to tell,ā I replied dreamily. I tried to think of a time when I'd felt this connected, this safe, with another human being. I had been close with Melissa, yes, but it was only a physical adjacency. My previous girlfriends had been high school trifles or after party hookups, nothing even worth considering. This was on a totally different scale from either of those experiences. āShe gave me my first blow job.ā
āI know her. She's⦠got an unconventional look⦠and a huge appetite for cock.ā
Jodie was a chubby girl, but she was cute in her own way. āI thought⦠we might become something more.ā
āAwwwww, did the fat bitch break your heart?ā
No, Eleanor. You broke my heart. But I didn't say that. Instead I started talking, like I was chatting to my best friend. I guess I was. Jodie wasn't a conventional beauty like Ellen. She had incredible breasts, but she was a big girl. Saying she was fat would have been cruel but she was definitely curvy and very promiscuous. She wasn't as stylish as the other high school girls, but she did wear low cut shirts - especially when I was around her.
Jodie was fun and easy going. We found ourselves chatting on the way home from school. We made each other laugh, and once we got to know each other our conversations turned downright flirtatious. One night I walked her back to hers. She was home alone and invited me up for a nightcap. I really wanted to... but I politely turned down the offer and went home. That night I was good. But as I stroked myself that night in bed, all I could think of was Jodie and her big tits riding me.
The next week every time I was with Jodie I was high on testosterone. As we walked home, with the two of us laughing, flirting and casually touching, I knew what I wanted. Once again I walked Jodie back to her parents home. Once again she invited me up. This time I said yes. We didn't even get halfway through a glass of wine when we started making out on the couch. For the first time my hands were feeling up a woman. Unlike then, I felt no nervousness - only excitement. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe knowing I was approaching a watershed moment in my life⦠took away my performance anxiety. After making out for a while our clothes started coming off. I pulled off her shirt, revealing two D-cup breasts held in by her black sports bra. As she pulled off her bra, my eyes locked onto the most incredibly huge pair of tits I'd ever seen. After removing the last of our clothes we moved to her bedroom. I started to go down on her, but she pulled me up.
āNo, I want to do this for youā¦ā
We started making out. Jodie then started jerking my cock to full mast before working her mouth on my hardness. She was very enthusiastic and was moving her head up and down at a good pace taking my erection right to the entrance of her throat. Jodie swirled her tongue around my cock with each up and down stroke.Ā
She just continued her slow movement of teasing me for quite a while. Then she put me farther back in her mouth, still just very slowly moving up and down. This was my first time that I thought maybe Jodie really did enjoy sucking cock. I had never had a woman who had truly worshipped my cock like this. She was in no hurry to make me cum and seemed to love having me in her mouth. The big titted girl continued this for half an hour or so before I was starting to squirm and she picked up the pace and brought me deep to the entrance of her throat a couple times.After a couple minutes I told Jodie I would cum soon if she kept going. Jodie didn't stop and started going faster and faster up and down my cock with her tongue still swirling, and soon I was cumming in her mouth. Jodie kept slowly sucking my cock until every bit of my cum was extracted and my cock was clean. I lay back and was in awe of how well my chubby lover had sucked my cock. I told her that was amazing and it was her turn. She told me that she wasn't ready to have sex and didn't really like oral sex on her but appreciated that I asked and said she just wanted to snuggle and go to sleep. I hadnāt expected that. She wasnāt the most popular of girls but she was happy just to make me feel special. Jodie became the first girl I ever actually slept with.
The next day at school, everyone knew. Jodie had shared a photo of us sleeping together. I was stupid, I thought we were in a relationship, so told Jodie I hoped we could make things official. She said no. I became the laughing stock of the whole school and the butt of so many jokes. It destroyed my confidence.Ā
āI saw the photo. I didn't know you at the time. Jodie was a fat slut. Don't feel bad,ā Ellen lovingly stroked my face.
āI got over it. Then I met Melissa.ā
āI don't know her. Does she have big tits too? Are you a tit man, Jeffrey?ā Ellen looked at me and did a little shimmy making her chest a wiggle. I sat up straight, wondering just what I should say. Was she jealous? "Sorry, thank you for sharing all that. Weāre friends. We can be honest with each other." Ellen continued without blinking. "Do you think Jodie's tits are better than mine?"
"Most definitely bigger." I replied honestly, "Mel was pretty much flat chested."
"So⦠I'm better than Mel?"
"Yes! Firmer and more shapely than Melanieās."
āYou didn't really answer my question,ā she rose up from the bed to face me, ādo you prefer big breasts?ā
āNo. I actually donāt think I do. Melās were A cups but I still had wet dreams about them. But yours⦠yours are perfection, Ellen. Not too big. Not too small.ā Again I replied honestly, my eyes on hers, trying to read her thoughts.Ā
She leaned forward into me and gave me a shy, almost tentative kiss. She lingered for a moment, savouring the feel of my mouth and hers joining. I could taste the sweetness of cherry lipstick from Ellen's lips. The softness of Ellen's kiss excited me, making her pull me in tighter. My hand stroked down her back, sending shivers through her and she moaned softly, her kiss becoming more urgent and heated. I could feel Ellen vibrating with excitement. I knew that if we kept this up neither of us would be in any state to ease back. I pulled away and broke our kiss but before she could respond I hugged her close. Trapping her arms.
As we embraced she pressed her incredible breasts against my muscular chest. We kissed again then she nuzzled her nose into my neck. I was overwhelmed by the feelings I was having for Ellen. I kissed her mouth, her hungry, hungry mouth. I kissed her nose, her cheeks, her forehead, her ears, her neck, always returning to the lips and tongue that I desired so much. I caressed her back, sliding my hand underneath her blouse to run my hand across the bare skin. I confirmed that she wasn't wearing a bra, and it added to my passion.
As we kissed, it reminded me of my first months with Mel before we made love. Passionate kissing for hour after frustrating hour. Being so turned on, so wet, so needy to fuck. But also being so resistant to that new experience. Too afraid to make that step without total commitment. Too afraid of the unknown, but wanting so badly to know what it was to join my body with a woman. Jodie really had done a number on me. Mel brought me out of my shell.
I was rubbing Ellen's back lightly as we kissed. I began moving my hand up and down her side, close to her breast, but not quite touching it. I was unsure if she would be agreeable to another touch, but she was so passionate in her kisses, so pliant in my arms that I couldn't resist just getting close. I moved my fingers slightly towards her front and slid my hand up from her waist to her under her arm. As I did he felt the swell of her breast against the heel of my hand. She gasped as I kissed her deeply, and my feelings swirled around me as our tongues swirled around each other's. Again I ran my hand down to her waist, then up again, barely rubbing against the edge of her breast not daring to go any further.
āTouch them,ā Ellen gasped. She flinched as she felt the slight shift of my hand as I rubbed gently up and down her torso but never to her chest. My hand felt so good on her bare skin. As I stroked upwards she grabbed my hand and placed it directly onto her bare tit. āAre they big enough for you?ā
Her skin was soft as I cupped her breast and stretched my hand over as much of her tit as I could. I squeezed gently and got my first feel of Eleanors tits. The feeling was amazing. It was soft and warm. A virtually indescribable feeling as I squeezed slightly harder and massaged her nipple. I reached my other hand up and forced it under her shirt and bra to squeeze the other one. Her shirt was practically off as I played with her boobs. I felt Ellen's passion rise as we kissed once more, and it gave me license to keep moving inward, until finally I felt the brief brush of a stiff nipple as my hand passed over her breast. She gave a soft moan. My strokes got shorter, although still very slow. I wanted to take my time, to take it slowly as Ellen had requested. I wanted to give her plenty of time to stop me if that's what she wanted.
But that's not what Ellen wanted. When I finally brushed against her nipple it was as if a sudden release of adrenalin went through her body. She moaned each time my hand lightly brushed over her nipple. I longed to pay attention to that nipple. I continued to stroke up and down over Ellen's breast, each time brushing the erect nipple. I felt her hand come up to take mine, and thought I had gone too far, too fast. But instead of pulling my hand away, she stopped it and placed it directly on her boob. She took her hand away, and moved her tongue into my mouth, trying to give me a signal that she wanted me to pleasure her breasts.
As I responded to the taste of Ellen's tongue, I began rubbing my thumb around her nipple in small circles. Every third or fourth revolution, I would flick my thumb across the nipple and feel the reaction in Ellen's body. It was obvious that she was enjoying each flick. I continued to rub in circles and flick as I moved my kisses to her neck and shoulder. She moaned when I lightly squeezed and pulled on her nipple. I moved my hand across and found her other breast, gently squeezing it, then flicking my thumb against its nipple as well.
āOh yes, your tits are amazing, Ellen. The best.ā
We had only known each other a few months but we already had that emotional connection. I wasn't caught up in my concerns because our relationship was already well-defined. Concurrently, that closeness should have also made the physical aspect more upsetting. But whatever unnatural, naughty feelings our make out session brought out in me, they only amplified the experience. Heightened it. Like the difference between acoustic and electric. Everything was just more. My blonde lover slid her hand down my bare chest and straight down the front of my bottoms. She grabbed my straining erection and hummed into my mouth as we kissed.
"There's my new best buddy," she said, smiling at me. "And he seems like he's more than ready to come out and play. You want to do that, big guy? Give me your special gift?"
Without waiting for a response, Ellen pushed my pajamas down. I kicked them the rest of the way off. Now I was completely naked in bed with my dream lover, my dick sticking up hard as ever. I reached for Ellen's top, but she slipped past me, grabbed my manhood, and steered it straight into her mouth. At that point, I couldn't complain about our outfit imbalance. She could have kicked me in the shins and I wouldn't have said a word.
Eleanor didn't just suck my cock, she worked at it. Put the job in blowjob I suppose. She wasn't satisfied to repeat the same actions from before, either. She added all new possibilities and permutations -- kissing, licking, nibbling -- like trying to figure out every potential trigger. All the while smiling, happy and hungry. Like I'd introduced her to the best thing in the world. As if she was the one getting pleasure rather than giving it. Finally, though, I felt my balls begin to rise.
"Ellen, I'm almost..."
"MmmHm," Ellen said, as if my words were obvious and inevitable. I guess because they were.
She brought up her hands. The left one wrapped around the base of my dick, and the right one around the shaft. She squeezed firmly at first and then a little more tightly. She got it just right. Her lips closed like a noose around the head as she took me deep into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around as she began to bob, lips moving from head to shaft as she stroked with her hands. And then she began to suck, and squeeze. She sucked insistently, as she bobbed and stroked. It was like she was milking me. She was latched on and sucking eagerly to get what she craved, what she needed.
I leaned back to try to take it all in. There was enough light that I could barely see her. I watched her full lips as she took me in and out. I could feel her tongue swirling. I could hear her making soft "mmmm" noises as if it was the best thing she'd ever tasted. And then a glint of light caught her blue eyes as she looked up at me and I lost it. She held my twitching penis tightly enough I'm sure she could feel the surge as it traveled from my balls, to the base of my cock, up the shaft and into her.
Powerful jets of my cum gushed out from me into her mouth. The first couple went straight down her throat. She didn't even have to swallow, but as I continued to spasm she continued to suck and swallow hungrily, greedily. Her tongue tried to coax more out of me, and more kept coming. I had never cum so hard in all my life. This was more than just a great orgasm. It felt like I was giving her absolutely everything I had to give, like my very essence was coming from inside the deepest part of me, and pouring out of my cock, and into her. And I wanted her to have it. I wanted her to have all of it. I wanted her to have everything I could give her.
As my orgasm subsided, Ellen kept swirling and sucking, making sure to drain me of absolutely every drop. When she finally released me she gave the head of my cock a little kiss as she looked up, found my eyes, and smiled the sweetest smile I had ever seen. I felt overcome by a feeling I can only describe as pure joy. Satisfied?...totally. Completely relaxed. I'm not sure where it came from except to say that I was just indescribably happy. I let out a little laugh. Ellen must have been feeling it too somehow. She laughed with me and we shared the moment. It might have been the most perfect moment I've ever shared with another person, like total communion with each other. The ecstasy was wonderfully familiar, yet freshly intense. Ellen sat back on her haunches and wiped her chin. Then she wrapped her arms around herself, hugging tight.
"So good," I gasped out, still coming down from that incredible precipice.
"So warm," Ellen said, almost a moan as she rocked herself back and forth. "I swear I can feel it like a fireball in my belly."
I bent down to kiss her. She'd swallowed all my cum but I could still taste myself on her lips. Our tongues met and I felt so connected. I lost track of where I ended and she began, I was only aware of the us that met there in the middle. I'd never had a kiss like that before either. Three now ex-girlfriends and I never had a kiss like that. When we broke the kiss I still felt the hunger, the need to touch again. As we kissed I sank down onto the bed beside her. And then she turned and folded into my arms. "Hold me," she said, "just hold me." I held her like that for a while, just feeling her breathing, feeling her body close against mine, and together, totally spent, we drifted off into sleepā¦
ā¦I awoke after a short while to find I was spooned into Eleanor. I was in bliss as I held her sleeping body. Right then I didn't care if her father rushed in with those blunt garden shears to cut off my balls. I felt her stir and she turned to face me, a broad smile on her face and a sparkle in her beautiful blue eyes. I felt so many emotions, staring at Eleanor, it was almost as overwhelming as my orgasm. I knew I wanted to show her how good she had made me feel. How amazing it was to be the object of her efforts. I could only settle on a single thing.
Before Ellen could react, I leapt up and tackled her to the bed. She shrieked (hopefully not too loudly) in surprise as both of us bounced on the mattress. I held her body tight in my arms and began lightly kissing her lips. Her face, her neck. Ellen was so overwhelmed, she seemed unable to select a reaction -- so she had them all. Eleanor laughed, ticklish. Screeched, uncomfortable. Groaned, aroused. Words barely able to surface as I worshiped whatever exposed skin I could find. There wasn't much.
"Hey, what are you...?"
I didn't give her a chance to finish her thought and reached down to the waistband of her sweatpants. I grabbed whatever cloth I could get hold of and ripped it down her legs. Just like that, Ellen was bare from her waist down to her knees. I was staring at my dream lover's naked sex. Ellen gasped. She tried to close her legs, but I wouldn't let her. That little glimpse -- her thighs and a bit of her calves -- felt like a forbidden sight. They were thin but not skinny, well-muscled from running yet quite feminine. Her skin so soft and almost creamy. But what was between her thighs was what held my focus. My blonde lover's pussy was divine. Fat, outer lips practically ruddy with arousal. Precious pink folds barely hidden behind that, fighting to flower out. A triangle of short ginger hair was now surprisingly visible at the top.
"Jeffrey?" Ellen asked. Her voice thrummed with excitement and nervousness.
"I want to return the favour," I said.
"But now we're even," Ellen said.
"Don't care," I replied and in one violent motion, I shoved my head between Eleanor's legs. Nose, mouth, tongue all pressed into her pussy. Ellen was dripping wet. Her scent heady. Her flesh soft and pliant. It didn't seem fair to compare Eleanor's vagina to another girl's. It's not like she could control it; this wasn't something that she'd achieved. And yet her sex was so amazing next to any I'd ever experienced, I almost felt bad for everyone else.
I matched Eleanor's earlier enthusiasm with my own actions. I licked at her with abandon, hoping that if I moved fast enough, she would forget about her misgivings. Sure enough, I felt Ellen's legs go from stiff with stress to tight with desire, wrapping like a python around my head. Heard the low groans she let out as she felt someone lick her most intimate place for the first time. I didn't care. I worked Ellen to her peak like I would die if I didn't. Ellen's legs snapped so tight I saw stars. She arched her back, letting out a high-pitched squeal. The kind of sound that would set the neighborhood dogs on high alert. It sounded almost pained, like the pleasure was being wrung out of her. Squeezed out of every cell. Finally, Eleanor fell back into the bed. Gasping.
I managed to extricate myself from her legs, untangling them like picking myself out of the wreckage. Ellen lay back on the bed. Her face was cherry red. Her eyes unfocused. She looked at me and started to laugh.
"You're dripping," she said.
I felt around my face. It was sticky, like I'd buried my whole head in a pot of honey, Winnie-the-Pooh-style.
"I liked it," I said.
"Me too," Ellen said, oddly wistful.
She sat up, looking at some spot behind me. Finally, her blue eyes seemed to center. She sat up and pulled her pants back on. Wrapped her arms around me tight.
"Thanks, Jeff," she said, "You didn't have to do that for me."
"I wanted you to know how much I enjoyed what you're doing for me," I said, "How wonderful you make me feel. Not just the orgasms. It's what people do⦠who care about each other. Isn't that how⦠a friendship⦠is supposed to be?"
"Well now I know for sure," Ellen said, "That was incredible. Like nothing I've ever experienced. I don't exactly feel warmer than before, but I'm less cold. If that makes sense."
I nodded. I held Eleanor as close as I could. She kissed me, her mouth smelling of my cum. My own still dripping with hers.
"I should probably go," she said as she slipped out of my arms. "While I can."
I nodded. Feeling Eleanor cum around me had been almost as intense as my own peak. Sleep overtook me so fast, I don't even remember Ellen closing the door behind her.
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I assumed that we'd reached equilibrium. That this was as far as we would go. There was no place left to escalate, so I figured we'd stay there at the top till it was time for me to move out and for us to move on. As if to reinforce all that, the next few days passed and little changed. Our new routine slowly solidified. Ellen would sneak into my bed after hours and suck me off. I would lick her to completion. We'd kiss, snuggle, and call it a night. Ellen continued to prove that she was queen of the cocksuckers. And as I learned Eleanor's body, I showed that own my cunnilingual skills could conquer her just as easily.
Eleanor had finally found a way to warm herself up and she seemed more than willing to allow me to return the favour afterwards. But what I'd thought of as hard, craggy stone was actually made of gelatin. And the supposedly solid structure of our relationship was for more pliant than I had pictured. The football was on one night, and we settled down to watch. My Mom made a bowl of popcorn and Ellen snuggled in by my side. To everyone we seemed to be just good friends⦠because we were. But I knew⦠I wanted more⦠and would gladly be everything to this beautiful, blue eyed blonde girl. If only she would let me.Ā
"Are you sure you don't want to go upstairs?" I asked when my parents left the room.
"No, that can wait till later," Ellen said, "I just want to sit here with you."
I honestly didn't care who won, I was mostly watching because I liked the game, not any specific team. But since Ellen had adopted 'the oranges' I guessed that meant I had to root for the 'the greens' since that's how human nature works. If you choose "A" I must take "B." And we wonder why we all can't get along.
The game was close. At half time, my verdant fellows were leading by a goal over Ellen's mandarin men. I got up to use the bathroom and got us a couple sodas. My parents, who'd barely been speaking since the so-called 'cookie-gate' both waved goodnight and went upstairs. I flicked off the light before sitting back down for the second half.
"This is nice," Ellen said, and I agreed with her. With other girlfriends, I'd be thinking about how to get in their pants right now. Or so worried about what they were thinking in the moment that I couldn't focus. I'd be in my own head, in other words. With Ellen, this felt easy. Natural. I didn't worry about what was to come, I just enjoyed what we had together.
All this time, I had been thinking that I wanted a relationship that was about more than sex. I hadn't realised that my own attitudes and assumptions were part of the problem. Now that I felt what it was like, to have a closeness that went beyond the carnal, I realised it was even better than I had imagined. Then Eleanor took off her shirt.
Well, that's not exactly what happened. As my green guys (Eleanor had me thinking that way and now I couldn't stop) scored another goal Ellen watched it happen and made a little 'hmph' noise. She reached for the bottom of her hoodie and pulled it off. She shook her long, plaited braid back and forth as she tossed her grey top to the side. It wasn't that revealing. My blonde neighbour had on a long sleeve shirt under that, and she pulled the blanket up to her shoulders. I assumed she was getting more comfortable.
Her oranges replied quickly with a goal of their own. Ellen looked at me and gestured with her hands. What she wanted was abundantly clear. I paused for a moment, then shrugged. Was I really going to argue about this? I reached for my own top and took it off. Unlike Eleanor, I wasn't layered at all, so it left me bare-chested. Ellen gave me a satisfied-looking smile.
Again, the greens went down the pitch and scored. This time, Ellen reached under the blanket and shimmied her butt. I couldn't see anything, but a moment later, her grey sweatpants fell in a limp pile on the tile floor of the TV room.
Stupidly, I turned to Eleanor. "If we keep going like this, we're going to be naked pretty quick," I said.
"And that's a problem because why?" She had a point there.
The oranges tried to answer once again, but the greens stole the ball and scored a screamer into the net. I stared at Eleanor expectantly and she didn't disappoint. She took off her long sleeve shirt, revealing the bright, scarlet straps of what I assumed was another conservatively cut bra.
I couldn't see for sure because the blanket was there, but there was a very good chance that Eleanor was wearing nothing but underwear now. Amazing to think after everything we'd done, but if I moved the covers, it would be the closest to fully naked that I'd ever seen her since the time I spied on her screwing with her boyfriend.
It wasn't just hormones (although yeah, lots of that too). I had this intense curiosity about Ellen's body, all only amplified by the partial reveals I'd seen so far. I knew she was in good shape because of all the running she'd done in high school. I had a sense of her sexiness because of the glimpses I'd gotten to that point. I had seen pieces of her, small parts of the big picture, and my imagination had filled in the rest. But the full reveal, the total package, had yet to be uncovered and now I wanted it so badly it hurt.
But Ellen's team broke and counter attacked, in short order the imbalance tipped the other way. I went from mostly clothed to completely naked, while Eleanor was still quite covered. She didn't even move the blanket -- she could have been wearing a full snowsuit under there. It wasn't fair. Ellen had already seen me completely naked, and far more exposed than this. Although, I have to admit there was something quite exciting about being bare on the couch. The leather cushions were sticky, and the room felt oddly cool, but the thought of being caught made me nervous in a way that also turned me on.
The game went to extra time. I didn't know what would happen in the dying minutes. I had to hope, desperately, that my team would score, and I'd at least earn the hint that Eleanor was stripping down. Would she take away the blanket? Or would she tease me even more? And what would happen if Ellen's team kept going? I had nothing left to take off. What would she demand next? I don't know why I assumed Eleanor had a plan for all this. That she wasn't winging it the same way I was. Somehow, I was convinced Ellen had the path cleared, and all I had to do was follow the way. Although, based on what happened next, maybe she did.
Before the game finished, Ellen tossed the blanket off both of us. She rose to her feet. As I had suspected, my neighbour was down to a cherry red bra and matching panties. Both of them were so conservative, covered so much, that it didn't make for much of a reveal. I saw Ellen's taut tummy, the little divot of her bellybutton. Her shoulders and hips. Nothing all that untoward. Less than you'd see in a bathing suit; only made enticing by the fact that I knew it was her underwear. Yet the act of it felt so brazen I could barely breathe. I didn't notice my own nakedness, my penis standing so straight it could warn ships from the shore. I was so entranced by what Eleanor was offering. I grabbed the remote and switched off the TV. Ellen grinned at me. A giddy, goofy kind of happy that was right on the edge of wild.
"Aren't you cold?" I asked, continuing my tradition of saying dumb things at the oddest moments.
"I'm sure I'll be warm soon enough," Ellen said.
Suddenly, the thought occurred to me. My prize, my naked girlfriend - no, best friend, was very much within reach. All I had to do was catch her. I leapt off the couch like a predator. Ellen's lizard brain reacted. She shrieked and jumped back.
"Quiet!" I hissed. But I didn't stop chasing.
Ellen scampered up the stairs and I scrambled after her. When we got to the top, I lunged and got told of her ankle. Eleanor tumbled to the ground, and I fell with her, my elbows and knees scraping on the carpet like it was made of little knives. Both of us paused mid-chase. We looked back at my parents' bedroom, our eyes wide with worry. The light under the door stayed dark. The hallway remained quiet. Ellen lay on the ground, snickering and gasping at the same time. I used my grip on her ankle as purchase and pulled myself up closer to her.
"Jeffrey," she said my name like a prayer, "Jeff. Please."
I couldn't tell if she was pleading with me to stop or begging me to keep going. I interpreted it the way I wanted. I felt the muscles of Eleanor's legs under my fingertips. The wondrous curves of her calves and thighs. Smooth, soft, yet also strong. Responsive. Again, almost hot to the touch. Where did the heat go that she never felt it herself?
My hands reached the gusset of her underwear. I had been here before, quite a few times now. Yet something about it still felt forbidden. I hooked my fingers into the material and slowly pulled it down. Practically daring Eleanor to stop me. She didn't. She just watched, panting. Sparkling blue eyes wide with something like shock. Yet also an unmistakable hint of hunger. I had Ellen's panties down to her knees before she could say anything. But it wasn't the word I was expecting.
"Bedroom," Ellen said. I nodded.
We stayed on the ground, crawling to my room, and dragged ourselves inside. I closed the door behind me with my foot. Ellen stayed on the floor, lying back on the beige carpet. She slipped her bottoms all the way off.
I made my way over to her. I kissed Eleanor's ankle and made my way up her legs. Like following a twisting road to the top of a mountain. Ellen spread her legs and bent her knees. Open and welcoming. Readily anticipating what I'd already done with her. But I didn't stop at her waist. Didn't even pause at her pussy. In fact, I skipped it entirely. You'd never think a kiss on a stomach could mean so much, but Eleanor gasped as my mouth climbed ever higher. Distantly, I felt my hard cock drag past Ellen's knee. I barely even noticed it.
Instead, I made my way determinedly to my prize. Ellen's bright red bra dazzled in the little bit of light sneaking through my window. There was a little bow in the center between the cups. I reached around to her back. Tucked my fingers in the hooks. One, two, three, four -- I popped them till the bra snapped away in my fingers. Ellen stared at me, bouncing between confused and bemused. I pulled the bra away with my teeth and dropped it to the side. There she was. Eleanor. Finally, fully naked before me.
"Stand," I commanded. Maybe it was the tone of my voice or perhaps Eleanor understood the magic of the moment, what she was sharing with me. She did exactly as I asked. The teenage sex bomb stood up straight before me. I could not control my gasp as I spied her, truly, for the first time.
I knew Eleanor was incredibly attractive. I had the sense that she was sexy. But this was beyond my comprehension. Ellen was perfect. Flawless. Something that should not exist in reality; should only be in sculptures or sketched in books. The breadth of her shoulders and the flare of her hips. The ratio of bicep to forearm to fingers. Hip to knee to ankle. The way her blonde hair -- twisted in that long, cute braid -- hung down over her shoulder and kissed the tops of her breasts. That cute, shy smile that spread across her face and filled her blue, lustrous eyes.
Even Ellen's imperfections only enhanced what she had. Her stomach wasn't completely flat, but cutely rounded. Her arms were a bit too skinny, her shoulders slightly too wide. Her breasts -- magnificent, pointed orbs capped with light pink nipples -- were a little oversized for the rest of her body but full and supple; nipples like sharp, strawberry nubs.
And her pussy. I'd seen it before, far closer than this. But framed by her totality, it seemed ever more incredible. Full, pouting lips. Now with a tuft of short, tidy, ginger pubes. Warm, wanting, welcoming. I could have stared at her for hours like that. It may have been hours for all the time that I spent sitting there, agape. Millions of thoughts blasted through my mind: Shy obviously dyed her hair. Was she really a redhead? Were her sisters? Was her Mom? I wanted to say something, but the words wouldn't come. I had to hope that the look on my face, the clear appearance of supplicant worship, would be enough for Eleanor to understand. Something must have been communicated, because Ellen reached her hand down to me -- like God reaching to Adam in the Sistine Chapel.
"Come to bed," she said, and pulled me up to the bed. I lay back on the duvet, the softness of the mattress feeling like a cloud after the hard, scratchy floor. Ellen climbed over me. Her pert breasts hung over my chest. Her body loomed.
"Ellen, you're so..." Again I tried to say something, to describe my utter awe at her. There wasn't a word for it, and I stumbled.
Eleanor touched her finger to my nose. Kissed me lightly on the lips. Her warmth settled into me. Her strength surrounded me. Her soft body drew me in. "Cold," she said. Just one word.
I held Eleanor tight to me. Rubbed my hands up her bare back, her bottom. We rolled to the side, like a single being, and pulled the covers over us. I swear Eleanor's eyes were so bright, they lit the darkness. Eleanor kissed me, hard. Wrapped her arms around my back. I felt something warm and wet on the base of my cock. Kind of scratchy. I realised that Ellen's hot pussy was now right on top of my hardness. Rubbing slightly. I reached between us and gripped her breasts. They overflowed my palms. Her nipples pressing into my skin. I held them aloft in wonder, slowly manipulating my fingers on her flesh. I doubt it felt very good for her, but I didn't care. The feel of her tits in my hand was too much for me to let go of.
Ellen continued moving her body against mine. She wriggled her butt back and forth, slotting my cock in her folds. There was no pretending here. No acting like it was an accident. Ellen was going to get off on my dick and any other pretense was passed right by. But it was my own greediness that got us further. Holding Ellen's boobs wasn't enough, you see. When you have glorious tits like those within reach, you have to try for more than just touch. I lifted Eleanor by the shoulders and slid her up. Moved my own body slightly down. Got her magnificent mounds right at mouth level and I tongued her tits, then suckled. Ellen groaned in appreciation. Maybe I wasn't the master of her body in that moment, but I'd finally found something she liked. I licked at her nipples while she writhed.
That isn't what did it. My cock was safely down between Ellen's thighs while I sucked on her breasts. But when she slid back. That's when we did ourselves in. Ellen moved down, her hungry nether mouth searching for that spot again, the hardness she'd been rubbing on. Only this time, my throbbing penis had flopped into a different position. So, when my dream woman slid down, my cock wasn't under her at all. I was so hard I could have hammered nails and constantly leaking lubricating fluid. Eleanor's pussy was hot, slippery, and dripping wet. Already open and primed. My cockhead dipped into her wanting sex. Breached her opening as easy as sliding a greased-up grape into a rain-slicked tube. Almost too effortless. I felt the heat of Ellen's vagina slowly start to engulf my overjoyed penis.
"Ellen," I gasped. "It's going in."
"Yeah," Eleanor whispered, āit isā¦ā. She lowered herself further. The head all but swallowed. Shaft halfway down. Ellen breathing like she was on the last mile of the marathon. Like every gulp of oxygen burned her throat. As if her lungs were about to burst.
Ellen stopped and for a moment I thought the madness had cleared. She lifted up slightly and I felt myself overwhelmed by the deluge of relief and disappointment. Eleanor caught my eye. Fuck she was gorgeous. I realised I had rested my hands on her hips and, damn me, I squeezed to keep her in place. My cock having found this wonderful place, and now unwilling to let it simply slip away. Ellen held herself up on her hands. Her tits hung down over my chest, sheened with sweat. Her neck muscles ropy tight. Inexorably, she let me lower her back down on my dick until I was buried completely in Eleanor's divine pussy. As soon as we made contact, as we hilted to the farthest point, my beautiful Ellen began to shiver.
"Am I hurting you?" I asked. The smooth slide into her pussy made me wonder if she'd opened that box before, but everything I knew told me I hadn't taken Eleanor's virginity despite her tightness. Ellen shook her head vigorously. Of course she wasn't a virgin. She was feeling no pain. Quite the opposite, in fact. "Cold?" I asked. She nodded through the tremors.
I couldn't imagine how. Ellen was wrapped around my body, under heavy covers in a warm house in the middle of the summer. But still Eleanor shook something awful. Lips purpling and skin pricking up. I squeezed Ellen tight, pressing her against me like I was trying to truly merge us into one. She rested her head in the crook of my neck. For a moment, I remembered back to how we would be in a similar spot every time we cuddled. As if this was our position. The way we fit together as one. But as I held her close, Eleanor shook me off. She sat up, abruptly. Body trembling. Shiny with sweat and amber from the windowlight. Breasts so perfectly voluptuous. The lips of her vagina spread lewdly over my staff. Ellen reached back and undid her braid. Platinum blonde hair spilled forth. Longer than I'd realised, the ends now practically covering her breasts. She drew the locks back behind her, almost apologetic for obscuring what she had to realise was my favourite sight in the entire universe.
Eleanor leaned forward, resting her palms on either side of me. She gave me a cocky grin, and I immediately recognized that look. It was the face she made right before the start of a race. The expression she flashed as she passed yet another competitor by. Ellen raised her curvy butt, luxuriating in the feel of my cock in her pussy, then lowered herself back down. Feeling every ridge and bump in exquisite detail. She stared into my eyes, searching. The confidence was overwhelming, only marred by the occasional quirk as she trained her body to tame this new, incomparable invader.
She shook. Shivered. The little hairs on her arms stood up straight. Gritted teeth and her sapphire blue eyes were wild with desire. Then Ellen began moving faster. She knew what she was doing. No longer sliding but bouncing. Pumping up and down on my member. Hands on my shoulders. Nails digging in. I didn't feel them until the morning when I noticed the little cuts burning. I did what I could; grabbed Eleanor's hips and held on. Thrusted upwards in time to her own movements. Both of us lost in each other. Connected physically, yes. But emotionally even more.
We weren't playing around anymore. We weren't helping each other out or doing ourselves a favour or however we had rationalised it. I was fucking Eleanor. Ellen was screwing me. Both of us lost in a lusty, illicit swamp from which we would never climb out.
Explaining what sex with Eleanor was like seems futile. It was a unique experience, unlike anything else. Yes, it has all the appeal and wonder of intercourse. But then added into the mix was all this other emotional stuff, a biological connection, thatās supposed to blunt the experience. But instead it only twisted those things and intensified them more: We were just friends. She had a boyfriend. We weren't lovers. But the wrongness didn't go away, it made things even better. The crawling nature of knowing I was fucking the woman I loved even though she had stupidly promised herself to another, didn't dissipate, it only increased every other sensation. I will never forget the first time I had sex with Eleanor. It changed my life.
Like I said, I wasn't supposed to know what Eleanor's pussy smelled like. Felt like. Wasn't allowed to know what she looked like when she came. But I saw it. I watched it. Memorised every detail. Ellen hung halfway down on my cock. Her mouth slowly gaping wider and wider. Her eyes, her hips, her pussy all yawning open in the exact same way. The slow build unending until I thought she would never stop. She was perfection. I was meant to be here, engaged in a forbidden act of procreation, with the blonde girl from next door.Ā
I watched her descend, my tool disappearing into past her pretty labia. Smiling wickedly, Ellen slowly pushed herself back up, her eyes never leaving mine until she sat up and pushed her hair back from her face and shoulders. Sitting straight, her large, heavy tits displayed proudly, she once again began to move her hips, picking up her pace until she was soon bouncing up and down on my nine-inch pole, her tits bouncing up and down lightly.
I stared up in awe at the goddess riding up and down my ragingly hard pole, fucking herself and looking oh so fucking hot while doing it. Running my hands up her smooth thighs, I reached her slim waist and settled my hands there, helping lift her up and down my tingling manhood. Fuck, her pussy was so fucking tight, he felt like he was going to cum any second!
"Fuck!" I breathed heatedly as I leaned my head back, relishing in the feel of Eleanor sliding herself up and down my dick faster and faster.
Opening her eyes she saw me staring hornily into hers. I could see her pupils dilate and her plump lips opened as she suddenly tensed. All at once. Lightning quick. Ellen's legs cinched. Her body quivered. Her eyes rolled back. Her pussy tightened so much, I swear she was trying to rip my cock off.Ā Then a creaking, aching groan flooded out of Eleanor. Again, I thought of a towel being wrung out. The last juices of pulp forced from an orange. Ellen's whole body clamped down and eked every drop of ecstasy out of her. It didn't look like pleasure, but I knew that it was.
"AAAHHhhhhuuuhhhhnnnHHHaaa," the sound so low and quiet, yet so inescapable Eleanor might as well have screamed it.
Her face shifted as she bore down. Lips turned to a half frown. Eyes big and wet. Almost supplicant, like she was scared and confused by her need for me. Begging for something more. Then Ellen fell forward, gasping. Her arms went limp. Her whole body felt like a wet rag. She gasped for air, ragged and pained. Finally, she looked at me and smiled. Kissed me so hard we nearly knocked heads.
"Yeah?" I asked her.
"Oh yeah," Ellen replied.
Again, I worried we might be done. That the cold reality of Eleanor's orgasm would wash over her and she would realise what we were doing, and she would stop. Because that made sense, right? That's how a rational person would choose to react. We were doing something truly, epically wrong. Like gulping poison, knowingly, because we were both so desperately thirsty. And yet, once that flood of need was staunched in Eleanor, it should have led her to call an end to all this. A good man might have let her. Instead, I grabbed Eleanor around the waist and violently filled her onto her back. My erection slipped out with the movement, but I grabbed my cock and probed at her pouting vagina. With a gentle push I slid my cock right back in. I was having sex with Ellen. My dream girl groaned as I came to rest, balls deep inside her.
"Fuck you feel so good," I said. Like that made a lick of sense. Seeing Eleanor's body had broken my brain, so you can only imagine what feeling it did to me. Not that Ellen was any more coherent. I started thrusting, gently.
"Oh fuck yes," she mewed, "I like missionary..."
As much as I liked Eleanor humping me, I have to say it was even better now that I was able to plow her. The snap of my hips against her backside. Running my hands all over her bare skin. Seeing her writhe beneath me. Knowing that I was doing this to her. Taking her there. It brought me to another level. Unfortunately, it also brought me to another level. I would have fucked Ellen like that forever if my body had let me. But there was an endpoint to my endurance and, as I told Eleanor, it was encroaching fast.
"Getting... close..." I warned her.
"Ohhh, uhhn. Me too."
"Okay," I gasped. Again, I know, the rhetoric was riveting. To this point, I had moved in ways that seemed to make Ellen respond. Now though, I abandoned myself to my own pleasure. Did what my body and millions of years of biology told me was right. The tingle started at the base of my cock and spilled forward.
"Getting thicker," Ellen said, "Feel it. Is he going to shoot for me?"
"Uh huh."
"Good," Ellen said, "I like it when it shoots."
"Oh Ellen," I said. Practically a sob. "Oh God."
"Yes! Fill me with your liquid heat," Ellen said, stroking my back. "Ohhh, Jeff, harderrrrr, harder!"
I started slamming into her faster and harder, enjoying her moans and squeals as I hammered into her. She was fucking her pussy back onto my prick, giving little jerks with her hips and squeezing with the muscles in her pussy. A sharp slapping sound came every time that my abdomen made contact with hers. It didn't take long before I felt her pussy grab my cock with a very soft but firm grip so that I couldn't pull out. I had never felt a pussy grasp me so tight that I couldn't move.
"Ohhhhhh, Iāmmmmmmm cuuummmmminnngggg!" She whined, even though it was obvious to anyone still awake in the house. I felt ripples as her vaginal muscles flexed and contracted in her orgasm. Without even considering birth control I instead rammed my dick even farther up her, almost lifting her off her feet. I felt the head of my cock hit resistance as it kissed her cervix. Until now, she had been relatively quiet, but now the squeal became a shriek. Instead of her vaginal muscles flexing, they tightened around the head of my manhood and I could feel her cervix as it fluttered against my cock-head. Although I wanted to cum, I managed to stop myself by sheer will power but my male biology was demanding that I commit this act of procreation. The woman I had chosen was my perfect mate. I was destined to find her. Between her legs was where I was supposed to be. The pleasure was so intense, I thought I would pass out and my balls churned and tingled, preparing to gift her my DNA.
I watched as her teenaged body jerked and vibrated under me, fighting my need to cum the whole time. As her climax slowed, the contractions in her pussy weakened but continued. I sat myself up, kneeling between her thighs, her legs spread wide. I pulled out until I could see the head of my cock being kissed by her pussy lips, and then drove into her again. Amazingly, she started cumming again. I continued to drive into her, relishing the unintelligible sounds she made as once again she started driving her ass back onto my rampaging dick. She may have been approaching twenty, but she was the hottest piece of ass as I had ever fucked. She was the best! As I plunged forward, I did my best to hold back. To ready myself to release from Ellen's body before I let go. I had made my mind up, I was going to pull out and blast my cum all over Ellen's ginger pubes, up her flat tummy and onto those jolting breasts.Ā
Eleanor sensed my hesitation and snapped her legs around my waist, "Oh no you donāt," she gasped. "Inside."
I stared into her dilated blue eyes and knew I was hooked. My male physiology celebrated. I was going to send the contents of my testicals into this perfect woman. I wanted to make her mine forever. I took several deep, steady strokes as she looked into my eyes with determination.Ā
"Ellen! I'm going to cum⦠birth control�" I warned her for the last time, ready to pull out at the last moment if necessary.
"Mom put me on the pill years ago. Your cum isn't going anywhere but in me,ā She demanded, "cum inside me, Jeff!"
My biological need to procreate took over and Ellen's words sent me over the edge. My face knotted up and my balls tightened as I reached the pinnacle of ejaculation. I slammed my cock all the way into the depths of her love nest and held the head of my penis firmly up against her cervix. My cock swelled up huge as the muscles in my groin fully retracted, momentarily suspended like a roller coaster does as it stalls at the top of a steep climb just before it plunges in a free-fall; With permission granted I was going to fire everything I had into Ellen's teenage womb.
For a second, everything held on the precipice. Then the spark raced across my body. The pleasure exploded out of me. And a river of my sperm raced out of my cock and burst deep into Eleanor's pussy. Ellen's eyes became huge. Her mouth opened wide and her chin dropped to her chest, but she couldn't utter a word. I felt a thick stream of warm liquid shoot up from deep within my balls, travel through my long stiff shaft, and spurt violently onto her twitching cervix. My first blast of cum caused her hips to visibly buck-up in a double motion as if her body was accepting my seed. As if this act of procreation was destined to be. Her body shuddered and convulsed with a massive orgasm of her own. She let out a faint squeal as millions of my rejoicing sperm overwhelmed her cervix and bathed her teenage womb. Encouraged by Eleaonr's rippling vagina wave after wave of pure carnal pleasure engulfed us both as I felt another spurting volley leave my twitching penis. I never imagined I could cum so hard and with so much force. It was so powerful that I felt it from my head through my toes. My balls recoiled, preparing to fire again as my cock swelled up even larger, fully stretching Ellen's contracting walls. She rolled her head from side to side in delirium and fully arched her back, her body begging for more.
"Jeff!" she screamed, "It feels so warm!"
I was just getting started. I plunged back into her impatient pussy and pulled the trigger again. My cock jerked violently back and forth as I fired another hot burst of pent-up semen into her young female depths. Ellen's convulsive orgasms kept coming as her eyes rolled back into her head. Jet after jet of hot cream filled my best friend, so much that a river of cum began to gush out of her tight, tiny hole.
"Oh fuck!" Ellen cried out. She gripped my arms tighter, and I realised that Eleanorās orgasm continued; Her body's pleasure responding to my own, like each feeding the other. A counterpointing crescendo of ecstasy in our taboo-induced symphony.
āEllennnnnnnnā¦ā I roared as my balls emptied. The bliss I was experiencing came in long, sharp bursts that matched my ejaculations, each slightly lesser than the last until my body went limp and my arms could no longer hold me above the beautiful vision pinned beneath me. I collapsed onto her, my hard chest squashing her breasts, forcing her hot, hard nipples into me. My cock remained buried deep inside of her pussy, throbbing and pulsating, not wanting to pull out. My cock continued to pulse in her pussy long after she had drained me of my seed. I didn't withdraw. We just held each other tight, both gasping for air.Ā
After catching our breath, we made out passionately. My cock remained in the tight grips of her young womanhood. Hot semen coated her uterus as my virile seed invaded her ovaries. We both lay there basking in the afterglow of what we had just shared. I don't remember the rest of it. We separated ourselves, I'm certain. I have a vague recollection of a kiss. A tight squeeze. I had poured my essence into Eleanor. It wasn't just the energy of the sex, the buildup of the evening. It was days of anticipation. Weeks. A lifetime of waiting for this moment. Ellen was my soul mate. The stars had aligned and somehow, despite everything, we had realised we were meant to be together. This was what we were born to do. It felt like we had mated for life. When the endorphins hit, I could barely do anything except let sleep overtake me.
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I woke up still in a daze. Feeling freezing cold. I was naked in bed, covered in the comforter. No different than my usual morning. Yet I was shivering. Shaking. The forbidden act of sexual Intercourse still echoing through my being, the fuzzy euphoria finding focus. That wasn't just intercourse. That was a desperate but futile attempt at sexual reproduction! I knew, deep in my soul, that Ellen and I were destined to find each other. I didn't feel the elation that comes with getting laid, I felt like something profound had just occurred. She was mine. I had claimed her⦠or did I now belong to her. Had Eleanor claimed me?Ā Ā
I got up and got dressed as quickly as I could, digging through my drawers and finding a pair of jeans and a long sleeve sweater from a long-forgotten high school trip. With my fingers still trembling I wrapped my arms around myself. Processing. Eleanor was missing from my bed. She wasn't here. And she needed to be. I was suffering⦠love sick? For a moment, I thought I might have a fever, but I checked my temperature, and it was fine. I went downstairs, the thermostat was the same 68 degrees, as always. No⦠this was something different⦠A sense of panic that I had gained and lost something. Terror at what these feelings meant. Fear that I was destined to lose her to her powerful black boyfriend. But above all I knew that I needed her. I wanted her. But none of that explained why I was so cold?
I heard splashing outside and headed into the office overlooking the garden next door. That's when I saw her out the window. I couldn't believe my eyes. I raced to the backyard. It was a sunny Saturday morning. While I didn't feel it, I could tell that it was warm. There, lying back in the blue waters of her swimming pool, wearing a bright green bikini, was Eleanor, lying back on an inflatable pool chair. Her head lolled back. Skin glistening with sweat. She looked amazing, of course. But that wasn't what had me frazzled. When Ellen saw me, she gave me a broad grin. She tipped herself out of the floater and swam up to the side of the pool. Her perfect body sluicing through the water like a mermaid.
"Come join me!" she said, folding her arms on the edge, "The water's amazing!"
She had only lived next door for a few months but I think I had only seen Eleanor in a bathing suit maybe three times, and always a one piece that covered as much skin as possible. And she'd never gone even near the pool since the first time I saw her. Yet there she was, kicking her shapely legs through the water like it was nothing.
"Aren't you cold?" I asked, shivering for emphasis.
Ellen giggled. "Are you kidding? This is the warmest I've felt in years!"
I was shocked. It was as if we had swapped; she had my heat, I had her cold. Eleanor spent the whole morning enjoying the pool -- swimming and lounging in the water like it was her natural environment. I sat by the side near a little glass coffee table and stared at her. Was Ellen possessed? Replaced by an alien doppelganger? Had she somehow stolen my heat and left me feeling this cold? I couldn't explain it, so I watched, waiting for the first sign of danger. Apparently, our parents had woken up early and gone off to do parent things. Though I didn't remember it, at some point Ellen must have slipped out of my bedroom during the night because we hadn't gotten caught. It was just the two of us on a Saturday morning. Me and the strange, summery being who had replaced Eleanor.
Finally, around lunch time, I was able to coax Ellen out of the water with an offer of food. She ate ravenously, tearing through two sandwiches with pruney fingers. Dripping a puddle of water under her chair. I was too dumbfounded to do anything but watch. Even without all the extra stuff -- the cold, the bikini, all of it -- I was struggling to process the night before. We hadn't crossed the line, we'd leapt over it, then run back and ripped the poor thing to shreds. With a girlfriend, a girl I was supposed to be having sex with, we'd have some kind of postmortem following our first time. I'd just had sex with Eleanor. I'd have thought it would require several days of discussions. Preferably with a therapist present. Instead, Ellen sat there like all of this was normal. And my already addled brain was barely able to hold it all together.
"We should talk about last night," I said, finally. Fuck I was cold. I wondered if I could put my coat on over my sweater and not look like a total weirdo.
"I know, wasn't it awesome?" Ellen said. She licked the remains of her lunch off her fingers, one-by-one.
"I mean, it was, but..."
"I feel so warm," Ellen said, hugging herself happily, "I can't wait to do it again tonight."
"Oh. Okay." Being honest, I wasn't sure how to react to that. I mean, I very much wanted to keep doing what we were doing. It was too incredible to not continue. But I knew that we should want to stop and being pulled between the two had me stretched thin. I wasn't sure what was supposed to happen after I had sex with Ellen, but I was certain we weren't meant to casually discuss it over lunch and agree to continue. We were just friends. She was destined to not only break my heart but probably kill me. If her Dad didn't kill me first.
"I mean, I'd much rather do it sooner, too," Ellen said, "But I want to give Jeffrey Junior some time to recover. And besides, I'm still comfortable in the afterglow. Now I finally understand what you meant about how great you felt⦠afterwards. I want to save up and get the full benefit. You know?"
"Sure thing."
"You're not upset, are you?" Ellen asked. "You've been acting off all morning."
"No, I'm okay," I said, holding back a shiver, āit's just⦠it seemed to mean⦠more⦠to me⦠than I anticipated."
"Good, because we're going to be doing that a lot more," Ellen said, smiling her megawatt smile.
"I guess it's a good thing you're on birth control," I said, "Or we'd be in loads of trouble."
Ellen's face went serious. "I was actually considering coming off the pill," she replied as she turned and dived back into the pool. My heart fell out of my chest and splattered onto the tiled floor.
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A normal, intelligent individual would have called an end to things with that revelation. But, by now you've surely realised that I am not that person. Instead, I spent the whole afternoon arguing with myself as the blonde bombshell played, splashed and teased me by the pool. It's not like I didn't know the right answer. It's just that my stupid, horny brain wouldn't accept it. Eleanor had already told me she didn't love me⦠but I was dangerously close to that invisible line myself⦠if I hadn't already crossed over it. But why would she say she was considering coming off birth control? Was she messing with me? Well, she does have a wicked streak⦠but⦠could it have also meant⦠she also felt the same sense of⦠belonging? Not that I want to be a father but, I know, if Ellen asked me to cum inside her again I definitely would. I didn't ever want to lose her. I'd happily be tied to her forever!Ā Ā Ā
I rationalised things, analysed everything. I tried to convince myself that what we had⦠what we were going to have⦠was perfect! What eighteen-year-old-boy wouldn't want to fuck one of the most beautiful women on the planet? Even if it meant starting a family neither of us were ready for. I knew Ellen valued her career as much as I valued mine⦠she obviously wasn't going to come off the pill. But the fact that she would consider it, to be with me, made me feel immensely valued. I warmed to that possibility, despite still feeling chilled to the bone. Perhaps she would choose me⦠and not the boyfriend her Mom and Dad hated and she no longer needed.Ā
Our parents came home after a joint shopping venture, and the twins slipped upstairs into their bedrooms like ninja assassins. Joseph agreed to help my Dad with something in their house and I was left in our kitchen. I must have been muttering to myself louder than I thought, because my Mom interrupted me. "Hey you look unwell. Are you feeling okay?" she asked.
I didnāt even notice that she was preparing to cook dinner, and I was... Actually, I'm not sure what I was doing. Considering the consequences. Reasoning my reactions. Freaking the fuck out. "I'm fine," I said, reflexive.
"Are you sure?" My mother asked. She gestured for me to sit on one of the kitchen stools, just like my Dad had a week before. But also not like Dad had at all. My Mom was smiling warmly. She looked like she was actually concerned about me.
"I'm trying to figure stuff out," I said, before I stopped myself.
"Girl trouble?" Mom asked.
I glanced up at her, surprised.
"At your age, it's always girl trouble," she said.
"I like her," I said, "This girl. I mean. You don't know her."
"Of course," my Mom said but⦠there was something else in her expression. Did she know? Of course she knew how I felt about Ellen. She wasn't blind or stupid.
"And like I said, I like being with her. A lot. But, um, it's complicated."
"But you like her," Mom said, "You enjoy spending time with her."
"Oh yeah," I said, "It's amazing. I just worry. About the consequences."
Mom stared at me for a moment, processing. She walked out from behind the counter and opened the cabinet.
"Look, you're young," Mom said, "And not every relationship you have is going to be your 'forever' partner or whatever. You're still at an age where you can have fun. Someday you'll be married and have kids and I promise you, you're not going to be spending all your time wishing you'd been more cautious growing up. Sometimes it's good to make mistakes. It's way more memorable than following the rules all the time."
"I mean, I guess," I said.
Mom reached deeper into the cabinet, pushing everything out of the way. A grin filled her face. She pulled out a box of chocolate cookies. The box was stamped with the words 'Imported from Belgium.' She winked at me as she reached into the container.
"Do you know why I like to steal your father's cookies?" Mom asked. I shrugged. I had some theories, but I didn't think it was a good idea for me to guess. She continued, āI could rationalise it and say that they're tasty, and it's true that they are. Or I could say that your Dad doesn't share them, and he doesn't, and so I'm just getting what's mine. But the truth is, if he offered them to me, I'd probably turn him down. Here's the thing -- sometimes it's fun to do something a bit naughty. I'm not stealing a car or hurting anyone. It's just a bit of a thrill. And I can tell you, I'm definitely enjoying myself. "Mom took a voracious bite of a cookie, brown crumbs falling onto the floor. She giggled and went back to making dinner. āIf she makes you happy then it's worth any price.ā
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In the end, I caved because I knew I'd cave. I decided that, so long as I was able to avoid any real consequences, that this was nothing but (as Mom had said) harmless fun. We were young but we were also approaching adulthood. We would work it out. I had plenty of condoms sitting around, waiting to be used. In the heat of the evening before, I'd forgotten about them. But that didn't mean I couldn't apply them now. So, I collected a couple and left them on my nightstand for later that night.
Now that football season was well and truly over, Ellen and I didn't have an excuse to sit together on the couch. Not that we needed it anymore. Instead, we wandered aimlessly around the house after dinner until my parents went to bed. Once we were sure enough time had passed, we raced right up the stairs. We trampled over each other, barely bothering to keep quiet. Eleanor's lips were on mine before I shut the bedroom door. Our clothes were on the floor soon after.
Again, I marveled at the body Eleanor had been hiding underneath all those layers of clothes; Her pert breasts and wide hips. She undid her braid and her Platinum blonde hair spilled out, it was almost as alluring as her naked body, itself. Almost. She started giggling as we fell onto the bed. She cackled as she kissed me, rubbing her body against mine. She laughed hysterically as she reached back for my dick. No foreplay now. No build and tease. We'd reached the top of the mountain, so why waste time climbing it all over again?
"This is so good, I'm never going to stop," Ellen said, "It feels so awesome and then after..." She sighed. "Fuck." As if that word meant everything.
"I like being with you, too," I said. It was so mechanical, Eleanor cocked her eyebrow at me. "But we need thisā¦"
I rolled over as best I could and grabbed the packet of condoms from my nightstand. Ellen's eyes went wide, then she slapped it out of my hand.
"We can't do that!" she said. Her horrified reaction was almost comical. "Your magic man-thing needs to be in me bare." Magic man-thing? "Your special soldier," Ellen said, "Your tower of power. That big, beautiful cock that makes me feel so good. I need to feel him, not some plastic-covered replacement. I could use my dildo to feel that." My eyes went wide. Eleanor owned sex toys? "I mean, I could go buy a vibrator or whatever," Ellen said, "If I wanted. But why do that when I have my favourite fleshy friend right here?"
I let out a deep sigh. Reluctantly, I let the condom sit, unused, on my bedspread. "I'll pull out," I said.
"No!" Ellen cried out. "That's the whole point! Cumming inside me makes me feel so warm. I need it spurting into me so my body can absorb it all. It's like a chemical reaction inside my womb. I feel so complete when you spunk into my little kitty."
"Ellen!" I didn't want to yell, but at that point I didn't know what else to do. "If we keep doing this, you know, this way, you're going to get pregnant. That can't happen."
"You're right, It can't, because if it did⦠My Dad would take more than just your balls. Itās risky but it's worth it."Ā
Now it was my time to give her a dubious look. This was a mistake. But what if my Mom was right? Maybe I needed to live a little⦠embrace my mistakes. Maybe impregnating Eleanor was my only chance to⦠make her mine? Wouldn't I do anything to keep her? Wouldnāt it be worth it if it meant I wouldn't ever lose her?Ā
"It won't happen," Ellen said, so firmly I almost believed her. "Iām pretty sure Iām safe. We won't be making babies."
"We very much can if we're not careful," I said. I ran through all the possibilities of what she might mean and came up empty. As far as I knew, going bareback with Eleanor was as unsafe as any other woman.
"So, we'll be careful," Ellen said, straddling my naked body. Again, she reached for my hardening cock and slotted it at her sex. Very much the opposite of what she was saying.
"You'll stay on the pill," I said, "We'll hold off. We can do that. We'll go back to licking until then. That was good."
Ellen nodded. But she didn't stop lowering herself onto my cock.
"I think it'll be okay," Ellen said. She seemed to be doing the math in her head. "Yes, we'll be fine for now. I'm safe."
"You're sure?" I asked. I know, I'm an idiot.
"Oh yeah," then she ended the argument by dropping herself straight down onto my manhood. We shared in the lover's ecstasy that is the first electrifying entry. "Ohhhh..." Ellen moaned, closing her eyes. She slid her pussy up my cock and then pushed down again.
She held herself down on me, keeping me inside her body as she lay down on top of me. Her lips found mine and she kissed me softly, her mouth gently sucking my upper lip. She kissed me again, lips smacking. I was conscious of Ellen's tight pussy wrapped around every inch of my cock and she was breathing heavily right into my mouth as she kissed me a third time, again sucking my lip for a moment. My hand caressed her smooth, peach like ass as I kissed her back, over and over, my heart pounding and I opened my mouth. She did the same and at the same time our tongues slipped between each other's lips.
I loved how Ellen's tongue felt rubbing against mine and going deep inside my mouth. I loved running my fingers up and down the crack of her big, beautiful ass, occasionally squeezing it. I was conscious of her big tits pressing against my chest as she continued to hold me stationary deep inside her. Then finally, still kissing me, Ellen began to slide her pussy up and down my thick, hard rod. I could feel her tight entrance gripping me as if reluctant to let me out. She went halfway up my penis before sinking her vagina back down on me.
"Mmmmm..." she moaned into my mouth. Her tongue moved slowly now, but went deeper as she began sliding her slick pussy up and down my manhood.
"Mmmph! Mmmph! Mmmph! Mmmph!" Ellen moaned as she pierced her needy hole again and again with my triumphant erection.Ā
I was so hard and felt a hot, wet surge of desire go through her as her body let me know in no uncertain terms that she needed more of this man's seed. My heart pounded so hard that it hurt. I had no choice but to break the kiss.
"Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!" she moaned, raising herself up as she rode me. I looked up at her. Ellen's tits were bouncing up and down with the motion and her eyes were half-closed, mouth open as she moaned with pleasure.Ā
I could see beneath her belly, watching my manhood disappear inside her over and over. Her pussy was so tight! I sat up a little and grabbed a soft breast, bringing my lips up to her nipple. I licked over her erect nipple as she looked down at me, her cunt still massaging up and down my penis. I licked around her areola, teasing my tongue past her nipple again before finally sucking it into my mouth. I kissed all over her large tit, occasionally sucking her nipple and felt her hand hold the back of my head as I kissed my way down her soft skin and into her cleavage. I kissed up the slope of her other breast, immediately sucking that nipple into my hungry mouth.
She looked at me with wonder as she gently fucked me so I began to sit up a little more and Ellen squeezed one leg along the bed and around me. She then squeezed her other leg around me so that we were sitting facing each other. I looked deep into her pretty blue eyes and again, I felt myself surrounded by hot, dripping ecstasy. Eleanor's body wrapped itself around my cock. She could have sat there, unmoving, for hours and it would have been the best thing I'd ever felt. Instead, Ellen began riding up and down my cock. The pleasure thrummed through me in escalating waves. Both of us groaning and gasping in shared bliss. My parents were sleeping down the hallway but that only made my cock even harder. Maybe it was also the thrill of being completely naked with my next-door-neighbour, doing something so incredibly ānaughtyā, just like my Mom said, that seemed to make our sex hotter, harder and faster. I started pushing up into her while watching her titties bouncing rather than continuing to fondle them.
We were both breathing heavily and as one we leaned forward and gently kissed, lips smacking loudly.
"I love you, Jeff." Ellen whispered.
"I love you too." I replied.Ā
I squeezed her tight and she pressed her pussy down on me as hard as she could, making sure every inch of me was inside her. We brought their faces so close together a piece of paper couldn't slip between our lips⦠yet we didn't kiss, we just looked into each other's eyes. I was breathing heavily, cherishing the sensation of Ellen's hot, tight pussy gripping my entire cock. Her entrance was especially tight, squeezing my base like a vice. I softly kissed her full lips, still looking into her sparkling eyes as I ran my hands down her smooth back. I squeezed her soft, plump cheeks, sliding the tips of my fingers into her crack. I subtly humped upwards a little, starting to fuck her slowly, only able to slide out of her about an inch before pushing back inside her as a result of the seated position that they were in.
"Ohhhh..." Ellen sighed, raising her eyebrows. She humped forward a little, keeping my throbbing cock mostly inside her body while helping me slide in and out of her just a little bit. She leaned forward and kissed me once, twice, three times. By the fourth kiss she pushed her sweet tongue into my mouth, holding her naked body against me.
The room was filled with the sounds of our kissing and our heavy breathing as we continued to slowly fuck using the smallest of strokes. The lips of Ellen's tight pussy gripped the base of my penis before sliding barely an inch up my shaft and then back down again, keeping my cock nice and hot inside her. I broke the kiss and slowly kissed from her cheek to her cute ear. I sucked her earlobe into my mouth and then released it. She gasped. I slowly ran my tongue around the curve of her ear, still subtly making love to her, gently biting her lobe. She sighed. As she was breathing heavily in my ear as I started to kiss down her neck, tasting her.
"Ohhh fuck Jeff..." Ellen whispered as I kissed her over her throat.Ā
I kissed down her gently undulating chest, taking one hand from her cheek and caressing around to the front of her beautiful, freckled body. As I ran my lips down the slope of her magnificent breast, my hand pushed it upwards. I ran my mouth over her baby pink areola, sucking her erect nipple into my mouth. I felt her hands run through my hair as i teased my tongue back and forth across her nipple.
"Ohhhh..." Ellen sighed, biting her lip. "You feel so good inside me baby and the way you work my tits⦠bliss!" She breathed, "Fuck. I can't wait to feel you release in me again. It feels so right."
I released her nipple and kissed her hard, my tongue forcing its way into her mouth. We kissed passionately, but sloppily, tongues dancing against each other. Then she started fucking me. Up and down. Up and down. Feeling every inch of my organ sliding along the sensitive inner walls of her vagina and then kissing her cervix.
"Mmmph! Mmmph! Mmmph! Mmmph!" Ellen groaned into my mouth as she pistoned me in and out of her needy pussy. I could feel her orgasm rising and she raised her pack, fucking me harder, increasing the sensation.
āSssshhhh, Ellenā¦ā I tried to hush her but she just rode me harder, or flesh slapping together and the bed starting to creak.
"Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!" Ellen's cries could be heard all the way down the hallway, had anyone been there.Ā
She held himself up on her arms and began to fuck her even harder, just drilling my stiff penis into her needy hole. Her perfect titties bouncing wildly. Her hair cascading in a beautiful halo around her angelic face⦠as it began to contort in pleasure⦠but still she continued to ride me harder and faster, moaning more and louder, until she dropped down on my cock and just remained there. A moment later, she gasped and her body started shaking while she experienced another apparently highly-pleasurable orgasm. I continued to amuse myself with her tits while she was cumming and while recovering once she'd finished. She sat on my cock catching her breath for a moment before kissing me passionately then climbing off of my cock.
Panting lustfully, she smiled her wicked smile at me. For a moment, I thought that the reality of what we were doing had finally reached her mind. Instead, though, she got on all fours and turned around.
"Do me this way," Ellen said, "I want to try something different."
In my list of her amazing attributes, did I mention Ellen had the perfect ass? Well, Ellen had the perfect ass -- round, full and firm. I grabbed hold of her cheeks so hard it had to hurt, but she didn't do anything but wriggle her pale backside in my grasp. Without thinking (something I was doing a lot of, clearly) I got up on my knees, lined myself up, and placed just the tip of my cock back into Ellen's soft, tight pussy. It felt so familiar, like coming home. Yet so different and unique at the same time. I couldn't control myself and I pushed. Eleanor's tight, wet tunnel resisted. I was half-way in, I withdrew, and pushed again. This time her insides melted before my thrust until my heavy balls rested against her pussy lips. I felt the heat of her cervix against my bare super-sensitive knob and the warm, clinging wetness of her tunnel along my shaft.Ā
Neither of us moved, I wanted this feeling to last forever, Ellen looked back over her shoulder lustfully, seemingly enjoying the submissive position of being on all fours, her ass in the air and totally filled with my cock. Then, as if by instinct, two pairs of hips gently, rhythmically pressed. I was lost in this new sensation - having my cock deep inside her was one thing, but having it pressed and withdrawn in this dominant position was something else entirely.
"Oh fuuuccck. Mmnngh!ā I exhale as I slowly fuck her, āYou're right, Ellen⦠This feels so good!ā.Ā
I watched my cock disappear inside her pink hole, to reappear glistening wet and drawing her labia with it, over and over again. I felt her pressing back, watched her little ruby-pink asshole pucker as she panted and moaned, and saw the little trail cum on her left thigh that told him she was just as turned on as I was. That fact alone made my cock surge a little and I began plundering her pussy now. Ellen began to moan out loud as she felt and heard my thighs slap into the backs of her own, and she desperately wanted to feel my cum shoot inside her. This was no game now, it was raw taboo sex, and she loved it. She loved it too much. She loved the danger. She loved the risk. And I loved her. I knew I would do anything for herā¦
I drew back, sliding slowly out over a million firing nerves she hadn't known were there, then in again until that too tight, too full feeling was back and she was panting like a caught bird. Her perfect breasts were now gently swinging. The bed started softly creaking as our flesh slapped together wetly. I slowly eased myself in and out of the tight grip of her pussy, not talking, but softly groaning each time. I felt her shaking and wondered if she was okay⦠or just about to cum. But she didn't. I curled against her, and with one hand on her stomach and the other on her shoulder, held her to me as I straightened, forcing her up with me into a slight backward arch. My hands slid over her burning, sweaty skin, one curving against her breast, the other gliding over her mound, a finger or two sinking between her lips, into her wet folds, seeking out her clitoris as I fucked her.
As we made sweet love together, I touched her. One hand cradling her breast, caressing it, teasing her hard nipple, the other hand working between her legs, fingering her cunt, rubbing her clit as my hips repeatedly pumped my hard cock slowly, rhythmically in and out of her pussy. Now that I was inside her, fucking her, my mind relaxed. The unknown known, the anticipated risk mercifully absent. Now there was only the undulation of our bodies, joined together as they should be. Dominating her from behind. Copulating with her, our biological need to reproduce spurring us on.
In the recesses of my mind I could hear my future self demanding I pull out and cum up her back. There was no guarantee she was on the pill. I onlly had her word that she was safe. Bareback sex with the girl next-door was insane! My hand drifted across her chest to torment her other breast, pinching her nipple again and again in rhythmic pulses, tugging and squeezing, while below a second finger slid into her slick, swollen cunt. My fingers frigged her, strumming with increasing speed, my hand pressing against her clit with each thrust of my cock pistoning in and out of her. Every exhale came out a whining whimper so she tried to hold her breath, resist everything, hold on until she came. But when she opened her throat to gasp for air she let out a long, desperate moan more damning than her little panting whimpers. Eleanor picked up on my change in body language and looked back at me once more.
āMake me cum, Jeff⦠then cum inside of me,ā she panted, saying her words like some mantra with every thrust, āI love you, Jeff. I want you. I need you. I want this warm forever. Make me yours? Your cock. Inside me⦠Fuck me. Fuck my pussy. Iām going to cum and I'm gonna make you cum. Inside me. I'm going to claim you. Make you mine. I'll even make a baby⦠With youā¦ā I tugged her nipple, gave her clit a frenzied rub, making her practically yelp, unable to bear so much sensation, before pinching on an extended nipple again. "I want you to⦠cum inside me!"
I was huffing and grunting now as I fucked her. Ellen's body was ready to explode but she strained against it, wanting to beat me, deny me my victory by having my orgasm arrive first. I felt a new level in her desire. She was soft and wet inside, yet still her pussy was tight around my shaft. I released her tit, removed my fingers from her weeping pussy, gripped her hips in both hands and began fucking her with new urgency. I was getting ready to climax and I wanted it to be inside her. I didn't care anymore. There were pills for that. I wanted nothing else but to cum inside her. In her pussy! Make her mine.
Fucking her harder, more urgently, she looked back at me, "Iām almost thereā¦"
My hands left her waist, and the next moment I had both her breasts in my hands, caressing them and pulling her back into an upright position with me. We were both now kneeling on the rhymically creaking bed, her back against my chest, my head in her amazing blonde hair. As I rammed my overworked cock into her over and over, squeezing her tits, toying with her nipples, pinching and tugging them so maddeningly that she actually sobbed in relief when my hand went back between her thighs and I delicately fingered her clit. As I pumped into her from behind, my fingers working her clit, my cock in her pussy, I felt her climax explode through her groin, concentric, throbbing convulsions seizing her, shaking her, wringing her.
"I can feel it⦠I can feel you⦠it's never felt like this before⦠for me," I hissed into her ear, then gently nibbled on her delicate earlobe.
āFuck! Oh yesss! Fuuuuck Jeff, I'm going to⦠cum! Shiiiit!' Ellen moaned as I held onto her.Ā
Her pussy clenched down on my fuck tool, her slick walls gripping my throbbing shaft tightly as her muscles rippled against me. I could feel the wetness increase dramatically in her slippery pussy as she started to cum on my hard cock. Her vagina was squeezing tighter than I'd ever felt as she began to shiver in my embrace. I immediately rammed home and after a few seconds of her tight wet vagina gripping my penis like a vice, the pressure became too much and she exploded. Her slick pussy forcing my cock out of her as a powerful jet of her girl cum shot from her pussy all over my genitals. Two, then three squirts splashed over my thighs, soaking me in her sweet nectar.
Ellen was trembling so hard the bed was shaking, her body spasming violently in the throes of her orgasm. My throbbing cock was pointing straight at her pussy, and the next couple of squirts splashed directly onto my sensitive end. I embraced her, holding her swollen breasts as she trembled in my arms, her back pressed into my chest and my cock slipped back inside her quivering snatch.
I gently withdrew and rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slippery pussy lips, causing her to gasp in pleasure as I painted her juices all over my cockhead. I could feel the heat emanating from her as my cock throbbed in anticipation of my own finale. I slowly slid my thick cockhead just inside her pussy lips, feeling her slick lips part open for me. I left it there for a few seconds before I slowly pulled out of her again.
āFuck stop teasing me! Fuucck! I want your cum inside me so fucking bad!' Ellen gasped.
I grabbed her hips and lined my cock up with her sex. In a long slow motion, I slid my cock inside her velvety, slippery little pussy, feeling her open up as I buried my cock all the way inside her, until my balls were resting against her clit. Ellen moaned as I slowly entered her, getting louder the deeper I filled her up. This time she dropped her chest onto the bed, her head and body flat on my sheets, her ass presented high in the air, her kneeling legs spread and holding her pussy at the perfect position for our final act of procreation. Ellen was moaning louder as my cock split her open, feeling my cock filling her with every stroke. I could feel her pussy pulsing, almost in time with the throbbing of my cock. Her pussy now felt incredibly hot and tight on my unprotected penis. I started thrusting my hips slowly with small movements, drawing small gasps of pleasure from Ellen. I could feel her fluttering vagina getting wetter as I fucked her, my cock sliding in and out of her slippery little pussy so easily.
āI'm going to cum, Ellenā¦ā I wheezed, āPlease let me pull out and cum on your perfect assā¦ā
āNo! Oh fuck! Fuck! Don't you dare, Jeff!ā Ellen moaned, as I thrust into her. āCum in me or you'll never see me again!ā
With that I started fucking her harder and faster, burying my cock as deep as possible into her with every forward thrust. I loved hearing her moans as my cock split open her swollen labia. Her pussy was so wet now and as my heavy balls slapped against her clit she squealed in delight.
āI'm safe!ā Ellen gasped, āIf I get pregnant then we're going to need to elope!āĀ
"Don't worry, Ellen. Whatever happens next⦠I accept it.ā There was no way I was going to let Eleanor walk out of my life, āI will stand by youā¦"
I grabbed her waist and began to fuck her with real purpose, harder and deeper with each thrust, causing Ellen to moan every time my cock head bottomed out in her pussy. She reached between her legs and began to rub her clit as I continued to fuck her. Her legs were shaking, and her body was trembling as she got closer to another orgasm, and her pussy walls were rippling along my shaft as I was buried inside her.
āYou're so sweet! Fuck, you're the sweetest man I've ever met! Fuck! Oh shit! That's it! I'm gonna cum again!ā Ellen screamed as she arched her back and pressed back against me.
This hard fucking went on for another ten minutes before the end was getting near. Sweat dripped off my face and she knew that I would be cumming soon. Eleanor breathed hard and heavy, seeing and feeling me pumping my cock into her now creamy and puffy pussy. After another long lasting groan she felt my cock lurch inside her, my movements becoming more erratic but determined as I tried to nestle myself inside of her as deep as possible. This time I had no doubt that I would be cumming inside of her and I wasn't going to do anything to stop it from happening. My mind had been made up. I knew that our bond and love would keep us together no matter what, even if a newborn child would be coming into our lives. A part of me knew it was insane. Only a small part.
When I felt the moment coming close, I pistoned against her buttery ass cheeks faster and faster. My cock began to swell, filling with the force of a thousand terrible consequences about to burst forth into the world. A gun, loaded with my own miserable destruction. I was fucking her like a jackhammer, our bodies slapping together as we began to lose control. My breathing became fast and difficult, trying to hold on to the last straw before I exploded.
"Ellen! I'm... Ugh!... I'm going to cum!" I groaned out loud, gripping her hard against me for a final two or three deep, penetrating thrusts. The sensation was too much. Ellen let loose a howling wail, the most powerful orgasm yet bursting through her body, completely burying her under its intensity. She was gone! There was no thought, nothing but the intense, burning, white-hot pleasure that flooded her nerves, flashes of light bursting behind her eyes, spine arching as her muscles tightening, her body tight against mine, impaled and supported entirely on my unbending shaft. Her pussy came alive, spasms rolling up and down the channel, her cervix clamping down just behind the head of my invader, squeezing so tight I thought I might never be able to pull free. But that wasn't on my mind at the moment as my heavy testicles were pulled up tight against my shaft.
āYes! Yeeeesssssss!ā Eleanor hissed.
I felt such love and passion for Ellen I could barely contain it. Then raw burning lust overshadowed every tender thought and a gnawing need took over. As much as I wanted to last and experience Ellen cumming again, it was too much. When she pushed back and gave an incoherent gurgle of lust, the point of no return arrived. Grabbing her, I rutted into my beautiful neighbour savagely.
"Cumming!" I screamed as I felt my cock throb and twitch.Ā
My cock bucked and jumped as my thick seed coursed up the length of my penis, all the way from the root up to the tip. It fired from the gaping slit like a cannon, blasting rivers of fertile seed deep into Ellen's receptive vagina, blast after blast of superheated cream. My long delay served only to make my offering even more plentiful than usual, oceans of sperm drowning her womb. I let loose a primal bellow, my hips twitching as each salvo pumped into her, ejaculating rope after rope of semen deep into Eleanor's fertile baby chamber, seeking her eggs for breeding.
Eleanor couldn't contain herself and just continued cumming as I unloaded into her. Each spurt of jizz triggered an exploding orgasm within her that shocked her whole body. Her whole world was now a hot orgasmic bliss and I could feel it all. She had crossed the line... We had crossed the line, and a very big one at that. Love, lust, caring, and joy all jumbled into one ecstatic wild mess as I jetted everything I had into her eager body. The pleasure practically knocked me back. My conscious mind left my body, watching from a distance. Eleanor's body strained, taut, as the orgasm twisted out of her. She sobbed and keened as my cum shot past her cervix. My own bliss radiated out of me, like a wave of ecstatic joy, as every cell in my body sang in perfect harmony. The unyielding grip of her pussy served to seal my seed in, my cock a perfect plug for nearly a hundred million of my spermatozoa.
I had filled her up so much that our combined juices started to seep out of the tight gap where we were connected. Ellen felt me throbbing and shimmied, causing almost painful sensations all along my cock, drawing out a few more jets from me until I collapsed onto her, flattening poor Eleanor to the bed. She spread her legs and arched her ass, keeping us connected until I softened. Finally, I eased off her and rolled onto my back. She snuggled against me, placing her palm over my wet penis and looked at me with shining eyes. A stream of sperm mixed with her juices slowly running down our lower bodies. She gently brushed her hand through my sweat stained hair. I could feel her heart beating in the same rhythm as mine, her body heat almost burning to the touch. I felt loved and cared for by this woman.
The only words I could muster were gentle and sweet, exactly what Eleanor wanted to hear. "Itās trueā¦.I think I love you, Ellen..."Ā
Eleanor let out a cute little giggle before whispering the same words of affection back towards me. "I love you too sweetie, and I will never let you go... We will be together foreverā¦ā
"So I guess that was as good for you as it was for me?" I asked.
Ellen beamed. "Oh yes. Now I know for sure how much you want me and just you're prepared to go⦠yes! I feel like there is a furnace burning inside of me. Holy shit, Jeff, I never thought you could be such a beast." She reached between her legs. "And you flooded me again!"
My eyes followed Ellen's eyes down in between her thighs. Mesmerised, I viewed the product of our love making. Our combined cum, my sperm leaking out of her pouting pussy. Cum running down her thighs, droplets leaking from her special and most sacred place onto the bed. So wrong, so awful, so beautiful. I could hear myself say out loud what I was thinking, "Oh my god, what have we done?" as I stared in between her slender legs, the place where her my cock had been moments before.
Ellen was beaming as she placed her hand to her lips. āYou taste good,ā she whispered, lovingly.
Ellen looked me in the eye for a second. I lost myself in her gaze. I saw her happiness, fear, disbelief but most of all, her love. She brought her lips to mine. Our kiss expressed our love and passion even more than our mating had. This time, in the afterglow of our sexual intercourse, I was very aware of cuddling up to Eleanor. Holding her body tight to mine. The warmth of our connection.
"I love you, Jeffrey," Ellen said. Her voice was so thin, I wondered if she even realised she'd said it.
"I love you, too, Ellen," I said. And hoped she realised that I meant it. I was in love with my blonde neighbour. Whatever came of that, the consequences were already inescapable. We stayed together the whole night. Eleanor drooled on my arm a bit while she slept as her pussy drooled my semen onto my sheets. I didn't care. I dreamed of red haired baby girls who called me ādaddyā.
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As you might imagine, that wasn't the end of it. Not by a long shot. The only change was, we stopped pretending like we were going to stop. Instead, we abandoned ourselves to the needs of our bodies. Our sex lives waxed as the summer waned. My pile of condoms were dusty and forgotten in my nightstand drawer. Were we still just friends or had we become something more? I didn't know or care anymore. The fear of the consequences still had a tight grip on me. Sure, I stopped feeling frozen every morning, but I was still colder than I could ever remember. I didn't catch Ellen by the pool all the time, but she packed away her sweats. We reached a kind of equilibrium, both of us balancing the other out.
I had a shock to the system when, one day, Eleanor announced that we weren't going to be having sex together for a while⦠she told me she was ovulating. Shit! She had stopped taking the pill and she was on her period! That was it, for me, I was cautious from that moment onwards. It's not like we stopped having sex completely; instead, she'd suck me off and I frequently denied her a belly full of my seed, giving her facials and painting various body parts after withdrawing. If we had sexual intercourse I mostly succeeded in cumming anywhere but inside her, mostly. The morning after I would wake up with the doom of what I'd done hanging over my head. But Ellen was clever and always found a way to extract my sperm if I showed her even a hint of weakness and I still carelessly unleashed more disaster into Eleanor's waiting womb. It would have been quicker to put a bullet in my own head. But not nearly as pleasurable.
I kept one thought in my mind (beyond the incomparable lust I slaked every evening): I hadn't gotten Ellen pregnant yet, and the summer was ending soon. We were going to the same college, but I would be in my new apartment and Ellen would be home. And so we'd have to stop. She still talked about her black boyfriend and I wasn't stupid. I knew she still loved him⦠maybe she loved him more than she loved me and would move on. Either way⦠I would be devastated.
Then one day, with the September deadline looming over our illicit engagements, Ellen invited me out to lunch again. We went to that same outdoor cafe. The familiarity of it was dizzying. The world felt like it should have changed, tilted on its axis, wobbled down to nothing. So far, only Ellen and I were different. She brought me here for a reason⦠our time was up. I was worried. Either I was going to lose my best friend, or I was going to lose my lover, or I was going to lose both. Suddenly I was very, very scared.
"Don't look so sad, Jeffrey. I have an idea," Ellen said, after they took our orders. "A solution, as they say."
Finally, I thought. The relief flooded me. I found I was becoming uncomfortable around Eleanor. I would stare at Joseph expecting her father to snap at any moment, misreading his every move. My parents were largely oblivious somehow, despite my cum stained sheets and the vast amount of time my blonde neighbour spent with me. I still hadn't really seen or heard from her twin sisters - maybe they really were avoiding me? Maybe they knew. Maybe everybody knew! I adored having sex with Eleanor, but everything we were doing, the risk we were taking, I couldn't handle the stress.
"I need your warmth," Ellen said, "And you need my... well, we both know what you need." Eleanor said this like I was the perv in the relationship. As if she wasn't just as horny as me. "No silly," Ellen said. She slapped my hand, playfully. "Affection. Comfort. You said it yourself. You want that closeness that only we can have. We are best friends without the stupid emotional ties."
"Oh right," I said, "Sorry."
"But you're going to start Uni and it's all going to have to end," Ellen said, "I mean, I'm sure we could sneak some time here and there. But you won't be home anymore. And, honestly, doing this at the house isn't a good idea, anyway. My Mom and Dad are bound to figure it out eventually. If they haven't already."
For a moment, I panicked! Had Ellen heard something? Were our parents onto us?
"Not that I know of," Ellen said as if to answer the questions in my head, "But I won't risk losing my heat rock. Anyway, I realised our problem is actually our solution."
"What?"
Ellen rolled her eyes at me, like I was the one being thick. "The problem is, you're moving out. And the solution is, we need a place for both of us to be together." Ellen rolled her wrist, like trying to force my mind to crank harder.
Finally, I gave up. "I don't get it," I said.
Ellen sighed. "Maybe I need to transfer. Iām in my second year. Your education clearly isn't making you any smarter." I gave Eleanor a wounded look. She grabbed my hand and squeezed it. "We move in together," Ellen said, "I come with you to your new apartment. My Mom and Dad will love it, they get some space and I will get some freedom. I'm almost twenty! We get to keep everything we want."
"I don't know, Ellen," I said. I couldn't help my heart from leaping. It did seem like the perfect solution. Except for one problem.
"I promise we'll cuddle every night," Ellen said. That's not what I was worried about.
"You can move in," I said. Ellen clapped her hands excitedly. "On one condition. You have to go on birth control."
"What?" Ellen exclaimed, but she could see I was serious, "Hmmm⦠I'll think about it, okay?"
"I mean it."
Ellen stared into my eyes but I wasn't budging. After a full minute her face softened and she smiled her megawatt smile, āI agree!ā
The waitress brought our lunch. Eleanor spent the entire meal grinning to herself.
"This is going to be so awesome, my parents think you're amazing. Apparently you're a positive influence on me,ā she said. How wrong could they be?
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And so it was, that when I was supposed to finally be living on my own, I left with Eleanor, instead. Ellen was right, our parents loved the idea. With school starting soon, they helped us both pack and move to our new place. They did make sure to help furnish the apartment with two beds, assuming we would be sleeping separately, each having our own space. Which was never going to happen. Not that we could tell them that.
"Does Ellen look a little, I don't know, different to you?" Mom asked as we lugged boxes back and forth to my car.
I nearly choked. I'd been surreptitiously checking Ellen's tummy all the time. It didn't seem any rounder, but then, my Mom would be the one to notice, right? I did my best to play it off. After all, I was just a silly boy, wasn't I? I wouldn't ever notice the signs if Eleanor was *gulp* pregnant.
"Remember she used to walk around in a funk all the time?" Mom said, "All those sweatpants and hoodies. Complaining that she was too cold. Now, look at her. The bright tank top and shorts. I know what you've been doing.ā My heart stopped and I am sure I turned pale. āYour friendship has really brought her out of her shell. Sophie was telling me how good you've been for her. Look at Ellen's smile. You put that smile on her face. I know she still has a boyfriend, and I know you were hoping⦠for a different sort of relationship with her⦠but give it time. Don't push. Change is a good thing. Maybe one day when you both graduate you'll get lucky.ā
To myself, I thought, Yeah, I think I already got lucky. I know exactly what puts a smile on her face.
"Maybe. I hadn't noticed till you pointed it out. But yeah, I guess we could all use a little more risk in our lives."
"Agreed," Mom said, "Speaking of which, you'll find a box of your father's cookies in your duffle bag. Make sure to share them with your new housemate."
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That night, Ellen and I made love for the first time in our own apartment. My blonde lover made the most of our new arrangement, crying out when she came. Then doing it again, when I filled her with my cum soon afterwards. I had the best night's sleep of my life with my hot lover drooling my semen happily all over our new bedsheets.
I woke up with Eleanor's gentle breath on my neck. I opened my eyes and saw us in the bedside mirror. She was behind me, her arm wrapped lovingly around me, the morning sun lit the bedroom in bright light making Eleanorās blonde locks shimmer and shine. Ellen was spooning my naked body from behind and when she sensed I was awake I felt her hand snake to my flaccid penis while kissing the back of my neck and shoulder. I had just woken up and was squirming back against her in response to her touch.
Her voice was raspy, "I am still amazed you did that last night."
I giggled while wiggling my bottom against her hips. "Did you have fun?"
She chuckled, "Yes. I definitely had fun." After kissing my neck, just beneath my ear, she whispered, "I've been with lots of boys. But you are the first to ever make me feel so good inside.ā
Squirming back against her, "You felt so hot last night. I have a hot girlfriend!" I laughed.
Ellen began slowly humping her hips against my narrow, bare bottom. "Weāre just friends, remember? Friends who get lucky."
Turning my head so I could better see her. Ellen was over one year my senior. Her big, blue eyes sparkled, mischievously, and she gave me a wonderful teasing smile. She was a very attractive woman and I felt honoured to have her interested in me. But still⦠I wanted more. Surely she must know I was madly in love with her? While my heart filled with love for her, I excitedly asked, "Am I at least your favourite friend?"
She kissed my earlobe, "Sweetheart if you keep surprising me like you did last night, I may never let you go. Yes, you are my favourite by far!"
My mind began to race while thinking of different ways I might surprise her again. My mind was blank. I had no idea how to keep surprising her. In a soft voice, I asked, "Any suggestions on how I could surprise you?"
My penis had responded to all her teasing and had become completely erect. She nipped my earlobe with her teeth before whispering, "It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you what to do, would it?"
Biting my lip, I wiggled my hips back against her and giggled, "I guess not."
She nipped my earlobe again, "Just be yourself. Do the things you've always wanted to do, but were afraid to do with anyone else."
While lying there with Ellen still gently teasing my member, my inhibitions began to slip away as I confessed a few things I'd thought about before, "Like shaving away all my body hair?"
She nipped my earlobe hard enough to make me jump. She then almost growled in my ear, "Fuck yes! Just like that!"
I squirmed back against her while whispering, "And what if I met you for dinner wearing..." I was about to utter a part of my deepest secret, I had to pause to summon all my courage. "...your panties?"
She paused and her tone became very serious sounding when she said, "Well, if you answered the door of our little apartment wearing nothing more than panties to meet me for an evening together..." She let the thought linger in the air for several seconds before moaning, "I'd strip you out of those panties before I fucked you until you were unable to speak in complete sentences. And you sure as hell wouldn't be able to work the next day."
She rose up and leaned over me, stared into my eyes for a moment before leaning down and kissing me with enough passion to make my toes curl. As our lips separated, she whispered, "Baby, I'd love it if you wore my panties. Now don't tell me any more ideas. Surprise me! You seem to know the sorts of things I'd love to see you do, so just do them for me. Okay?"
I whimpered softly, "Okay." While snuggling back against her grinding hips.
We continued to lay in bed together for a couple more hours. Ellen teased my penis until it squirted, twice. I spent time under the covers, between her thighs feasting on her sweet tasting pussy. By the time I'd finished, I lost count of the number of times she came. Her clit was swollen, bright pink, and glistening with my saliva by the time I crawled out from between her legs. Ellen nuzzled up close to me, cooing as she stroked my head. I thought back to where all this had started. I'd been so miserable about being alone. I hated the idea of leaving without my family, losing that emotional connection. Now here I was, surrounded by love, in a way that I'd never imagined. I guess, thinking about it, Ellen wasn't the only one who'd been cold. I'd been icy, too, in my own way. The warmth that surrounded me now, it was more than I could have ever imagined.
As we cuddled, I snuck my hand down to Eleanor's stomach. Did it feel a little fuller than I remembered? I couldn't tell. Ellen had told me she was still 'thinking' about the pill. Based on the fact that we kept fucking, 'thinking' was something we obviously weren't doing all that much of. But I'd be lying if I said I didn't worry sometimes. Eleanor must have noticed my distraction, because she kissed me on the mouth, hard, to get my attention.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"I'm feeling a little chilly," Ellen said.
"You want me to get you another blanket?" I asked.
"No⦠I need heating up from the inside. You know what I want," Ellen said. She reached down for my worn out penis. Despite what we'd just done, I felt myself stiffen in her hands.
āWait⦠I need to put on a condom.ā
"No. It's ok," she said, "I'm pretty certain that I'm safe this week, at least if I've got it right."
"I hope so," I answered, "You could get pregnant so easily!"
āMaybe we will get lucky?ā
"All it takes is one little sperm ā just one and I must have pumped millions into you," I said, "We'll have to nip to the chemists tomorrow morning."
She paused while she examined her spunk-slimed fingers then smiled again. She lay back in the centre of our double bed and sighed happily. Turning to me, her flushed skin still in the afterglow of her orgasms, her gorgeous blue eyes sparkling. It really did feel like there was a furnace burning within her as she pressed her nakedness against me.
"I suppose I owe you an explanation. I'm not on the pill because it gives me unpleasant side effects. I feel constantly nauseous⦠and it gives me migraines. I prefer to feel your bare cock inside me. I feel so alive when you cum inside me⦠yes it's risky but with you⦠it feels special.āĀ
She said I make her feel special⦠he doesn't make her feel special. My mind was racing, the joy at realising I was finally seen as better than her ex made me happier than I think I have ever been. Ellen wants me. Ellen wants my cum inside her⦠I shouldn't fear it, I should celebrate that she doesn't want ME wrapped in rubber. I thought back to the first time I saw her have sex and remembered her look of resentment with the spent condom her black lover used. I wondered if her ex-boyfriend wasn't as guilty as her Dad made him out to be.
āI like making you feel special⦠I guess that makes me special?ā
"It does...But don't you go spreading that around."
"Of course I won't," I said, "And I'm sorry, Ellen. Accidentally becoming a father just scares me to death!"
"That's understandable," she said, still looking at the cum that adorned her fingers, "Iām sorry I don't give you much of a choice. The truth is⦠it feels different with you. I've had sex with other men and some of it was good, Jerome⦠he's very talented⦠but I would never let him cum inside me. With you⦠itās like I always wanted it."
"Huh?" I queried, "What do you mean?"
Ellen took a deep breath, then brought her fingers to her mouth, sucked them clean then grinned naughtily at me.
"Like my body knows I'm meant to have your cum in me. I feel⦠something biological⦠like my DNA and yours just match. We are just meant to be joined. So, even that first time I wanted your spunk ā I wanted to feel you squirting up inside me," she said with a big smile, "Sex is different with you. I love the feeling deep in my pussy when you're cumming inside me."
"Donāt you worry about getting pregnant?" I asked, feeling my penis responding and beginning to lift up once again.
āI'll take the morning after pill if I don't feel it was right.ā
At least there's that one final safety net. And here, in my own place, I didn't need to worry about her father barging in mid-fuck and removing my balls. I slid between Ellen's legs, reaching to steer myself into her steaming pussy. But Eleanor only shook her head and shoved me away with a smirk dancing across her face.
"Thereās one way I won't get pregnant⦠I want to see what happens if you put it in my ass," Ellen said.
Fuck! I grabbed her ass cheeks tightly, squeezing and spreading them, fitting my fingertips into her crack. She welcomed it, pushing her body against me. I could feel her breasts rubbing against my chest and her nipples digging into my skin. She placed her hands on my ass, too, but rather than squeeze my cheeks, she gently raked her fingernails across them, sending shivers up and down my spine. Pressed between us against her stomach, my penis was hot and erect and ready to go. I pushed her away and grabbed the base, guiding it toward her pussy. But just when my head touched her lips, Ellen stepped away.
"No," she said, panting. "I want you to fuck my ass."
"But howā" and even as I spoke, I knew the answer. Oh, the sacrifices I make for Eleanor.
Ellen moved past me, leaned forward, grabbed the headboard, and spread her legs, sticking out her gorgeous ass. She looked into the mirror, and smiled at the scene before her: Her sexy pose, me kneeling behind her, my cock hard and pointing. She sighed as if in preparation for the ordeal. I couldn't tell if she was looking at me or closing her eyes.
"Just be careful. We've never done this before."
Even before she said those words, I was rifling through the bedside drawer for lube, knowing this was going to be a tight fit. Sure enough, a bottle of KY was right next to the unused condoms. I covered my cock with the gel, not caring that it was cold because the heat from my body was going to warm it right up. I stroked myself, working the lube all over as I salivated over Eleanor's ass.
Once satisfied with my lube job, I positioned myself behind Ellen, put one hand on her ass and guided my cock with the other. The second my flesh touched her puckered asshole, she jumped, but she quickly settled and I pushed on. My cock head slipped in with unexpected ease, but every millimeter after that had to be given slowly and gently. After each inch that I gained, I would slowly pull back out until just my head remained, and then I would gently fuck her to that depth until her body became used to me being there. And then I would press on, slowly gaining the next inch as her anus loosened and sucked me deeper. She was so hot and tight it almost hurt, but every bit of me that was inside her was experiencing a pleasure I had never known before.
Ellen moaned and groaned and grunted, indicating the struggle, but also the ecstasy she was feeling as I slipped my thick cock further and further into her body. Occasionally she would revert to uncontrolled breathing, almost hyperventilating, as she experienced satisfaction so great that she simply couldn't handle it. She said it was like having small, full body orgasms.
After what seemed like an hour, I was finally inside her to the hilt. Rather than fucking right away, I just stayed like that, letting her body get to used to me and my size. Ellen reached down and grabbed my sagging balls, then pulled them forward and began rubbing them against her clit. Her ass clenched me tightly in response, squeezing so hard at times that I feared my cock might become pulverized, but I was loving every second.
After a minute of this attention I pulled back, she released my testicles, and I began to fuck her. At first the thrusts were slow, as she was still trying to relax enough to accommodate my size. But soon I found a rhythm, and I speeded things up. She was still very hot and very tight, and after the wild night we'd just had, which should have left me spent, I was already having to concentrate to keep myself from cumming too soon.
Ellen cried out with each thrust as I became bolder and fucked her harder, pushing so deep that my hips bounced off her perfect ass and jolted her whole body. Her hanging tits bounced back and forth, and sometimes I could hear them gently slap against the side of the counter she leaned on. But even this wasn't enough, and so I took hold of Eleanor's hips and began pulling her to me as I fucked into her, pounding her hard and fast over and over, forcing Ellen to cry out in exquisite pleasure.
"Oh Fuck!" she sobbed unsteadily. "Oh please don't stop. Keep fucking me. Harder, baby. Yes! Harder! Oh shit, yes! Fuck my ass. Fuck me hard!"
Even when she wasn't forming words, Ellen was still making sounds as I rammed into her ass with all my might. Grunting, my head spinning, I became aware of how hot my entire body was getting. I was drenched not just with sweat, Ellen's nectar was constantly trickling from her unused vagina. The smell of our taboo sex was filling the room, enveloping us as our bodies grew slippery and slapped wetly together. Ellen's hair was getting soaked from this treatment as well, and her blonde locks stuck against her face and back as she bucked against me. Breathing became harder in the heat, and so we were panting and gasping even more than the fucking alone was requiring us to.
I rubbed my hands over my lover's slick, wet ass, then moved them up, around her hips and sides, finally stopping on her hanging, dripping breasts. With both of my hands full of soft yet firm flesh and the hard nipples palmed, I massaged Ellen's tits as I pulled her body up from her bent over position. I moved her so her back was against my chest, and I continued to fuck her in the ass, driving in so hard that I lifted her off her feet on every thrust. She screamed with approval, then reached behind herself to put her hands on me anywhere she could reach; my ass, my back, my shoulders, and finally my head.
Ellen craned her neck and guided me to turn mine so we could kiss over her shoulder. Though it was impossible to kiss full on like normal at this angle, we did manage to find enough of each other's lips and tongues to satisfy. And yet we still wanted more, so our tongues went out of control, probing for anything to lickālips, cheeks, ears. I placed one hand on her face to make sure she didn't turn away as I finally got my lips wrapped around her hot little tongue and sucked it in deeply. Ellen fucked my mouth with her tongue while she put her hand on the one tit I wasn't holding and began tweaking her own nipple.
"Your cock feels so good," she gasped.
"Did you like it this way, Ellen?" I asked, not wanting to miss out on the dirty talk.
"Mmm, yeah. I could quite happily be fucked by your cock forever. My best friend's cock. Don't stop fucking my ass."
Suddenly I felt movement, and Ellen moved her leg upward. She put her foot on the headboard, then reached around to grab my ass tightly with her hands.
"You got me?" she asked.
"Yeah!" I grunted, pushing into her hard and lifting her off of her one leg still on the bed.
"Okay," she said. "Hold me tight."
And then Ellen lifted her other leg and braced that foot against the edge of the headboard. Now she was fully off the bed, her weight held only by my phallus, hanging off the headboard. Her legs were spread wide, as were her ass cheeks, allowing me to push into her a few extra centimeters as we fucked.
Her back was still against my chest, and sweat was practically running down our bodies, making us slicker by the second. I had to grip her body even tighter to make sure I wouldn't lose my hold and drop her, so I hugged her to me as if our lives depended on it and concentrated on each thrust so I wouldn't slip and lose my balance. Despite all the extra work my mind was doing, I felt my body getting closer to orgasm.
I kissed anything I could put my lips on; Ellen's neck, shoulder, face, even her wet hair, which clung to my own face. I squeezed her tit one last time, then ran my hand down her slick tummy and placed it between her legs. Finding her clit, I rubbed it between my fingers, and Ellen's ass clenched around me even tighter than before. I drove my cock into her hard, almost losing my balance, and knowing that I was seconds away from the point of no return. Absent-mindedly, I began calling out her name.
"Oh Ellen, Ellen, Ellen....Oh fuck, I'm so close..."
"Keep fucking me!" she cried out in tears of pleasure. "I want to feel you cum inside me!"
Hearing those words made me lose all concentration, and I slipped, falling forward toward certain doom. Ellen's feet slipped off the headboard, and we were heading towards the bed, with Ellen in position to hit first, and me on top of her. This was going to hurt...
But on the way down Ellen gripped the headboard with her hands and managed to hold on, keeping me in place. Her legs swung beneath her, then knelt on the pillows to present her perfect ass. Now she was almost an extension of my cock, her ass still impaled by my cock and her body sticking straight forward from it. She gripped the headboard with all of her might, and her legs spread to give me better access. With our bodies now at a ninety-degree angle, we were in the perfect position to fuck each other to orgasm. I resumed fucking her tight ass immediately.
Ellen was already on her way to her climax, and she screamed and moaned and shuddered as she fought to keep herself upright. To help out, I shuffled forward, moving her further up the bed so she could rest her arms and her weight there. Grabbing her hips, I thrust into her over and over, jolting her entire body again and again as she cried out and sobbed for me not to stop. To never stop. Her face pressed against the bedroom wall. As I bucked into her, her wet blonde hair tossed, clinging to whatever it touched and tangling into a mess atop her head.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Yes, yes!" she shouted. And then she released a loud, continuous scream.
That did it for me, and in a flash I was pumping Eleanor's ass with renewed vigor as a new, thick load of boiling cum rushed through my balls. It spewed into her forcefully, and I could feel it fill her bowels and surround my cock; warm, wet, sticky, and churning. I didn't stop fucking her until well after I had spilled my last drop, and even then I waited before pulling out of that warm, wet heaven. When I finally did pull out, globs of white cum oozed out as well, running down my lover's legs and dripping to the bedsheets.
Together, we sank to the bed, which was damp from all the moisture we produced. I eventually found the strength and mental capacity to roll my weight from my crushed dream girl. When I turned back to Ellen, I found her running a finger along her thigh where my cum had begun to make its way from her ass hole and down her perfect thighs. She then put the finger to her lips and sucked my sperm into her mouth, smiling dreamily and panting like a dog in heat. Her legs closed and her body trembled in the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her tits heaved and dropped quickly as I lowered my mouth and kissed her neck and chest. She turned and looked at us in the bedroom mirror.
"Oh my God" she finally spoke, in a whisper, "I never imagined it could be like that."
I was truly flattered, although I knew she had only been with a few guys so she didn't have much to compare to, especially seeing as none had cum inside her ass before. I sat up on my heels, looking down to watch as she leaked my cum down her ass crack. She reached down between her legs, coating her fingers and then rubbing herself with my cum, dragging it along her clit and dipping her fingers inside before once again lifting them to her lips and licking them like a porn star, reminiscent of her actions with the young man at the pool. "Mmmm" she moaned, tasting my cum. She turned on the bed so that her pussy faced the mirror as she sat up to watch herself leaking, "Oh my God. There's so much cum. It feels so warm inside me."
I smiled, loving that I was able to cum inside her and loving that she loved having it inside her and there was no pregnancy risk to worry me. Her hand went down again and she started to rub herself more. I realised that despite already having around a half dozen orgasms, she wanted another as she masturbated in front of me. Ellen was a complete insatiable nympho. It didn't take her long to climax again and then collapse onto her back.
I started to dress finally as she laid there on our bed. "Aww, do you have to go?" she pleaded.
I nodded, "Yes unfortunately. I have to get to class."
Ellen made a pouty face, "Did you enjoy it? Fucking me in the ass? I can't get pregnant that way you know?"
I have to admit that anal sex with her was fucking awesome. Eleanor was the perfect partner, she was eager to learn and beyond enthusiastic. "I know, that was simply mind blowing. You're perfect. I want to belong to you. I think I already do. I just wishāā
Ellen put her finger to my lips to hush me and nodded her head, āLook at it this way, we can get together for amazing sex without any strings attached. What we have is special. You are the only one who makes me feel this way but I am not going to promise something I can't give you. I love you too much to do that, Jeff. Do you understand?"
I nodded, although not convincingly. She sat up and reached for my hand, pulling herself to me at the side of the bed and looking up at me. "Can we do one more thing? I promise to be quick if you want?"
I knew I was already pushing my luck and was about to say no when she grabbed my shorts again and pulled down. My cock was still plump, but not hard and had a long ribbon of cum attaching it to my underwear. Ellen grabbed my cock and lifted it, licking the cum from it and then wrapping her mouth around me. She sucked hard but I wasn't sure I could go again until she looked up at me with those pale blue eyes and begged, "Please let me deepthroat you? I want you to cum in my throat too, please. Dominate me." Before I could consider, she started to bob on my cock again. I turned slightly to watch in the mirror and knew she'd won as I soon felt my cock starting to harden in her mouth again.
"Okay Ellen. We can do this," I started, not stupid enough to turn this down, "but finish me quickly, I have to be in lessons."
Ellen paused, nodding with my cock in her mouth, she released me and said, āYou taste better too. This time you're in chargeā¦ā
Ellen ran her hands up my chest and rested them against my abdomen before moving them to my hips, bracing herself. I grabbed her hair, wrapping it through my hands before grabbing the sides of her head and started to fuck her face, slapping my balls against her chin, and then all at once, pushed hard, pulling her head forcefully and shoving my cock down her throat. Ellen's body convulsed, choking on my cock as it pushed into her throat. I watched in the mirror again as her nose mashed against my pelvis before I let her back up. Ellen gasped for air. I looked down at her, "Are you sure you want this?"
Ellen looked up, her eyes watering as she nodded, "Yes, I want to feel you cumming in my throat." She continued to breathe hard.
I pushed back into her mouth. I fucked her face, pushing half way in and out with each stroke. "Play with my balls Ellen. Squeeze them."
My obedient pupil grabbed my balls with one of her tiny hands, fondling and squeezing, although a bit too hard at times. "I'm getting close, Ellen." I warned, feeling my climax mounting again. Ellen moaned and I could feel the vibrations of her voice in my cock as she did.
I continued to fuck her mouth, "Suck harder. Push your tongue hard against it!" I ordered, getting dangerously close now. I felt the increased pressure on my cock as she did as told. I looked into the mirror again. Ellen had drool hanging from her chin and one of her hands was now between her legs as she touched herself. She was loving this. That was all it took to get me over the ledge. I felt my balls tighten and I tightened my grip on her head. I was there, "I'm cumming!" I cried out as I pushed hard, pulling her head as I mashed her face against my body. The immediate pressure on the head of my cock as it slid into her throat was indescribable, intensifying my orgasm as I ejaculated into her throat.
Ellen's body jerked, fighting against the gagging as she starved for air. I looked into the mirror and saw her swallowing, then saw her body shake more, her feet lifting from the floor and her hands making fists in the air. I wasn't finished but I knew she needed air so I pulled back, hearing a loud gasp and cough as I grabbed my cock and jerked it, coated with her saliva. The next spurt of cum shot across her face as she opened her mouth wider, trying to get me inside again. I put the head into her lips and continued shooting. Ellen closed her mouth in an attempt to swallow but soon choked again and let some spill down onto her chest.
When I was done, I pulled back and lifted her head and she looked up at me. She had drool and cum leaking down her chin, cum on her face and chest, all the way down between her legs, her eyes were watering, and still she was one of the sexiest women I'd ever laid eyes on. I reached for the shirt she'd discarded previously and I cleaned her face and chest.
Ellen looked at me, "That wasn't what I thought it would be like." She said quietly.
My heart sank, thinking I'd been too rough and gone too far with her. "No?" I asked, "too much?"
"No, not too much. I just didn't expect it." She then clarified, "Well, too much cum, yes! But not too much of a thing." She finished. "Next time I'll know what to expect."
I was relieved that she wasn't upset that I'd done what I had. In fact, I was excited again that she was talking about us doing it again another time.
Ellen pointed at the clock, "It's late, and your classmates are probably already waiting for you." Her voice sounded pouty but tired.
I dressed quickly, kissed Ellen and thanked her for an amazing morning and told her that I looked forward to giving her those other surprises soon. She grinned and nodded, "Me too. Now get going. I have things to do, places to go and people to see."
I blew her a kiss and she grabbed it from the air, placing it adoringly upon her sexy lips. I headed to the spare room, gathered my books and rushed out. I couldn't wait for the evening when I could get back together with my little vixen now that we lived on our own. I had my own place, sex with the best girl in Uni and I should have been happy. But I still wanted so much more⦠like my Mom had said, maybe if I just kept on chipping away, one day I would get lucky, and Eleanor would love me just as much as I loved her.
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I brought us some Chinese food on the way home from Uni later that evening and hoped that Ellen had had time during the day to visit the chemist. I doubted that she had but hoped she might because thoughts of my seed, being blasted past her cervix, invading Ellen's uterus, preoccupied my mind in every single class. Images of millions of my sperm entering her womb. Spiraling forward, following some unknown impulse, like it knew the direction. Almost guided by a magnetic pull. Ellen's egg being released into her fallopian tube, drifting downward from the very top of her womb, slowly descending, all the while emitting a specific chemical marker to attract my little swimmers. My sperm homing in, as if the pull of the magnet was getting stronger. Now accelerating as a group of sperm moved away from the rest of the semen within Ellen's womb. One sperm got lucky, it spiraled forward, locked in on the pull it sensed, guided ever so better than its competition, to meet Eleanor's egg. Her egg allowed my sperm to wriggle itself into it and as it did it released its genetic code deep within. Our DNA combining just as it should, as Eleanor correctly surmised: Our destiny. And as the afternoon wore on the egg would come to rest against Ellenās soft uterine lining and began to implant itself. The pretty blonde girl I was madly in love with would conceive.Ā
I shivered. Even in the heat of late summer I felt a chill. Perhaps that was the deal, Ellen felt hot when we made love⦠but it would leave me feeling cold? If she wasn't going to go on the pill then I would need to start using condoms! Anal sex with her was great but I didn't want that to replace vaginal intercourse with her. Maybe she would see some sense in our predicament. Either way, I was looking forward to sharing our first meal in our home, together at last, followed by a night of sin.Ā
As I approached the apartment building I saw that the spare room light was on and figured that Ellen had beaten me home. I headed to the building and through the main doors. As soon as I was inside our apartment I headed for the kitchen and began unpacking the food. It turned out that I was mistaken. Ellen did not answer to her name and so I prepped the meal and popped it in the oven ready for reheating. That's when I remembered the spare room light was on. Since the walls weren't that thick in our building I immediately walked over into the short hallway that divided the bedrooms and the bathroom. I could clearly hear the sounds of the two people talking in the spare room. I ducked into our bedroom and listened through the separating wall.
One of the voices was Ellen⦠the other⦠a male. Although I could hear them talking their voices were very muffled other than Eleanor's occasional laughing. This went on for a few minutes when everything seemed to go quiet. I began to get nervous, imagining anything and everything. It was probably just her Dad paying a visit. Or perhaps she was studying with a friend from Uni. It was probably all very innocent⦠but I couldn't bring myself to shout out or barge in. Ellen was allowed her privacy. This was her home too. We weren't⦠a couple⦠we were just⦠friends. I felt nauseous. I picked up my phone, dialing her number, hoping to politely let her know I had brought home food. Sitting on our bed I could clearly hear the faint ringing of her phone from the spare bedroom. After six rings I was directed right to her voice mail. She had her phone with her and didn't make a single effort to pick it up. Standing there for another few minutes I still hadn't heard a single sound. Worried, I headed back into the hallway. At first I was going to knock on the door and find out what was going on but I quickly lost my nerve in that plan almost as soon as I thought of it. So I headed back outside.
At the back of each apartment was a small patio with a wooden partition to give you privacy from the neighbour. Each one had access from the apartment via sliding glass doors. Looking around the corner to see if she was visible in the spare bedroom I could see no one. I was still hoping for the best until something caught my eye. Looking in I could see what appeared to be the dark green shirt Ellen had planned to wear laying across the arm of a chair and what looked like the black heeled boots she liked to wear lying nearby. Stepping onto the patio to get a better look I saw something else on the floor near the door to the hallway. It was a black bra. Just like one which I had seen many times on Eleanor. Yet there was no one around. Silently stepping off the patio I could see light coming from the lamp on the bedside table but the bed was out of sight. Walking as softly and quietly as possible I approached the window. The curtains were wide open. Kneeling down so I was below the sill I slowly peaked up over the edge into the room. I almost collapsed from shock.
There was Ellen lying on her back on the bed topless a mere couple of feet away from me. A black man was on her right side. He had her right breast in his hand rubbing it as his lips were wrapped around her pale pink nipple sucking and licking. His other hand was up under her skirt, moving around up by her crotch. He was fingering her. Ellen just lay there, her eyes closed with a look of pleasure on her cute face. The bedroom window was closed so I was unable to pick up any sounds except every now and then Ellen would moan loud enough for me to hear. I wasn't sure what to do. I knew I should stop this but there was no way I could⦠like it or not, Ellen wasn't my girlfriend. I suddenly realised she could see anyone she pleased, she was not committed to me in any way and I felt light headed and sick to my stomach.Ā
I also thought I probably shouldn't be watching this but for some reason I couldn't seem to drag myself away. What I think I found most strange of all was the feeling of being turned on, just as I had when I had first encountered her in the garden several months ago. What I found to be the hottest part was the contrast of his dark skin against Eleanor's pale white. A movie director couldnāt have crafted a better scene and I could feel my cock gradually growing in my pants. I couldn't believe the effect seeing this was having on me - I felt enraged, powerless, heartbroken and horny. It was as if I was losing my mind, then the black man lifted himself above my beloved on his strong, muscular arms and I recognised him; This was the same young man I had spied screwing her by the pool back home. The not so ex-boyfriend.
He was at least my age but could have also been several years older, maybe even in his mid to late twenties, he was certainly taller and more powerfully built with short styled hair. He sat up taking his shirt off showing his large upper body muscles and Ellen smiled in appreciation. Sliding down the bed he reached over, placing both his hands at the waist band of Eleanor's skirt. Looking up at her he said something I was unable to hear but she smiled back at him and right away lifted her hips up off the bed. At that he pulled her skirt down her legs taking it off her body. Reaching back up he grabbed the sides of her panties. Lifting her hips again he pulled her panties down and off leaving her completely naked. My Eleanor was giving herself to him.
But she wasn't mine. She was never mine. The dark skinned young man now slid back up until his head was between her thighs. Looking up at her he lowered his face down to her vulva. I could tell by Eleanor's facial expressions that he was now licking her pussy. Ellen just lay there moaning. In a couple of minutes she had a heavy orgasm. She never came so quickly before. She told me he never went down on her but her boyfriend must have really known what the hell he was doing. He didn't stop there and in less than two minutes Ellen had another orgasm, this time screaming out loud as it hit. Her legs began to shake proving it to be a large one. Both her face and chest were now completely flushed as she laid there trying to catch her breath. Her nipples were hard and pointing proudly upon her perfect chest.
The black man leaned up asking her something at which Ellen just nodded her head in agreement. With a big grin on his face he moved off the end of the bed out of my view. Eleanor propped herself up looking at something on the other end of the room. All of a sudden she got this shocked look on her face, her mouth even dropped open a little and it looked almost as if she said 'oh my God.' I wasn't sure what could be making her react like that. The end of the bed was moving as I saw him climbing back on. I now realised what made Eleanor look so surprised and I felt the same way. He had removed the rest of his clothing now he was naked as well. Looking down I could see one of his hands slowly stroking his cock and, shit, he looked even bigger up close. He had to be nine inches long or damned close to it. On top of that it was thick, much thicker than mine. He just had an all around massive black cock and he was planning on putting it into my pretty Eleanor.Ā
For the first time I saw a flicker of doubt play across her face. Please Eleanor⦠tell him⦠explain to him⦠reject him! I could tell by her expression that she wasn't sure about doing this. The young man must have seen this too. He tried to relax her as the two of them had a short conversation. As this was going on he was edging himself a little at a time up in-between Ellen's legs until finally he was above her. They seemed to be disagreeing about something. He sighed and nodded, placing a finger over her mouth as if to quiet her down. He stood up and retrieved a familiar packet from the dresser as she moved up to the center of the bed. He tore the packet open and handed the contraceptive to her. I was glad to see that she was going to make him wear a condom, I knew she was not on any birth control. I knew my seed still swam in the depths of her womb. He moved between her legs and she rolled the condom onto his impressively long penis. He nudged her knees apart with his own and propped himself up with his arms as she guided his rubber covered black cock to her entrance. He said the only words I was able to understand. I looked as if he said the words "Just relax."
He moved his hand back down to his cock as his arm was moving around adjusting something. I figured at that point he was lining the head of his dick up with Eleanor's pussy. Eleanor began talking again as the young man started pushing his hips down towards Ellen. At that point he must have penetrated her since she went silent biting her lower lip and tightened up her face. Slowly he worked his cock into her already wet vagina, as she wrapped her legs around his waist. They started to pump in unison, like a well-practiced team. I watched as his cock slid almost all of the way out. The condom was coated with her vaginal fluids making it clear and shiny. Well at least he was in a condom⦠at least that was something.Ā
By now my own cock was rock hard, pulling it out I began playing with it as I watched her boyfriend slowly working his massive black cock into Eleanor. A little at a time he got deeper as I could see their pelvis getting closer together until after several minutes they were touching as their crotches met. Her frizzy, strawberry blonde pubes tangled with his mat of black curls. I was amazed that he fit most if not all of his massive cock inside of Ellen. I have no doubt she was too. The young man just held himself there I assume to allow Eleanor to get used to his large size and I could tell Ellen was gradually relaxing under him. He then started moving in and out a little at a time taking it slow. Ellen's face changed from an uncomfortable look to one of pleasure. Steadily her black lover picked up his pace as she got more used to having something so big inside her.
Ellen was now moaning and the faster and harder he thrust the louder she became. Reaching up Eleanor grabbed both of his large black arms wrapping her small white hands around as best she could to hold on. I was so close I could see her fingernails rake at his biceps. In mere moments she had both of her legs wrapped around his back too. This also gave me a slight view of his dick sliding in an out of my dream woman. He increased his pace, fucking her hard, his muscles tensing and relaxing. My blonde housemate was moaning so loudly with each thrust that she was almost screaming in pleasure. The entire bed was rocking back and forth as well. I was completely mesmerised as I stood there watching the young black man fucking Eleanor's brains out with his huge cock. I'm still not sure what I thought was so hot about watching another man having sex with Ellen. Maybe it was just seeing her being given so much pleasure. Perhaps it was the illicit voyeurism of seeing such a beautiful woman having sex ā it certainly beat any porn I had ever seen. It might even have been the extreme colour difference between them, her pale complexion and platinum blonde hair contrasting with his dark skin and black hair⦠or maybe it was all of the above.Ā
This made me concentrate on my masturbation, I was jerking my cock very, very, very fast, even using my own saliva to lubricate my penis. My cockhead was already a little sticky, but I knew it was just the precum, so I kept violently pumping in time to the rise and fall of the sculpted black ass between my Eleanor's legs. My pumping did make sight sound ā like a very soft clapping of hands ā I am sure any of my neighbours out on their own decks would have heard it too. Open windows were just a few feet away from me. Maybe someone heard them, maybe someone heard me ā but I cared not, I just wanted my own release to comeā¦
The black man increased the speed of his pistoning hips, his balls were swinging back and forth between her thighs. Ellenās pert titties were jiggling in time and I worked my cock at the same pace. Ellen reached orgasm first and as she arched her back beneath her boyfriend in extreme ecstasy, my own climax was triggered. My balls tightened and my cock swelled.
"Yes, yes, yes," she screamed, "oh yesssss." Ellen's body went rigid as she orgasmed again, spasms racing through her body, trembling against her boyfriend, her tight cunt squeezing his big cock.
"Oh fuck," I gasped as I orgasmed too, my sperm rushing up my shaft and exploding out of my cock. It blasted powerfully from my slit like a fountain ā as if the entire build up of sexual energy caused by watching them have sex was released all at once ā and in a couple seconds I was spurting my unwanted seed against the bedroom window. I was actually shuddering and lost all sense for several seconds.Ā
Even after finishing myself off I continued to watch them as the young man kept up his assault on Ellen. He must have had some great self control as he had been at it for nearly ten minutes but I sensed that he was nearing his own orgasm. His movements began to change, becoming more shallow as his face had a determined expression. I could hear him grunting with each push now. It would be only a matter of seconds.
He tensed and thrust deeply into Eleanor, holding himself inside her as he let out a loud deep moan. His entire body went stiff and I saw his balls rise and his penis pulse. I knew he must be cumming. I pictured the young man's cock inside the condom, inside my Elenor's vagina, as he pumped his semen into the end. At least the young man's virile sperm wasn't competing with my own in Ellen's fertile womb. I suddenly found myself wishing that I had already got Ellen pregnant⦠that his powerful sperm couldn't fertilise the love of my life. I was very thankful that Ellen insisted he use some form of contraception.Ā
After a few minutes the black man's body was fully relaxed. Extracting himself from my housemates snatch, he pulled himself off the blissful looking blonde, his huge dick hanging flaccid between his legs. Even soft, her boyfriend's penis was larger than mine when hard. The used rubber was all stretched out and hanging down from his cock, the large tip full of this creamy spunk. He pulled the rubber off with one hand he gently tied and flung the overfilled condom to the waste bin.Ā
Without saying a word to the semiconscious Eleanor he left heading for the bathroom. Ellen sat up as if waking from a coma and reached for a few tissues from the night table. Putting them into a large ball in her hand she held it down between her legs wiping herself as Eleanor tried to keep her own juices from leaving telltale evidence of their copulation on the spare bed. When the young man returned she jumped up keeping the tissues over her crotch to take her turn in the bathroom. While she was away he checked his phone, pulled on his boxers and lay on the bed. In a short time Eleanor came out of the bathroom and lay in his arms on the crumpled bed sheets. A few minutes after their coupling Ellen and her black lover were talking but I couldn't understand a word. Ellen said something that he seemed to agree with. She playfully exited the bed and searched for her discarded clothing. I watched as she bent down, picking up her panties and bra, and when she was back in her lingerie he rose from the bed and held her in his powerful arms. They kissed like lovers do and then both began to get dressed. I hoped they wouldn't spot that I had painted the window with streaks of my own sticky, pearlescent offering to their fornication as I slipped into the darkness.Ā Ā
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Ellen and her boyfriend appeared only moments after I noisily announced my arrival through the front door. I made a fuss in the kitchen as they both entered the room. The oven was on and the aroma of chinese food permeated the room.
āOh, did you bring us home some Chinese? Yummy!ā She gleefully announced from behind me. Ellen stepped forward to me and gave me a peck on the cheek and a quick squeeze, then turned around to introduce the man who had followed her through the door and shut it.
"Hey, this is Jerome - he's⦠an old friend. I said he could come and see my new place." Up close I could see Jerome was a little older than myself, black, very well groomed with a neat business suit. A touch taller than six feet, and had his hair cut short, but you could tell he took care of himself - I bet he worked out in the gym. He had presence, too - and charm.
Jerome smiled disarmingly and put his other hand forward to shake. "Nice to meet you, Jeff, I've heard a lot about you and this is a great apartment," he said. I smiled back and shook his hand. Firm, manly, and yes, dominant. Here was a man who was successful.
Ellen smiled brightly and said "Come on in, is there enough food for three?" She still wore the same dress and even in the hallway lighting, you could clearly see more than a decent woman would show, and her nipples were making small peaks. They walked past me in the hallway and went through into the lounge. I followed them in and they sat down next to each other on the sofa. Eleanor flashed me a beautiful smile and said, "Open us up a bottle of that nice red, won't you?"Ā
I said "Sure thing" and went to get it. We put our wine in the cool cupboard at the back of the kitchen, so it would take a short while. I could hear their voices, his low and quiet, hers higher and a little giggly. It took me a few minutes to find the right bottle, I knew which one she meant - we were given it as a moving in present from my Dad and we were going to save it for a special occasion. I guess she'd decided tonight was that special event. As I stood up I realised I could no longer hear voices. I clomped back through the kitchen and got three wine glasses and a corkscrew. I took the cork out - strictly speaking red wine should breathe for a while, but we're not wine snobs and I didn't think she would mind so I took it straight in. As I entered, I could see them look up startled and in a second took in the facts. The lights had been dimmed, Ellen's dress was now pulled up higher than when I'd left, her nipples were sticking out even further, and Jerome's fingers were wet. Again, I said nothing and passed Jerome one of the glasses, which he took with his sticky fingers, wrapping them around the bowl of the glass, just brushing against my own. I then passed the second glass to Ellen before setting my own down on the table. That I hadn't said anything about what was obviously going on seemed to please Jerome and he noticeably relaxed while I poured first Ellen's drink, then his and then my own. She was already confident I wasn't going to make a scene, but this was the first time Jerome and I had met, and by now it was clear he was her lover and I wasn't even competition.
I sat down in the comfy chair and we chatted about simple things, the day's weather, how busy work was for each of us and the day's news. This only took five minutes or so and when conversation petered out, Ellen took the remote and turned the tv's sound back on. We all sat back and watched some fairly bland sitcom. From my angle, I couldn't really see them that well other than they were sitting very close and seemed to be quite fidgety. I topped up her glass once, but when I held the bottle of Jerome's he covered it with his hand and said "No thanks, I've got to drive home."
With that he stood up, thanked me for the meal and Ellen walked him to his car. She was gone only a few minutes and when she returned we cleaned the dishes and polished off the bottle of wine. I guess we were both feeling woozy that night so as soon as we climbed into bed together⦠we fell asleep. Eleanor felt like a furnace lying next to me. I just felt cold.
I woke to an empty bed.
The side she fell asleep on was cold and the sheet was crumpled. I rolled over expecting to find her and didn't. Where did she go? Was she back with him? I thought we had such a wonderful relationship, one of the best friendships in the history of humankind. But as I looked at the empty side of the bed, I thought about last night. Thatās why it was such a shock to wake up alone. We needed to talk. I needed to tell her what I had seen⦠that I knew⦠I needed her to convince me I should be okay with it. But I only had my own dark thoughts to keep me company. I listened hard to hear if she were elsewhere in the apartment, but it was silent. I had to feel sad and maybe a little hurt. It didn't feel like it was over. There was nothing about yesterday that rang false. Ellen was Ellen, true to her nature, although I denied it I knew she had a boyfriend. I knew we⦠were always just good friends. We blended so perfectly. I couldnāt help but think that I had done something wrong!
I had. I had watched them. I erased that thought furiously. When I was younger and something didnāt work out, I tended to blame myself. It was insecurity nothing more. It took a while, but I finally learned that I might not be perfect, but just because things donāt work didn't mean it was my fault. The problem was I had never met someone like Ellen, we clicked so effortlessly, like two sides of the same coin. It took some resolve, but I was determined not to feel sorry for myself.
Ellen was incredible, but I guess her love life didnāt include me in it. Which really was a shame. While it was tempting to shrug my shoulders and dismiss the day and especially the night, I couldnāt just let it go so easily. I got up, showered, and in the mirror it came back harder when I saw the nail marks on my shoulder and neck. I could feel her passion all over again. There was passion, I was sure of it. The most consummate actress in the world couldnāt have put on that performance. I dried myself off and decided to remain naked as the morning temperature began to rise. As I reached the kitchen I saw a note on the counter - āEarly lecture. Back at 6. xoxā
I headed for the spare room. It still smelled of their illicit sex. The bed sheets smelled of their combined perfume and cologne, and their sweat. I turned my head to the waste bin, I walked over to it, opened the lid and sure enough, the tissues in there most certainly smelled of Ellenās cum. My heart was beating so fast. This was a rush. I couldn't believe she didn't dispose of this; the evidence of her secret rendezvous. I retrieved their used condom from the bin. I could see the pool of his oh-so creamy cum collected in the end of the rubber. He fucked my Eleanor with this! Her pussy juices still lingered on the outside. Jerome, the mature, black stud fucked Ellen, just a few feet away from me on the other side of the window which was still painted in splattered deposits of my drying ejaculate. He came in her pussy, and she must've felt his cock throb inside her as it spewed its hot, sticky load⦠into this.
I was struck with curiosity as I dangled the heavily laden contraceptive from my hand. I carefully undid the knot in the condom, and put my finger inside, moving it around in the cold cummy fluid. I took my finger out, covered in his seed, and brought it to my lips. It tasted salty, not unlike my own. I wanted my penis inside Ellen, not his. I wanted my cock to be in this condom, not his. I was, of course, fully erect as their passion played out in my mind. His back buttocks clenching and unclenching with each thrust, her tits jolting with each impact. His rubber clad penis stretching her pretty pussy. I gradually slid the condom on, over my own throbbing member, being careful not to tear it. I massaged the head of my dick, it was an amazing feeling how slick and lubricated it was by his cum.
I left the room and walked towards our bedroom; We had a full length mirror. I am astounded that I could do this. It was quite a sight. This would not be the surprise she was expecting but I took some pictures of the scene with my phone to preserve the memory. I flicked the camera to record and started jacking. It was a wonderful feeling and I knew I wasn't going to last long. With no one around to hear me, I started moaning. Some of Jerome's cum managed to leak out all over my balls, which I began stroking with my other hand. Delectable. I could feel my orgasm building, my scrotum tightening. My moans growing louder. I stared at the tip of my cock intently, being repeatedly submersed in his cum. I increased my pace on my cock and soon felt the surge of pleasure as sperm rushed up the length of my slippery tool. I arched my body backwards as I climaxed and watched, amazed, as I ejaculated several jets of fresh semen into the straining condom. My eyes were wide open in awe as I saw my seed adding to and mixing with his. It felt sublime⦠like I was regaining control. There were orgasmic pulses running through my cock, and my asshole was twitching. I spurted the last of my sticky goo, filling the overused condom even more with hot boy-cum. It was utterly erotic to see my own sperm pooling into the heavily laden, translucent, latex.Ā
I couldn't believe how naughty I was being and switched off the video. Once I finished, still basking in the afterglow of the situation, I returned the condom and everything else with pinpoint accuracy to where I found it. The only difference being that now the load of jizz in the condom was considerably larger, thanks to my deposit.
I dressed, grabbed a damp dishcloth, and went outside to wipe down the window. Afterwards, I couldnāt stop myself from retracing my steps. I walked from Uni to my apartment, so I walked back and went into the university on the pretense of handing in an assignment, but it was pretty empty, the lunch crowd was just starting. I went to a cafĆ©, much slower this time because the sky was sunny, even if I wasnāt. I went in and had a cup of coffee, it was a bit early for wine even if I felt like I wanted something a bit stronger.
Ellen was, and always had been in control of our relationship. I couldn't even say that she had deceived me. She had been quite explicit about how our love lives would be. I had eagerly agreed to her terms and now, I needed to accept them or move on. I knew this day would come. My heart was broken⦠but maybe it always had been and I was just in denial. It was hard, either solution before me had the potential to destroy me. I wanted more than she was prepared to give. I was the one at fault here. I kept walking aimlessly and ended up at Ellen's campus, my imagination hoping she would pop out of one of the buildings and everything would be okay, but it wasnāt going to happen. I couldn't get that lucky. I slowly headed back to my apartment, wondering if I would ever be the same again.
Get Lucky continues in Chapter 2 āTwinsā














