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All of Ellie
by M. Copperplate (milescopperplate@aol.com)
***
Young Ellie wants me to marry her, but before this can
happen, she must prove she is willing to give herself
to me completely. This is the story of our courtship
and how I made a game out of her complete and utter
submission. (MF, mc, oral, anal, rom)
***
My name is Donald, Donald Murphy. I am 27 years old and
I am a possessive man. I cannot say whether or not
this, being possessive, is a major flaw in my
character. It is part of who I am. Deal with it.
In truth, I never knew I even had a possessive streak
until I met my Ellie. We have been married for eight
weeks now and could not be happier. We stand at the
cusp of immensely rewarding careers in our chosen
professions and our days are filled with shared visions
of the nice things we will own and the beautiful
children we will make. Our nights are filled only with
each other, as you might expect of newlyweds.
Our lovemaking is frequent, heartfelt and primal, and I
know, we know, it will always be this way. I want to
tell the story of how Ellie and I found our place of
shared bliss. My intention is not necessarily to set
other couples on the right path. Believe what you want,
I am really not so full of myself. I just like telling
the story.
We met a little over a year ago at the university. She
was a 20 year old junior majoring in social work and I
was a third year law student. One Friday night, for
want of anything better to do, I attended a mixer, a
"swap" as it was called, for the law students hosted by
the women of the Phi Mu sorority. These sorority swaps
were nothing new to me and I did not much care for
them.
My experience was that if you were a mere first year
law student, the sorority girls treated you like
something they had to scrape off the bottoms of their
shoes. If you were a second year student, they might
deign to speak to you, but don't expect great things.
Once you made it to your third year, the sisters all of
a sudden became interested. You had finally achieved
desirable male status in their eyes, especially if you
could tell them you were already lining up interviews
with the big, prestigious firms. I found their game to
be as un-endearing as it was transparent. On the other
hand, the beer was free.
Everyone was milling about in a courtyard behind the
sorority house but there was not a lot of mixing going
on. A few of the third year men were holding court
around wrought iron patio tables while Phi Mu girls
with bright white teeth and floral dresses laughed and
fluttered around them. Guys who were only in their
first or second year huddled amongst themselves as if
they had never seen girls before and wanted no part of
them. I sighed and made my way over to one of the kegs.
It was then that I saw my Ellie. She stood alone in a
corner of the courtyard with an expression of bemused
disinterest that perfectly mirrored my own. There was
nothing patently come-hithery about her. She was simply
beautiful in an offhanded way: T-shirt, shorts and flip
flops. It was as if she had taken a break from studying
just long enough to come downstairs and see what all
the hubbub was about. Her lush brown hair fell in loose
curls only down to her shoulders and framed perfectly
her delicate features and intelligent soft brown eyes
flecked with green.
When I say her features were delicate, I could just as
readily so describe every part of her. At 5'4" she was
a full seven inches shorter than me and I must have
outweighed her by a good 60 pounds. Her breasts looked
smallish under her T-shirt but her hips and legs were
pure candy. Physically, she reminded me of the
cheerleaders I would have dated in high school had I
not sucked so badly at sports.
I'm not saying it was love at first sight, whatever
that means. I had spent the past six and a half years
on college campuses and was used, jaded even, to the
sight of highly attractive young females. What made
this young lady different was that she looked right
back at me and, smiling, cocked her head slightly in a
gesture that said, "I've never met you but I know you."
I am not an asshole by nature, which is to say I am not
in the habit of chatting up strange women without a
care in my self-important head as to how they will
respond. This night was different. I closed the
distance between us and gamely made my introduction.
She said her name was Lenore and she was from some
small town in North Carolina. The rest of the
conversation was fun and easy. We liked a lot of the
same bands. Sometimes that is all it takes. By the end
of the evening we had exchanged phone numbers and last
names and, just like that, we were dating.
I didn't fuck her, in case you're wondering. At the
outset she made it clear, albeit in her own subtle way,
that she was a "nice girl" with a solid, though not
necessarily strict, Christian upbringing and she was
not comfortable with hopping into bed with any guy
willing to spring for dinner and a movie.
To put things in my perspective, this was going to take
some time. I didn't mind the wait, really. Lenore was
thoughtful, witty and genuinely fun to be around. Like
I might have already mentioned, she was majoring in
social work. Her goal was to work with deaf children.
Lenore had a younger brother who was deaf and her whole
family, by necessity, was fluent in ASL.
Speaking with her hands was second nature to Lenore and
she would sometimes augment her words with signs when
she felt the need to speak to me from the heart, but
mostly she just did it out of habit. It was one of the
little things that so attracted me to her. I found
myself craving her company even as my testosterone
levels were spiking to record highs. She took to
calling me "Dee" and I started calling her "Elle" which
soon evolved into "Ellie." My Ellie. If that sounds
lame, sue me. No one's making you read this.
We had been dating for almost three maddeningly chaste
months when Ellie finally decided to give herself over
to me completely. Those were her words. I had my own
apartment a few blocks off campus and I had invited her
over for dinner. Nothing fancy. I know how to make
spaghetti and a handful of other dishes. I also know
how to open a bottle of wine; the kind that, you know,
requires a corkscrew.
We had finished eating and had retired with our wine
glasses to the sofa where she brought up the subject of
our relationship. Ellie told me she had decided I was a
genuinely nice guy and she wanted me go with her to
North Carolina to meet the family. She also assured me
I was the only guy in her life. Of course it went
without saying, but I said it anyway, that I had not
dated anyone else either. With that she said, and
signed, "take me" and I led her into the bedroom.
I don't consider myself a wise man but I know one thing
for certain. Life gives you only a few perfect moments.
When you get to be 90-something years old, catheterized
and sucking air on some hospital mattress, look back
and try to count up all the perfect moments in your
life. You will only need one hand. Five bona fide
perfect moments means you have had a pretty good life,
all things considered. One of my precious perfect
moments was becoming manifest right there in my crummy
student apartment with each tiny article of clothing I
disengaged from Ellie's lithe, young body.
The time had finally come to drink her all in. The
bedroom was dark but enough light streamed in from the
den for me to make out the dark blush of her quarter-
sized nipples peeping from beneath her folded arms and
the glint in her eyes as she cast her gaze into my
face, cut them away and then sought out my eyes again.
My delightful, silly girl! Did she really think for an
instant that I would not swell to bursting at the sight
of her bare, vulnerable body as she lay in the middle
of my bed?
Only her panties remained: tiny bikini panties the
color of peaches. They were her only protection now,
her last line of defense. I allowed them to remain in
place, unmolested for the moment. It was my turn to get
vulnerable. I peeled off the Barristers' Ball '07 T-
shirt I was wearing and unceremoniously shucked my
jeans. As is my habit in the warmer months, I wore
neither socks nor underwear so, just like that, I stood
over Ellie completely naked with my cock swollen and
pointing to my chin.
Now that the subject of my penis has come up, in a
manner of speaking, I feel obliged to offer a few words
in its defense. I do not have a porn-sized cock. Wish I
did. Doesn't every guy? But at least I am not a mere
six inches. I'm six and a half, thank you very much.
And those inches have served me well enough. Up until
this timeless, perfect moment, I had had the great good
fortune to have inserted it into seven other people,
women of course.
They all seemed to genuinely enjoy the experience,
except for Caroline who was just a bitch. But I
digress. The point is this; I was grateful to all of my
conquests. Hell, I even thought I loved a couple of
them. But none were as drop dead sexy as Ellie, not
even close. My cock and I were definitely on the same
page with this girl because I could not remember it
ever being so thick, stiff and roaring. I was proud of
him. Yes sir, that's my boy!
Ellie leaned up on her elbows, her large brown eyes
widened and her full lips parted wetly. Now it was her
turn to drink me all in. She sat up on the bed and,
leaning forward, placed her palms on my hips and took
the head of my cock tentatively into her mouth. Her
little tongue flicked across the tip before it cupped
the underside and her head made tight circles as she
began working the shaft into her mouth a fraction at a
time. I closed my eyes and felt the warm closeness of
Ellie's mouth wash around the top half of my cock while
I tried to squelch the urge to shudder.
I took a half step forward to place my knees upon the
mattress and as I did so the full length of my cock
thrust into the back of Ellie's throat causing her to
gag and cough. She threw back her head and looked up at
me apologetically and I made a shushing sound to let
her know it was alright. As I did this, I placed my
hand upon her shoulder and pressed her back upon the
bed.
Ellie's little peach panties were going to have to come
off now. I ran my hands lightly across her B-cup
breasts, down along her ribs past her tiny waist to the
gentle widening of her perfect, heart shaped ass. My
fingers looped into the elastic band on either side.
Ellie lifted her pelvis for me just an inch or two all
the while never taking her eyes off my face and I
peeled the garment away from her body and down the
length of her sculpted legs and delicate feet. With a
hand on each knee, I eased Ellie's thighs open and
insinuated myself between them.
Beneath a small, well groomed patch of dark pubic fur,
Ellie's pussy winked demurely at me from the shadows.
Her vaginal lips were small and folded tightly
together. For the briefest moment I worried she would
not be able to endure the full-throated vaginal
pounding I had been fantasizing about giving her
practically since the night we met. I heard Ellie's
breath catch as I palmed her pubic mound letting my
fingertips play across her labia. She was not really
wet but moist, and that was all the encouragement I
needed. With her hands at her sternum, Ellie made a
silent plea to "be gentle" which required no
accompanying vocalization.
I knew Ellie was inexperienced sexually: at least, that
is, compared to me, a 26 year old man of the world and
conqueror of seven women. She never said she was a
virgin and I never asked. She was a member of probably
the most sexually repressed organization on campus that
did not have the word "Christian" in its title. There
was that. But mostly it was the little things she did
during this, our first stab at intercourse, that gave
her away.
For instance, she seemed genuinely unprepared for the
way I intended to devour her sexually as I fell upon
her tits, and she yelped with surprise when I let my
teeth graze her quickening nipples. Ellie let out a
startled "Ohh!" as my lips clamped down on either side
of her clit, and again when my tongue separated her
folds and lapped into the tight neck of her vagina.
I could sense my girl had some ambivalence about what I
was doing to her. She was feeling real pleasure, yes,
but she was also vaguely self-conscious. She apparently
had no idea my brand of intimacy would be so…intimate.
She need not have worried. To me she tasted wonderful,
like a childhood memory of fresh-baked bread.
At last the time had come to enter her. Ellie had
hardly moved from her position on her back in the
center of my bed with her legs spread wide. With her
hands at my face, she disengaged my mouth from her
pussy and pulled me to her. Ellie enfolded me in her
arms and legs but she declined to kiss me. I made a
mental note that we would work on that later.
The women I had bedded previously would either straddle
my hips and, holding my erection in place, lower
themselves onto it or, if I was on top as I was now,
reach down and guide me into their bodies. Ellie did
neither of these things. Instead, she clung tightly to
my neck and shoulders while I poked around in the dark
and struggled to remember everything I knew about
female anatomy. I found her entrance and pressed
against it but it would not yield. I felt Ellie's whole
body wince.
I pressed again, harder this time, and I could feel her
little belly beneath me tighten as she drew in a quick
breath and held it. The head of my cock was inside her
now. I kept working, prying, pushing in tiny,
incremental thrusts. Ellie's pussy was tight,
unbelievably, delightfully so, but the effort to bar my
entrance was too much. Ellie released the breath she
was holding with a ragged sigh into my ear as my prick
drove into her all the way to my scrotum.
It would please me no end to tell you that Ellie and I
proceeded to fuck each other savagely for the next four
hours in thirteen different positions, but that is not
how our first night together unfolded. Instead, I felt
Ellie's body start to unclench. She loosened her arms
from around my neck and allowed her hands to wander
down the flanks of my back.
Instinct took over and she began lifting her pelvis in
a rhythm to meet each new thrust. There were moist
trails down her temples where first there had been her
tears, then our sweat. Ellie uttered a thick, sibilant
"Yes!" and her mouth sought out mine. Within minutes I
lay on top of her, ejaculating, while her mouth molded
itself around my tongue.
Ellie slept easy in my bed that first night. I could
grow accustomed to having her here with me, oh yes I
could. The fact that she lacked experience did not
bother me much. If anything, I was turned on by it.
Little Ellie was going to be my protégé. I would teach
her how to pleasure me, and how to be pleasured by me.
All I required of her was a willingness to learn. And
had she not shown me an abundance of willingness
tonight?
But there was something preventing me from spooning up
behind Ellie and joining her in sleep just then. In a
novel I read a few years ago, one of the characters
relates how, when a man is allowed to deposit his semen
inside a woman, millions of tiny, psychic filaments
burrow into the walls of the woman's vagina and uterus
on one end while the other end remains firmly rooted in
the man. In this way, the woman is bound to the man for
something like seven years and, during those seven
years, a bit of that woman's life force was drained
from her being into the man's via these invisible
bundles of wire.
At the time I discounted the notion as little more than
the author giving vent to her own radical, man-hating
feminism. There, in the dark with Ellie asleep in my
bed, it all came back to me as a potent idea destined
to bloom unto obsession as I contemplated the sad,
spent condom she had insisted I use.
Don't get me wrong. I always believed safe sex was a
fine idea even if I sometimes neglected to practice it.
But Ellie was unlike any woman or girl I had ever met,
not to mention had sex with. My groin, my intellect,
and all my friends for that matter, were in perfect
agreement. Ellie was my Anointed One. In the weeks that
followed, I thought of little else but binding Ellie to
me. My cock may have been cumming into latex but in my
mind I was pumping my barbed tendrils by the billions
into the back of Ellie's womb, again and again.
It might be a bit of an exaggeration to say that I
thought of little else but Ellie from that night on.
There was the little matter of my graduation from law
school. This gave me some things to think about. Then I
had to study for the bar exam which I passed on the
first try. Hoozah! Soon thereafter I nailed down a job
commensurate with my level of academic achievement
which is to say it was good but not great.
The thing I liked best about my job, the reason I
pounced on the offer in the first place, was that it
was in a city just 50 miles from the university where
Ellie would be finishing out her last year of study. I
moved into a serviceable apartment located in the
city's westernmost environs. This made for a bear of a
daily commute to my downtown office. However, the
access ramp to the interstate was but a quarter mile
away. The issue of mine and Ellie's access to each
other superseded all other considerations.
Ellie helped me pick out and furnish my apartment. It
was, after all, her place too. She was there at least
part of most every weekend. She was proving herself to
be the avid protégé I had hoped she would be. Ellie was
becoming more adventurous sexually even if she remained
coy on the subject outside the bedroom.
It was during this period in our relationship, when
Ellie was finishing out her undergraduate degree and I
was starting to get the hang of my new job, that my
growing obsession with what I wanted to do with Ellie's
body reached a point from which there could be no going
back. I would have to possess her, completely and
without reservation, or lose her. And I did not want to
lose her.
It was the third Saturday in October and the firm I
work for was throwing a party to which other lawyers,
judges and politicians throughout the state were
invited to drop by and eat, have a few drinks and talk
football, or whatever. This, I knew, would be the
perfect forum to present Ellie to my little corner of
the world. She did not disappoint.
She wore a red mini dress that hugged her hips and
stomach with black heels and the black pearl necklace
and earring set I had given her. Ellie was stunning.
Everyone at the party, men and women, came over to make
their introductions. I felt like the luckiest man in
the room and I knew most of the guys there would have
agreed.
We did not say much on the way back to the apartment. I
kept stealing glances at Ellie's perfectly tapered legs
which she had kept bare just for me. She knows how much
I hate pantyhose. I rarely get erections while I am on
the expressway. My thoughts are typically focused on
things like not dying. But tonight my cock was getting
progressively more stiff with each off-ramp we passed.
I told my young passenger I could not wait to see that
little red dress in a crumpled heap on the floor. Ellie
just looked at me in that quizzical way of hers and
gestured, "I know."
We practically ran up the stairwell to my apartment. I
was behind her with my hand reaching up into her dress.
I squeezed Ellie's ass hard and she yelped and turned
to take my face in her hands and kissed me wetly before
turning again to run the last steps to my door,
surprisingly fleet in her heels. After fumbling with
the lock for what seemed like forever, we finally found
ourselves on the other side of the door.
I wanted my Ellie in the worst way and she was
literally panting to reciprocate, stroke for stroke.
She raised her arms and I pulled the hem of her dress
over her head. Clothed now in nothing but black lace
bra and panties, heels and pearls, Ellie practically
tore at my own clothes.
We did not make it into the bedroom. I decided to take
her right there on the carpet. Her undergarments came
off and I commenced to kiss and nibble my way down the
front of her body. At five inches below Ellie's navel,
I sat up on my knees with her thighs resting upon
either shoulder and raised her body until only her head
and neck still touched the floor. From this position
looking down the hard, flat center line of her torso, I
lowered my head and drew all of her succulent pussy
into my mouth.
She writhed and whimpered from this position on my
shoulders for several minutes. God, how I loved tongue
fucking Ellie! Her juices were flowing down my chin and
chest while my hands kneaded her tight buttocks and
clawed at her breasts and belly. Her whole body
shuddered and I felt the walls of her pussy grip my
tongue. She was ready to be penetrated. She told me in
pant-bitten syllables that she wanted me inside of her.
I lowered her back upon the carpet and the red heap of
her dress and leaned forward on my arms until Ellie's
arms wrapped around my head and she kissed and licked
my entire face. The insides of her thighs clasped my
rib cage and her heels, which we had neglected to
remove, dug at my hips.
Ellie deftly reached down, grasped my cock and guided
it to the entrance to her vagina. I pressed down with
my hips until I was buried to the hilt in the wet satin
tightness of her. In the firestorm of lust Ellie and I
had touched off in my living room, we had forgotten all
about "protection." Oh well. I gloried in the feel of
her soft membrane milking bare, swollen flesh. Tonight
I would cum deeply in her womb, stick her with my
billion tendrils and bind her to me.
I have come to the conclusion that women's bodies are a
lot more durable than they might appear. I was pounding
Ellie's pussy with a ferocity I hardly knew I
possessed. With each savage thrust my Ellie gasped my
name and beckoned me to fuck her harder and deeper. The
remains of the party dress which had been more or less
beneath her head were now at the small of her back. I
became concerned that I might give Ellie rug burns on
her shoulders. That, and my forearms ached and I was
starting to get seriously winded.
I withdrew my cock from Ellie's little beet-red pussy;
it made an obscene slurping sound as I did so, and I
lay down beside her gesturing for her to straddle me.
You would think women are born just knowing these
things, but not my Ellie. She looked at me doubtfully.
She had never been on top before. I had to take her by
the waist and position her body above me just so. Next,
I took hold of the base of my very patient erection and
stood it at a perfect angle for her to ease herself
down upon it. Soon we were back in rhythm and I felt I
was nestled even deeper in her than I had been before.
Ellie decided she liked this new position. I worked my
hands up the front of her body and placed a thumb at
her mouth. As I began to thrust my cock up into her
with greater insistence, I let her suck on my thumb
until it was good and wet. Then I applied it to her
clit in a quickening circular motion. Ellie's eyes were
wide and glazed and she was biting her lip. She leaned
forward, her palms on my chest. I took hold of her hips
with both hands and drove her down on me again and
again. Her pussy clinched and spasmed along the full
length of my swelling cock. I could feel the hoarse,
guttural moans that welled up in waves from somewhere
deep in her belly.
Ellie collapsed on top of me, her arms and legs jerking
from the shock of each new orgasm I was putting into
her, but she was still gamely fucking me back. Now it
was my turn. The head of my cock, the underside, was
rubbing up against Ellie's cervix. I could feel it. I
was about to put something else into her. I was about
to empty my balls into her.
Somehow Ellie knew I was about to cum. Maybe it was
when I said, "I'm about to cum!" She looked down into
my face. Her brown eyes were clear and sharp now.
Without a word of warning, Ellie tore herself from my
grasp. My dick made a wet slap on my belly when she
lifted her ass and uncoupled herself from me. Without
hardly missing a beat, she nimbly wheeled the top half
of her body around and took my penis full into her
mouth, even while it still glistened with her juices.
I started to protest but then thought better of it.
Maybe it was because her lips and tongue made such a
nice little surrogate pussy. Or maybe it was because
the idea that I had taught Ellie to relish the taste of
her pussy was enough in and of itself to put me over
the edge. I clutched her ass in one hand, the back of
her head in the other, and set about the business of
giving her mouth a good, stiff fucking. Nothing had
changed, really. I was still going to cum inside Ellie.
That was all that mattered.
And cum I did. The soaked membranes of Ellie's mouth
clamped down around my angrily throbbing cock and her
whole body went rigid. For a sly moment I regretted
that Ellie's back was turned to me. I very much wanted
to see the look on her face as my semen flooded the
base of her tongue for the first time. From Ellie's
throat I heard a muffled cry of surprise, and maybe
dismay, as I continued to pump fresh gouts of seed into
her mouth.
Ellie held my penis snugly in her mouth until it
finally ceased to throb. She let it slide out from her
lips and sat up straight. "That's it, baby," I thought.
"Now turn to face me and swallow. Welcome my cum into
your body. Swallow!"
I guess Ellie could not hear what I was thinking. Maybe
she wasn't listening. She sprang to her feet, ran into
the bathroom and spit up in the lavatory, gargled, and
spit again while I lay still swooning on the floor.
We took a shower together and crawled into bed. I lay
on my back with Ellie curled up next to me, her damp
hair splayed across my chest.
"You asleep, Dee?"
"No."
"There's something I wanna tell you. I really love what
we do together but I'm not proud of it. It's just not
how I was brought up. I do it with you because I have a
feeling it's gonna lead to something real, you know,
something that will last. I want us to be like one of
those old couples you see holding hands in the park."
I think she saw that in an advertisement for moderate
to very expensive jewelry, but no matter. It was out in
the open now. Ellie wanted us to get married. The truth
is, I felt the same way. But I could not tell her as
much, not yet. If Ellie was to be my wife, first she
was going to have to give herself to me completely and
without reservation. No more condoms and no more
spitting up in the goddamn sink. The fresh memory of
this latest rejection still rankled in ways I was just
then, in the post-coital darkness, beginning to parse
out in my mind. Ellie was deliberately holding back.
She wanted to bind me to her in a very real, legal
sense while remaining herself unfettered in a way that
had begun to matter most profoundly to me.
And that would not do.
It was resolved then that little Ellie would be mine,
bound to me by my sperm not just for seven years but
for the rest of our lives. Ellie was going to have to
submit, to show her willingness to receive me in her
womb, in her stomach and, yes, well up her tight little
ass. She only had to let me do these three simple
things and we can wed. But how would I advance this
proposition without it sounding utterly repellant to
her? That was the dicey part. Ellie is, and probably
always will be, a sweet, innocent girl at heart. It is
one of the things I love about her. What I needed now
was a way to make her choices clear, yet palatable.
What I needed was a plan.
* * *
I had a plan. The first element of my plan involved the
thing Ellie most wanted: a diamond. I would have dearly
loved to have been able to buy her the big rock I felt
she deserved but I just could not afford it. Did I
mention I have student loans? So instead I opted for
quality over quantity. I did my homework and shopped
carefully before ultimately deciding upon a round half-
carat stone of the very highest color and clarity. It
set me back almost $1900, but what the hell. Ellie was
going to love it.
Now the question became when and where to show her the
engagement ring. The setting had to be romantic, and
secluded. This was the second element. I rented a
chalet in the mountains for four nights over the
Thanksgiving holiday.
It was late in the afternoon when we arrived at the
chalet. It was important that there still be some
daylight left otherwise we might never have found our
little love nest tucked away as it was in the high
forest by way of a steep, tortuous road. No more than a
mile or so below was a quaint little tourist town which
existed solely to cater to the needs and whims of
honeymooners. It was like Niagara Falls for
southerners.
Ellie was enthralled. The chalet was fully appointed
and consisted in the main of a single spacious bedroom
and bath. The kitchenette and den with fireplace seemed
almost an afterthought. The bedroom opened by way of
sliding glass doors onto a hardwood deck which
overlooked a formidable chasm in the mountains. Built
onto the deck was a jacuzzi plenty big enough for two.
We had brought our things in from the car and set about
unpacking. There was little need to live out of our
suitcases. We were going to be holed up in our hidden
mountain retreat for four whole days and nights. While
I pretended to fuss over the contents of my shaving
kit, I asked Ellie to bring me something from my
suitcase. She shot me a look and gestured something
like, "What, are you helpless?" but went over to my
suitcase anyway, like I knew she would.
Ellie saw the tiny velvet box in a corner of my
suitcase. She stared at it, turned to look at me, then
gingerly picked it up and opened it at its hinges, her
pupils like buttons. The mounted half-carat stone
scintillated in the slanting sunlight. "Oh Dee, it's
beautiful! Are you asking…?"
I stole up behind her and wrapped my arms around her
waist. "Not just yet," I told her. "I bought it for you
and I want to give it to you before this weekend is
over. But first you will have to show me that you want
it. Really want it. This ring shall have to be earned."
Ellie's spine stiffened and she turned to face me.
"What do you want me to do?"
The moment Ellie's eyes had locked upon the little
hinged box, she completely failed to notice the single
die lying next to it. This is quite understandable. It
is an unassuming thing: red with white dots. It was
also the indispensable third element of my plan. I had
borrowed it from a Monopoly set just for the occasion.
Now I picked it up and showed it to Ellie as I invited
her to sit with me on the bed.
"There is nothing in the world I would love more than
for you to be my wife. You know that, don't you?" Ellie
merely nodded and gestured for me to continue. "But
first I have to know that you are at least willing to
do certain things to please me."
Ellie silently asked, "What kind of things?"
I pretended to ignore the question as I made ready to
do what I had been fantasizing about, and dreading, for
weeks. I launched into an explanation of the rules of
the game.
"I have brought you here to cum inside you, Ellie," I
told her as coolly as I could manage. "That is how I
will know that you are mine. I want all of you to
belong to me. You see this?" I held up the die between
thumb and forefinger. "This will decide what kind of
love we will make for each day we are here. That is the
rule. Each day you will throw the die, and it is
important that you do it, not me. If you roll anything
from a two to a five, that means that for the rest of
the day and night, I will only cum in your cunt."
I had never used that word with Ellie before. Today it
suited my purpose that I shock her a little in order to
prepare her for what came next. "Let's say you roll a
six," I showed her the six side of the die, "Six means
I cum in your stomach. Put another way, you will suck
me until I shoot my whole load into your mouth and then
you will swallow it all like a good wife should."
Ellie's mouth opened and shut and she stared at me with
a mixture of disbelief, reproach, and a lot of other
things I don't know the words for. I was for an instant
tempted to ask her what exactly she was thinking but
there was no time. I had to forge ahead.
"Now I suppose you are wondering what happens if you
roll a one." I showed her the side with the single
white dot in the middle. "One means anal. That's right.
If the die says one, I will have to cum in your ass.
Those are the rules. You only have to shake the die
four times so there's a decent chance you'll never
throw a one or a six. But it's important to me, the man
who wants to be your husband for the rest of his life,
that you show you consent to give your body over to me
completely and without reservation."
I pressed the little red cube into her palm and closed
her fingers around it. "Do it, Ellie," I told her in a
voice I hoped sounded more like a command than a plea.
"Do it for me. Do it for us. Play the game. Roll the
die."
Ellie unclosed her hand and looked at the thing
dubiously. "Let me get this straight," she finally
ventured. "Before we can get engaged to be married, I
have to play dice with you for my body?"
I said nothing. The question hung in the air between
us. The moment of truth was at hand. There was, by my
reckoning, at least an even chance that Ellie would
simply fling the die into my face, in which case we
would re-pack our things and go home and then part
company, probably forever. This was emphatically not
the outcome I wanted but I was willing to risk it.
Little Ellie must prove herself willing to let herself
be bound to me, times three. It was an overriding, non-
negotiable imperative. Such is the nature of obsession.
Besides, I was hoping all those nights and weekends of
progressively hotter, if nevertheless safe, sex at my
apartment had loosened some moral cog in Ellie's solid
Christian upbringing.
Ellie's wheels were turning with calculations of her
own. She regarded the thing in her hand, then me. She
cut her eyes to the suitcase that held the tiny box and
then brought them up to mine. She did not say a word.
Instead, she merely cocked her head and looked at me
that same way she did on the night we first met.
Without breaking her gaze, she tilted her hand and let
the little red die roll off her fingers onto the
nightstand where it clattered against the alarm clock
and came to rest on a six.
"Well Mr. Murphy," she announced with the slightest
trace of a smile on her lips, "If you expect me to eat
your cum, first you're going to have to take me to that
cute little Italian place we passed on the way up
here."
The cute little Italian place was good, surprisingly
so. We made light conversation, about what I can't
remember. I was getting aroused just watching Ellie eat
her dinner with that darling little mouth I was going
to fuck. I could visualize my own sauce mixing with the
marsala in her stomach. Was it my imagination or did
Ellie let her lips linger on the fork a beat or two
longer than usual?
There must surely come a time when Ellie and I are not
young anymore. But that time is not at hand, not even
close. It had been a long day. We had driven many miles
and had just had a big dinner. It would have been
perfectly understandable had Ellie consented to doing
the bare minimum to pay her debt to the die, or had we
deferred our little game until in the morning. But that
is not how our relationship works.
Ellie suggested we take a nice hot shower before
turning in for the evening. While I lathered up her
body, Ellie kissed and nibbled her way down my front
until she was on her knees which were spread wide apart
as she ran her tongue down along the base of my cock
and sucked one ball into her mouth and then the other
while her hands squeezed her breasts and mound. Looking
up at me with her wide amber and green flecked eyes,
with her wet hair pulled back behind her little ears, I
could easily imagine Ellie as a young girl. The idea
excited me even as it evoked just a twinge of shame at
what a perv I am.
Ellie must have heard my thoughts, word for word,
because her expression turned playful. "Is this how I'm
supposed to do it, Mr. Murphy?" she cooed as she hugged
my hips to pull herself up a few inches. Then while she
intently studied my face, Ellie wrapped her lips around
the swollen head of my cock, drew in a breath and
pressed forward until all but the last inch or so of my
penis had disappeared into the inviting softness of her
mouth.
I took each one of Ellie's hands into my own, pulled
them apart and pressed them back against the porcelain
tiles. Looking down paternally I said by way of answer,
"That's pretty good for a little girl but I have in
mind something more like this." I leaned into Ellie,
into her open lips, until all of my cock was well
inside her mouth and she began to choke and issue some
inaudible, fellated protest.
Then, just to show her what a great guy I am, I pulled
back with my hips until only the head was pressing
against her tongue and she could catch a quick breath.
Then I plunged into the back of her mouth again. This
was the uneasy rhythm we settled into. Ellie was not
sucking me so much as she was submitting to be being
orally fucked by me.
As that wonderful tension began to build all along the
length of my cock, I instructed Ellie to stroke her
clit and pussy while I positioned my hands firmly on
the back of her head and neck and commenced to plumb
the depths of her mouth and throat until she had ceased
to gag or protest. Ellie's full lips and tongue now
pulled greedily upon the shaft of my penis and I knew
this part of her body, at least, was ready at last to
receive me.
I could feel my organ begin to swell and darken inside
Ellie's mouth. I ceased all movement. From here on she
was going to do all the work. I informed Ellie I was
about to cum in her mouth and commanded her to look at
me while I did it. Ellie's eyes were bright and eager
and told me everything I needed to know: that she loved
me, adored me, and worshipped my cock. The time to
receive me was at hand.
My orgasm was so overpowering as to make my knees
buckle. I had to brace my arm against the tiles to
steady myself. Ellie's eyes laughed with pride and
wonder at the pleasure her mouth was giving me, and
then they widened in surprise bordering on panic at the
sheer volume of jizz I kept pumping into her all of
which she was going to have to swallow.
But swallow she did. I pulled out of her mouth and with
an audible gulp Ellie took all of my load down her
throat and into her stomach with only a momentary
grimace and without ever having taken her lovely eyes
off mine. I helped her to her feet and kissed her
deeply.
"That wasn't so bad, now was it?" I teased.
"I hope ya got more where that come from, mister,"
Ellie teased back.
We finished the business of bathing and drying each
other and then retired to the chalet's big bed where I
had her mouth two more times before the first day's
debt to the die was paid at last.
The next day dawned bright but we lounged in bed until
almost 10:00 a.m. We had had a long day and a full
night. If Ellie was disappointed that I did not go
ahead and present her with the ring and proposal after
her successful completion of the first round of my
little game, she did not show it. She did tiptoe over
to my suitcase to try to steal another peek at the
diamond but I admonished her to put the box away. She
had not earned it to my satisfaction yet. Instead, I
held up the little red cube.
I had decided we would begin each day with a roll of
the die. Whatever part of Ellie's anatomy the rules of
the game dictated I was to have for the remainder of
the day and night, I wanted my woman to have time to
think about it. And I liked having time to think about
it too.
Ellie, still naked, padded over and accepted the die
from me. She studied it in the flat of her hand for a
moment and then with some apprehension allowed it to
roll off the nightstand and onto the carpet. "Three!"
Ellie announced with relief.
"Sorry. That one doesn't count," I informed her. "The
die has to stay on the table top . That's the rule.
Roll again."
Ellie said nothing but she looked at once crestfallen
and a little frightened. She could try to put on a
game-for-anything face but in her heart of hearts I
knew she was repulsed and horrified at the prospect of
being rectally violated, "sodomized" as she put it.
Once, during one of our afterglow pillow talk sessions
at my apartment, I offhandedly brought up the subject
of anal intercourse.
Ellie let me know that the consensus among her sisters
was that it was unhealthy, immoral, gross, whorish and,
in all likelihood, unbearably painful. I knew better
than to contradict the collective wisdom of the Phi Mu
sorority and let the subject drop. Now I placed the die
back into Ellie's hand and repeated, "Roll again."
She did and this time the die did not tumble off the
nightstand. With a great exhalation, Ellie announced
the result out loud as if I were not standing directly
over her. "Two! It's a two!" Ellie's cute butt was off
the hook, at least for the next twenty-four hours. We
got ourselves dressed and headed into town to shop and
see the sights. I did not mind at all for I knew what
awaited me upon our return. Ellie was going to be bound
to me at long last in the deepest, hottest reaches of
her tight little pussy.
Our adventure in town turned into an all day affair. We
had fun together, as we always do, but by the time we
got back to the chalet we were exhausted. This, we
decided, would be an ideal time to try out the spa. We
peeled off our clothes and stepped out onto the deck.
There was no screen and anyone in the woods below would
have been able to see us quite plainly but we did not
care.
I removed the cover and lowered myself into the water
which was a perfect 102 degrees. I told Ellie to wait
while I fussed with the controls for the jets and
bubbles. There was really no reason to make Ellie wait
but she looked so incredibly sexy standing barefoot and
naked on the hardwood deck, her cherry nipples
hardening in the chill mountain air.
"C'mon Dee, don't be a jerk. I'm freezing my tits off
out here!" With that, Ellie placed a tentative foot
into the warm, surging water, sighed with evident
pleasure, and slowly eased her legs across either side
of my lap.
Something we very soon discovered is that sexual
intercourse in the conventional sense is well nigh
impossible in a hot tub. The churning water washed away
Ellie's natural lubricant faster than her little pussy
could replace it. But we were determined. Under the
water, I nuzzled the ripe head of my cock hard against
the rubbery little membranes guarding her entrance.
Ellie winced with pain as she impaled herself upon me.
Slowly, very slowly, my cock bore into her until the
full shaft of my penis was sheathed in the snug embrace
of her vaginal canal.
Just how long we remained locked together like that I
cannot say. The minutes seemed to melt away. There
could be none of the usual pumping, pounding,
thrusting. Instead, what we experienced was something
altogether different and, in its own way, infinitely
more profound. The best way I can describe it is as a
peculiar oneness. If Ellie so much as twitched any part
of her body, I felt it on my cock. Every breath she
took, even the pulsing of blood through her sex organ,
sent resonant waves of pleasure rippling along the
length of my erection and up and down my spine.
I was having another one of those transcendent, life-
defining perfect moments and I would have liked nothing
more than for time to stop for me and my Ellie right
here together in this warm, bubbling bliss. But then we
did something really weird. We had a conversation.
Exactly how this conversation started or what was said
I cannot readily recall. I know there was a lot of
cuddly, affectionate talk that you don't want to hear
and I'm not going to tell you. What I do remember is
that I confided to Ellie my dark secret. I told her
about the novel I read and how it made me want to cum
inside her so as to bind her life force to mine. To my
surprise, Ellie just laughed, and her laughter felt
exquisite on my dick.
"The Playground of the Gods by Cathy Cash Spellman, I
read it too!" Ellie enthused into my ear. "I know you
think that I wouldn't let you cum in me because I
didn't want to catch something or get pregnant or moral
reasons. That's all true as far as it goes, but the
main reason why no man has ever cum inside me is
because of that story. I wasn't about to have my
precious life force siphoned off for seven years to
this guy or that guy I happened to screw around with. I
wanted to give it all to just one man, my mate, my
husband. I'm talkin' about you, Dee."
While we spoke, I could feel the tender walls of
Ellie's cunt tighten and caress. The bridge of her nose
was pressed hard onto mine and her eyes seemed focused
on some point in the back of my brain. Her voice became
thick and ragged. "I want you to cum in me now. It's
okay, baby. Do what you have to do. Bind me up! Tie me
to you! Spill in my womb, Dee. Make me take all of it.
All of it! Spill in your woman! Oh! God! SPILL!"
Little Ellie's whole body began to flinch and spasm and
her pussy clamped down hard on my cock. It was like it
was sucking immense coils of barbed filaments right out
of me. We were conjoined in a shared orgasm so powerful
it threatened to drown both of us, and that would have
been okay. My penis continued to spout sticky webs of
semen into the highest recesses of Ellie's womanhood
until there were none left. Just as my woman commanded,
I didn't hold back anything. I made her take all of it.
Some time later we pulled each other out of the hot tub
and retreated indoors where we rinsed off and fell,
still naked, into bed. There were no more thoughts of
sex that night. We were spent.
The next day was dark, cold and rainy. This suited us
just fine. There was food in the cabin and there was no
place we particularly wanted to go. I set about
building a fire in the fireplace. But first there was
the matter of the game. With which orifice shall Ellie
have to satisfy me today?
Ellie seemed a little curious about this herself
because she took the die from me with no apparent
trepidation. She even pumped the die in her fist like a
seasoned crap shooter. She let it go and it tumbled
across the kitchen table before coming to rest on the
number five. I would spend the next twenty-four hours
wearing out Ellie's pussy. This too suited us fine. I
got straight on it.
After last night's intense but outwardly placid
copulation in the hot tub, Ellie was ready to be
pounded old school and I had her in every room of the
chalet. When we had first started having sex, I always
felt like Ellie was holding something back. Bringing
her to climax was a challenge and sometimes, try as I
might, I could not make her cum at all . Those days
were emphatically over. I was amazed at how easy it was
to bring her to orgasm. It was as if Ellie's mind and
body had become hard-wired for sex.
I fucked her until she yowled like a cat in heat and
begged me to stop. I took this as my cue to fuck her
even harder. It was late afternoon now and I had just
cum inside Ellie for the fifth time that day. She was
naked and splayed across the kitchen table, still
twitching with orgasms that wanted to devour her. I
stumbled into the bathroom where I caught a glimpse of
myself in the mirror. There were angry red welts all
over my chest, back and shoulders from where she had
marked me with her teeth and nails. They must have been
painful but I had no memory of having received any of
them.
Later in the evening we took some time off to rest and
replenish our bodies. We had not left the cabin all
day. Neither of us had worn a stitch of clothing all
day. Now we rallied for one last hearty fuck before
collapsing into the sheets. We were on the bed and I
was on top of Ellie, thrusting as deeply as I could
into her pussy. I could feel the muscles in her thighs
and abdomen begin to tighten like a coil. She was only
seconds away from cumming hard.
Suddenly she pushed me off. She rolled over onto her
knees with the side of her face pressed against the
mattress. In this position, Ellie's perfect little tuck
and roll rump was in the air, inviting me. Ellie had
never presented herself to me like this before. She
slowly, deliberately spread her knees to display the
supple, swollen lips of her pussy and the pink anal
button above it. Her spine waved sinuously like the
tail of a lioness. "Is this how you want me," she
purred, "like a wild thing?"
As a matter of fact, it was. I cupped the puffy peach
halves of her exposed and battered cunt in my hand
before I leaned down to run my tongue up the length of
her crevasse and into her virgin sphincter.
"Uh, uh, uh," scolded Ellie, "rules of the game."
Anger flashed through me. How dare she use the rules of
my own damn game against me? I stood upright on my
knees and drove my painfully stiff cock into Ellie's
hard used little pussy with cruel force. She raised
bolt up on her arms and her mouth opened in a scream
though no sound came out. Her lovely bottom made sharp
slapping sounds against my loins, one hard upon the
next. This was a fucking she was going to feel for
days.
The fact that Ellie had chosen to be fucked from this
position meant she was becoming receptive to the idea
of anal sex. Either that or she was being a terrible
tease. Either way, she deserved the savage vaginal
pounding I was giving her. I picked up the pace and
seized her by the hips, crushing her bottom against my
pelvis with each thrust.
Words came out of Ellie in monosyllabic gasps. "Is this
how you want me…on all fours…while you fuck me in the
ass?" She turned and tried to look in my direction, her
thick tangle of hair concealing most of her face. "Is
this how you want to sodomize your sweet, loving wife?
Well is it? Is it?! IS IT?!"
The sounds which next spilled from Ellie's mouth were
not recognizable as words. They barely even sounded
human. I felt her pussy seize along the length of my
penetrating cock. I gave Ellie my answer to her
question by bathing her smarting cervix in fresh cum.
The time had at last come to blow out the candles and
spoon up beneath the blankets. Before we drifted off to
dream land, Ellie asked if she could try on the ring. I
told her she couldn't. Not yet.
We awoke to a cold house. A front had passed through
during the night leaving in its wake a clear, crisp
morning. This was to be our fourth and final full day
and night in the chalet. Ellie had only to roll the die
one last time and accept its decision. If she did this,
the ring would be hers and we would be talking dates
and china patterns on the drive home.
The first thing I did upon rolling out of bed was to
rekindle the fire in the hearth while Ellie, wrapped in
a blanket, looked on. With a fire again blazing
confidently in the fireplace, Ellie sluffed off the
blanket and led me by the hand to the table where the
die was waiting.
"Let's see what part of me you will have today, Mr.
Murphy," she said before picking up the die and letting
it fall to the table. But before it could stop rolling,
she trapped it under her hand and, peering into my
eyes, announced, "It's a one. Let's say it's a one,
Dee."
"Okay. One it is."
I toyed with the idea of taking her anal virginity
right there in the breakfast nook, but no. The day was
young and I wanted Ellie to have some time to think
about what I was going to do to her. Remember, this was
the point of beginning each day at the cabin with a die
roll. And I wanted some time to let the tension build
in my groin as well. I knew that if I wanted her now,
first thing in the morning, I would be aching to turn
out her ass by nightfall.
There was another thing too. I don't necessarily get
off on hurting women, especially the one I love. But in
all likelihood, anal intercourse was going to be most
uncomfortable for Ellie. I had to know she was willing
to give herself to me completely even if, especially
if, it hurts. I had to have the resolve to see it
through. I was going to have to tap into the dark side
of my character one more time.
We washed up and had breakfast together right there at
that table. Then we decided to sort of do our own
things for a while. A sporting event I really wanted to
watch was just kicking off. (Yes, the chalet had cable.
We're still in America, right?) For her part, Ellie
announced that she was cooking dinner for us tonight
and asked for my car keys so she could go into town and
pick up a few things.
I offered to go with her but she told me there was no
need and that I should just relax and enjoy the game. I
sternly advised her to be careful on those bad ass
mountain roads and she assured me in ASL that she would
be fine.
Some hours had passed before Ellie returned. I had
begun to worry and called her cell phone. Ellie said
she had gotten held up but would be back soon. After
another half hour or so, she arrived carrying her
purchases in brown paper bags and set about preparing
dinner. After a while, I turned off the TV and took a
seat at the kitchenette to watch her work.
Ellie was barefoot and bent over the stove dressed
comfortably in T-shirt, panties and an apron she found
in the kitchen cabinet. I don't think of myself as an
old-fashioned guy but I have to admit I was aroused by
this domestic scene. More to the point, I was turned on
by Ellie's tight little butt so prominently on display.
Ellie did not need to be psychic to know exactly what I
was thinking. She loosed the apron strings and tossed
the garment toward my leering face.
"Is this how you want to sodomize me, here in this
kitchen while I slave over a hot stove for you?" Ellie
was wearing demure white cotton panties printed with
buttercups. Her baby T rode high up her midriff as she
leaned forward across the formica counter, her lovely
ass exposed. Only the balls of her feet still touched
the floor and every muscle in her legs was stretched
taut.
"I would like nothing better but we can't have you
burning my dinner, now can we?" I replied as I stood
directly behind her. I gave those little yellow
buttercups six good swats until Ellie turned and
yelped. I wanted her ass to be nice and red when I
fucked it for the first time.
"Sadistic male bastard," Ellie sniffed. Her eyes had
teared up from the humiliation and pain of the sharp
spanking I had just given her and her voice cracked
with a furious anticipation.
Ellie quickly composed herself and bade me to have a
seat at the table. Dinner was ready. She had prepared
breaded chicken breasts served on a bed of baked ziti
and marinara. She had even purchased a suitable wine to
go with it. It was all very good and I was famished.
Surprisingly, Ellie ate very little. She seemed
contented to just sip wine and watch me eat. When we
were finished, I helped Ellie clear the table and we
retired to the bedroom.
Ellie helped me take off my clothes and told me to lie
on the bed. She had a surprise for me. She stood over
me on the bed and took off her shirt to reveal the
small, high breasts which compliment her slight frame
so perfectly. Then she peeled off the buttercup
panties. Here was the surprise she told me about. The
square patch of course, dark hair on her pubis was
completely gone. It was as if it had never been there
at all. I stared straight up into a pair of petite
puffy lips from between which the moist head of Ellie's
clit peeked out.
"Do you like it?" she asked shyly. "I had it done while
I was in town."
I loved it. My girl had taken nudity to a whole other
level and she had done it all for me. Her totally
exposed body was a gift and I was the boundlessly
grateful recipient. Ellie lowered herself onto her
hands and knees, straddling me, and kissed me wetly.
Half in jest, I told her, "Thanks for making me feel
like a pedophile, kid."
"I just want you to eat my pussy, nice and slow," she
pleaded in a thick whisper. "Then you can do whatever
you want to me."
Ellie raised herself enough to lower those puffy lips
directly onto my waiting mouth. I sucked and probed her
slowly, just as she asked. My woman had never tasted so
good. Ellie clung to the headboard and began to let out
a staccato stream of high, keening grunts and gasps as
my hands found and squeezed her butt and breasts. She
ground her mons into my lips and teeth. I felt the
muscles in her abdomen tighten before she sighed and
released her nectar. The time had come at last to bring
this little game to its conclusion.
"It is time," I informed her. "Prepare yourself."
Ellie nodded and made her way to the bathroom. I am not
sure if she meant to close the door or not but it stood
ajar a good six inches. From my vantage point on the
bed, I could see Ellie's bare ass, still a satisfying
shade of red from the impromptu spanking I had
administered to it in the kitchen, as she leaned across
the lavatory to reach for something in the medicine
cabinet.
Ellie took down what appeared to be some sort of
applicator loaded with a colorless gel. My girl had
really been thorough in her shopping that day. As I
absently stroked my powerfully stiff erection, I
watched her insert the tip of the device a good two
inches into her rectum and depress the plunger and then
slowly withdraw it. She was ready to receive me.
Ellie re-entered the bedroom and meekly crawled onto
the bed on all fours. I did not get up but instead
beckoned her to mount my cock. "We need a little extra
lubrication," I informed her as I thrust up deeply into
her sore pussy. I fucked her vigorously until we were
both on the cusp of orgasm, then I withdrew and
commanded her to swallow my cock.
I was going to have all of Ellie tonight and we needed
every kind the lubrication she had to offer. I plunged
deep into her open mouth again and again just like I
had done to her pussy a few moments before until I had
given her just the smallest taste of what had been
building up in my balls all day. Now I was ready to
possess her utterly.
I told her to assume the position and she obediently
complied. "Please don't hurt me, Dee," she pleaded as I
pressed the head of my cock firmly against the tightly
closed ring of her anal sphincter and leaned forward.
It would not yield. I stiffened the shaft with my hand
and this time concentrated all of my weight upon it.
Slowly, almost imperceptibly, the broad head of my
penis penetrated the ring and disappeared in Ellie's
anus.
Reflexively, Ellie's body tried to jerk forward to free
itself from the blunt intruder but I had one hand on
her shoulder and the other wrapped around her waist.
She wasn't going anywhere. "Please Donald, you're
hurting me!" she cried.
"You're doing great, baby. Just try to relax," I told
her.
"It really hurts! I don't think I can do this. You're
tearing me apart!"
"Take it like a woman!" I was really in character now
and did not want to hear anymore whining. I withdrew
the head of my cock half way out of Ellie's anus and
pushed through the aperture again with all my strength.
Something in her finally gave way and every inch of me
sank deep into Ellie's rectum while she screamed
through gritted teeth.
Ellie's cherry ass now belonged to me and, lodged into
it up to my scrotum, I stopped to enjoy the sheathing
embrace of it. Just like when I came in her pussy for
the first time the other night in the hot tub, I could
feel on my cock every move she made. She was panting
and coughing, and I could feel it. Her whole body
shuddered with the visceral shock of sudden deep anal
intrusion, and I could feel it. Slowly but with
obdurate intent, I began the serious work of reaming
the ass of the girl I was going to marry.
While I was prying her open, the top half of that
girl's body had collapsed onto her wrists and elbows.
Now Ellie found her own kind of resolve and raised her
shoulders off the mattress. It seems she had decided
this too could be endured. As I commenced to plow her
rectum with greater speed and authority, Ellie clawed
the sheets into her fists. "Take all of me! Make me
your woman forever!" she rasped through her teeth.
I reached forward, loosed one of her hands from the
bedclothes and guided down past her belly to her now
denuded pubic mound. Ellie grasped my intention and
began furiously rubbing her clit while I fucked her
tiny hole with enough force to cause my testicles to
slap against the wet and neglected entrance to her
vagina.
Later I would ask Ellie at what point exactly did the
pain go away. She said it never went away. It just got
better. Ellie asked me to fuck her ass harder. Then she
dared me to fuck her harder.
"Sodomize me as hard as you can! As hard as I can take!
Harder!" she demanded as a terrible orgasm began to
take possession of her body and mind. "Tear up my ass-
cunt! Spill every last drop of your seed into your
woman's ass-cunt, you son of a bitch!"
When my own terrible orgasm gushed through me, I closed
my eyes and visualized my coiling shafts of sperm being
pumped out in their billions to writhe and gig
themselves securely into the tender lining of Ellie's
gut. All of her was all mine at last! As if to drive
home the point, Ellie's screaming climax, which burst
forth just as my own convulsions had begun to subside,
clinched and squeezed the imbedded shaft of my cock.
She would not be denied the last drop of my seed.
We collapsed onto the bed and lay slaked and panting
for several minutes. Then, without saying a word, Ellie
wriggled out from under me as my softening cock slipped
wetly from her last abused orifice. Hopping from the
bed, she flipped on the overhead light. I groaned and
squinted in the sudden brightness. Ellie went over to
my suitcase and, removing the ring from the tiny box,
placed it upon her finger and held it up to the light
gazing heavy-lidded and transfixed at the blazing
myriad colors even as pink cum began to trickle down
the inside of her thigh.
It is our wedding day. Ellie is radiant in her flowing
white dress and I must say I don't look half bad in my
cutaway tux. My new father-in-law is all smiles as he
comes over to shake my hand. "I know you will take good
care of my Lenore," he tells me. "She's all yours now."
"Yes sir. I will, sir." I assure him. All of Ellie is
mine.
THE END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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