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Authors name: Gentlerain (smoky7@peoplepc.com)
Story title : Eleanor and William: The Plot
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Eleanor and William: The Plot (MF, rom, inc, 1st)
by Gentlerain (smoky7@peoplepc.com)
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His revenge for the rape of his sister is complete.
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Bill woke the next morning to the pleasant feeling of a
slight tickling sensation on his bare member. Ellie was
there leaning over him dragging her long lavish hair back
and forth across his body an impish smile on her face.
"Good morning lover, did you sleep well William?" she
asked.
"Yes Ellie, except for the dream, a lusty female used me,
over and over again, nearly exhausting me, then she hosed
me down with warm water and later chained me to her bed,"
smiling as he spoke.
"Hmm, this could be an indication of deep physiological
problems, I wonder, should I examine you William,"
grinning as she spoke.
"Oh please, would you, but you're to kind aunt Ellie,"
laughing.
Laughing, she lightly slapped his hip, and William
feigned an injured cry and flinch of his body.
With his best, injured, I am hurt look, he said, "I
believe they refer to that as child abuse Ellie." He was
laughing again as he spoke.
"William you're horrible, you tease," she said as swept
low to plant a warm kiss on his cool lips. She let her
hand roam to find his semi erect member, and gave him a
tender loving squeeze before rising from the bed.
"I have made mocha for you lover, would you like some
breakfast this morning Bill," she asked.
"No Ellie, but a piece of toast would be nice," he told
her.
She stood against the light, streaming through the
balcony doors, and every delicious curve of her body was
highlighted for his inspection. She was wearing a one
piece, sheer baby doll affair of burnt orange, it's rich
color lay splendidly against her light tan. He could
clearly see the curvaceous puff of her sweet mound and
couldn't wait to taste that delectable spice again.
"Ellie, you must be the most beautiful and elegant woman
in the world," he told her, as his eyes caressed the
gentle lines of her body.
She smiled and giggled again, "Thank you for thinking so
William."
He could see from the glow in her face she was pleased as
he rose from the bed. He kicked off his shorts, and moved
toward her completely naked, his now stiff member swaying
heavily as he advanced.
With his hands behind her head, he drew her face to his
lips and found the sweetness of her mouth. He slipped his
hardness between her legs and moved slightly forward
eliciting a soft moan from deep in her. She kissed him
back even as a warm flush of desire blushed her lovely
body, leaving her heated and weak.
Bill swept Eleanor up in his arms carried her to the bed
and tossed her in the middle. The little night garment
had wound up around her waste exposing her completely.
Bill grabbed her wrist holding them to the bed, as he
positioned himself with his flinching member between her
legs.
"Oh no! is it rape again William?" she teased.
"And more, sweet, sweet, Ellie," he answered.
He began a slow movement against her body, his hot cock
in direct contact with her hard clit. She struggled to
free her hands, to facilitate her physical expressions of
passion, but William would have none of this. Yet her
very movements as she struggled, only increased those
beautiful sensations, that now compounded her wetness. He
continued until he could sense both her urgency and her
frustration.
"William, please dear, put it in me, I'm ready, believe
me love," she polity told him.
"But dear... sweet... Ellie, you're not nearly ready
yet," he said, as he raised his mouth from her hard
nipples. The junction between her legs now sopping.
"She looked at him with fire in her green eyes," and
said. "You mean to make me beg then," she asked?
"I do indeed my precious nymph, like a common whore," he
told her.
"I won't you know," she replied smugly.
"Oh... but precious, you will indeed beg, intently," he
told her, before moving his mouth to her mound.
William dipped the tip, of his hot tongue into the valley
of her vulva, and lightly began to probe, the warm spicy
garden of her fertile triangle. Still holding her wrist,
he made long steady lapping strokes, from her vagina to
her clit, periodically biting lightly at her outer lips
as he went. She was beginning to quiver now and make
those sweet little cooing sounds, he loved to hear.
"When you're pleased to have me mount you, you know what
needs to be done," he told her mockingly, after a few
more moments had passed.
She was arching against his face, her body shaking as she
spoke, "William please, for Gods sake, fuck me...
please!"
"In a moment Ellie, when I'm finished here love," he told
her sternly.
The sensation of his mouth on her organ was maddening,
"The bastard was deliberately frustrating her," she knew.
But, oh God, it did feel so wonderful, all she wanted
now, was to feel him fill her, feel him fuck her
savagely. She knew that she would do whatever he asked to
achieve satisfaction, she had become the slut of her
rapist, but she didn't care.
She had experienced more passion, and genuine human
emotion, over the last 24 hours than she had in years.
She was alive again, and would do whatever was necessary
to remain that way, and to keep her William at her side.
The heat inside her consuming her mind, she ached between
her legs, her entire body, spirit, and mind, trembled for
release, "she would beg she thought, gladly."
"Fuck me William, fuck me like the slut I am! Use me as
the whore you want me to be, please Bill, make me come,
I'll do anything for you baby... anything... just help
me!" she pleaded.
He knew she was ready now, rolling off of her, he rolled
her to her side, in front of him. He raised her top leg
slightly to gain access to her passageway, and began to
enter her from behind. Before he had completely
penetrated her body, she cried out, shaking her head, as
she ripped at the bed sheets with her nails. She lay
there quivering against him, as the tremors softly
subsided in her sated flesh.
When the storm had stilled it's raging breath, and
awareness returned, she moved to face him, with tears in
her eyes, she kissed him gently on the mouth, repeatedly
as she lightly stroked the side of his neck with her
nails. She lay as close to him as she could, whispering
terms of endearment in is ear, and telling him once again
she loved him.
She moved to her back, and smiled up at him, as she held
out her arms. With her long, graceful legs, opened up to
accommodate her lovers body, her feet flat on the bed,
she reached down and guided his hot member to her dewy
opening. She cried out with the suddenness of his entry,
but not by reason of pain. It was incredible to her, that
her body was ready to go off again this soon, she sensed
from her bodies stirring it would not take long.
The feel of Ellie's hot cunt on his hard cock thrilled
William to the depths of his soul. Her Vaginal passage
swollen with blood from her orgasm was much softer and
pliable than normal, his movements in her made him tingle
all along his shaft. Eleanor was flicking his nipple with
her sharp nail sending intense little lightening bolts
directly to his cock, building the sexual energy in his
sac, and taking him to verge of eruption.
He was pounding her relentlessly now, his beast
temporarily in control. The forceful battering of his
thrust set Ellie free from the mundane physical realm,
she watched from somewhere outside, as she exploded in a
frenzy of movement and sound, as both thunder and wind
tore through her body, purifying, and cooling her. She
didn't know how many times she came, she only knew she
had never been fucked like this before, never in her life
came with such unrestrained intensity. "How could William
know how to do this," she thought.
Looking up she asked him, "When you come William, please
try to keep your eyes open, I want to watch," her voice
gentle with her request. Then she reached behind him, and
slowly with deliberation, drug one sharp nail across his
anal opening. The shock of her movement drove poor
William into her with such ferocity, that her head was
driven upward into her pillows, and her breast rocked
sharply.
William had been perched precariously on a high craggy
cleft, over a long endless valley, and it was her hand
that had pushed him over the edge. He was taken
completely by surprise and began to empty his fluids into
Eleanor's tiny opening. With each thundering stroke a
mighty gush of hot liquid spilled into her soft sex. But
even with the intensity of his ejaculation, he retained
enough presence of mind to fulfill his lover's request,
and never shut his eyes.
Eleanor felt his first powerful spasm, rip through his
body like a lightening bolt. Slaying his awareness, and
leaving only, that pure, primal animalistic drive to
complete. She felt the first wave of intense heat fill
her cavity, the power and heat of that first jetting
stream nearly took her breath away.
As she watched his face, she could suddenly see in those
exceedingly bright blue pools, everything about her young
lover she wanted to know. For in those turbulent waves of
blue, was held the tale of a young man's sorrow, his
love, hopes, and yes, even the innocence he had lavished
on her. He was hers now, she knew that. They had mated
and they were bound, in spirit anyway, if not in the
letter of the law, they were one. The knowledge of it
filled her with an indescribable joy, and gave her a deep
sense of completeness she had not felt before.
William rolled to his side and laid down when finished.
Ellie followed and as he reclined, she gently cleaned,
her fluids and his, from his softening cock with her
mouth, head lowered like a servant for her master. "And
wasn't she," she thought, held captive by her love,
restrained by her own need. No matter, it was a tender
act of love, not of servitude, for his young heart was
innocent, and felt only awe, wonder, and love when he
looked at her. She knew these things, as only a woman in
love can know them, through the eyes of her heart, and
radiance of her emotions.
She stood beside the bed, after letting him recoup,
admiring the well cut lean body of her handsome nephew.
She was unconcerned with what he had done to her last
night, she was glad now that he had come. She was
hopelessly in love with him, she knew that one day some
lovely young girl would take him from her. Though still
distant from here, how she already dreaded that event.
She would finish William, teach him the ways of this
world, give him a fine career. When the parting came he
would be a man, well able to fend for himself, and the
ones he loved. She would do that for William, and she
would always be there for him, no matter what.
"Rouse yourself tiger, I need to feed you," she said, as
she took hold of his hand and tugged.
"I could eat a horse Ellie," he told her smiling, as he
sat up. Then he wrapped his arms around her middle
drawing her to him. He placed the side of his face on her
chest and hugged her. As she stroked his locks of auburn
and smiled.
She made him simple eggs, basted in butter and white
wine, with the smallest hand full of tomatoes, and smoked
bacon fragments, dark toast, and of course his much loved
mocha. She smiled inwardly as she watched him wolf down
his modest breakfast.
When he noticed her watching, he looked away, his cheeks
flamed, embarrassed by the ravenous culinary orgy, he had
displayed in her presence. "You're a wonderful cook
Ellie," he told her with a wide sheepish grin.
She moved behind his chair, kissed the top of his head
and gently massaged his shoulders and chest. She loved
the feel of his lean body beneath her hands, the smell of
him in her nostrils. As she caressed his body she felt
him reach around and lightly stroke her thigh.
"John will be home Monday evening, I think it best, that
we confront him together," she told him as she continued
to run her hands over him.
"I want him to know you've had me, that I begged you to
fuck me, even before you raped me on the table. I want to
strip him of his pride, and leave his ego a smoldering,
dead, useless thing."
"God Ellie, I'm glad you love me," he told her laughing.
They rehearsed what would be said, when John returned
home and relaxed together, for a time. They fucked
several times over the weekend, and Eleanor even took her
young man to diner, they had a wonderful time together.
They stopped by his house once to check up on Sara who
was still mostly non responsive, but at least, dressing
and feeding herself now.
Monday arrived all to soon and when John returned home
Bill was comfortably reposed, at the great oak dinning
table, his shirt open at the top. Ellie was in the galley
getting them both a cold beer. She had dressed in the
loveliest blue dress she owned, very short, it was
clinging tightly to her curvaceous round hips, and came
extremely low over her full mature breast.
"Well hello Bill, didn't expect to see you here today,"
he said as he saw Bill sitting there.
"Hello John, how was your trip?" Ellie asked as she
walked in with the beverages.
"Oh it went, about, as I expected," he told her. "So
Bill, what brings you over this way, been awhile since
we've had the pleasure of your company," he asked, his
eyes narrow and suspicious.
"Actually, uncle John, I came over Friday evening to rape
your wife, and did such a marvelous job of it, that she's
asked me to stay on. She's been an excellent hostess, and
been very attentive to my every need, I'm quite taken
with her uncle John, she's such a hot little slut," he
told him, a mocking sneer on his lips.
"What? You didn't," he said in disbelief.
"Oh, but he did John, he beat my ass painfully after I
resisted, then taunted me with his tongue, taking me to
edge of madness. He worked so long on my body, that I
shamelessly begged him to fuck me, promising to do
anything for him he if he did. I even sucked his cock,
John, it's a huge wonderful organ our William has."
She spoke as she seated herself in Williams lap, her
dress high on her shapely legs, her limbs only slightly
parted. "I came screaming John, I don't even know for
sure, how many orgasm's I attained. I whimpered, moaned,
and cried, like a common whore, and have never been so
fulfilled in my life. I can't wait to do it again!" she
told him.
"You bitch, you fucked your own nephew?" His tone was
accusatorial, and his eyes narrow with hate.
"Yes uncle John, she most assuredly did, numerous times
this weekend. She's a very loving and sensitive woman,
and owns an entire sea full, of boiling passion. She even
swallowed my come John, she surrendered her body, will,
and love to me." Bill spoke as his hand slid up Ellie's
dress finding her mound, where Bill began to gently
manipulate her sex as her husband looked on.
John's eyes filled with lust as watched William, rubbing
his wife's heated mound, it both enraged and excited him.
"I have found Eleanor to be a healthy sexual animal John,
which leaves me somewhat perplexed. It's difficult for me
to understand, why a man with a mate like yours, would
feel the need to rape my helpless little sister. I was
wondering if you might shed some light on that for me
John."
"She threw it out me that's why, like a slut!" he said
angrily.
Eleanor jumped to her feet, "You lying cock sucker!" she
hissed, as she advanced, like a lion about to pounce. The
fires of hell itself raged behind her green eyes,
dramatically elevating both their color and brightness.
Her words were hurled at him like small sharp daggers as
she spoke, her voice dripping venom.
"Sara, wouldn't know how to tease, you bastard! You're
finished here John, we won't prosecute you because we
want to spare Sara the humiliation and publicity. But if
you attempt to fuck with me in any way, I'll completely
ruin you John." She was enraged to the point of
trembling, with no remorse and no fear showing.
As John turned to leave, William said, "I want you to
remember as you're out there looking for companionship in
the days ahead, that I'll be here, using my tongue and
cock, on your beautiful Eleanor. Enjoying the rapturous
oratory of her orgasm's, inhaling the sweet spicy odor,
of her wet heat, and enjoying myself immensely, in your
bed.
"Fuck you William," and with that he left.
"The low life bastard," Ellie breathed as he left.
"I'd say his ego had been rocked Ellie."
Eleanor returned to William's lap, they sipped their beer
and made plans for themselves. Then all at once, Ellie
asked him the strangest question. "William, did you ever
fantasize about me before Friday?"
"Yes Ellie, I did, and felt terribly guilty about it
after I masturbated," he told her, with crimson cheeks
aglow, and wide smile. I caught a glimpse of your bare
breast once, and couldn't sleep for three night's after.
"Oh, that's so wicked Bill, and very sweet," she told
him, with a giggle.
"Was that the only time William," she asked him with a
low sultry pitch?
"No," he replied.
"Well then," she prodded.
"Ellie I couldn't, it's to embarrassing," he told her.
"Yes I know you're shy," I will season and temper the
manhood I gave you beyond that, later. "Please share with
me William," she pleaded softly.
He looked up at her, looking and sounding so much like a
curious teenage girl. He knew then, he would never be
able resist her, she would melt him at will, anytime she
pleased.
"I was thirteen," he began. "Mom had sent me with the
page from a catalogue, on it a beautiful fur coat was
advertised on sale. I stormed through your front door
without even knocking. I ran into the kitchen, which was
empty, and then into your living room, it was there that
I found you. You had lain down and drifted off to sleep,
you looked beautiful laying there, you wore a light
floral dress. Your legs were up at the knees and the
dress had slide completely down your thigh, you had the
loveliest pair of bright blue satin panties on. I stood
there in awe, yours where the first real bare legs I had
ever seen. I stood there looking at you wanting to put my
hand on those slick panties, but didn't. in a moment or
two you stirred, scaring the heck out of me and I ran
out, with my hard on. I never forgot that day or the
bright blue panties."
She had been watching him intently, and when he finished,
she had a smile on her lips. She placed her arms around
his neck, looked into his bright blues and softly kissed
his mouth. "Thank you Bill, for telling me, I loved the
story," she told him.
There is someplace I want to take you next weekend, about
an hour from here. You'll drive, and we will be a couple
that evening, some one I have had business dealings with
in the past, has a very exclusive private club, I want
you to go there with me.
"Sure Ellie, I would going out on a date with you," as he
smiled.
"You should probably go check on our Sara. I won't be
able to see you again until Friday Bill, and I will miss
you," she said.
They stood at the doorway kissing, their hands seeking
the last warmth from each other. Not really wanting to
part, lingering until the very last possible moment.
Eleanor, her teeth teasing his ear lob again, whispered,
"I love you William, as I have never loved another, thank
you for this weekend."
"I Love you Ellie, and their has never been another," he
told her. See you next weekend.
She watched him as he turned and walked away, saw him
turn around once, pause, then wave goodbye. She knew
then, she would do anything to keep him, no matter what
it took. She would hold him as long as she could, he made
her life rich again.
William turned and looked back at Ellie, before the
darkness completely engulfed him. She was beautiful
standing there, a glow on her face, and a hint of sadness
in her green eyes, that he didn't understand. He turned,
and passed into the darkness, guided by the light of
those stirring stars above, a smile on his face, and a
glow in his spirit.
Continued in The Club.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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