Just once? Please? Oh, Stan, you're such an attractive man-so good and strong and loyal."
Stan was about to rise and flee from the room, but just then Ellen cried, "Stan! Forgive me for this, but I-I must show my appreciation, and-and in a way-it's a special kind of love."
She was all over him then, her mouth gulping at his face hungrily, her hands against his chest, running over his legs, clamping his cheek against her heaving breasts.
"It's been so long," he sighed. "So long…"
"I know, my dear," Ellen said encouragingly. "It's all right. Relax, darling. We'll have each other just this once and then you will be with Barbara again and I-I will be with Vernon."
"Yes!" Stan said. "Yes! I've admired you for a long time, Ellen. I wanted you before you changed your looks!"
Ellen raised her dress now, studying his hungry gaze as she did so. "Do anything you want, Stan," she breathed. "I love Vern, but tonight-right now-I'm yours. Make love to me, Stan! Kiss me, fuck me, do everything to me!"
Stan buried his face in her panty-covered pussy for a moment, gasping. Then he stood up, the last of his restraint gone now, and pressed his hard-on into Ellen's abdomen. "I need you, Ellen. I need you." His hands groped the firm breasts, squeezed hard.
"I know, love. I understand," Ellen gasped. "I-I'm not as innocent as I seem, Stan. I love everything…I love to do everything there is to dol Fuck mel Suck me! Let me fuck and suck you, Stan!"
Stan felt his knees beginning to weaken. "Let's go to the fold-down couch," he said. "I've got to have you-naked and lying down."
Stan led her to Vern's office, pulled the couch down and then slowly undressed Ellen. As he did so, he kissed her body desperately-kissed and licked and stroked with his trembling fingers every inch of her willing body. She undressed him then, kissing his chest, his shoulders, then dropping to her knees and showering his thundering erection with wet and greedy kisses. She nuzzled at his scrotum with her nose, then took his prick far back into her throat and gobbled lingeringly.
Stan could not believe this was the same lady-like Ellen he had known. This schoolteacher was as skilled a seductress as any female he had ever known. He stared down at her mouth working so expertly at his organ in awe.
Ellen withdrew his dribbling shaft from her hot mouth, held it against her cheek, then her breasts. She was staring at it insanely, as if it were a god. "I love your big prick, Stan. Do anything you want to me. Do you want to come in my mouth? Anything you want, Stan. You can come in my cunt, or my ass, or my mouth. Then you can wait and come again…anything you want, Stan. Anything… "
Her finger was teasing his rectum now. He widened his stance, took her face in his hands and steadily fucked her mouth for several minutes. His own voice sounded strange to his ears. He kept muttering, "Paradise…It's paradise…Oh, suck, Ellen…Suck, baby!"
And then he could not stand the passive role any longer. He flung Ellen's twitching body onto the makeshift bed and began gorging himself on her tits as he palmed and fingered her vagina. From time to time he would cease gobbling at the erect nipples to lap Ellen's cunt-lubricant from his fingers.
"Yes, suck my cunt!" Ellen cried out. "But put your mouth on it…don't just lick the taste from your fingers. Put your mouth between my legs and gobble me-while I gobble you! Please!"
Stan quickly reversed himself on the bed and, clutching Ellen's quivering ass, began licking her juicy slit with a frenzy. The tight, dripping cunt was delicious. It had been so long since he'd truly gorged himself on a pussy that he grew delirious, nearly passing out Cunt…Ellen's beautiful, juicy cunt, he thought
As he gulped Ellen from her clit to the lower edge of her gushing hole, working his face in a steady, rhythmic, circular motion, Ellen ingested his swollen hard-on, emitting slurping sounds as she mewed and fondled his balls. Stan could not believe that this was the same restrained, poised, dignified female he had known. She was a goddess of a woman, a goddess…How could Vern not have seen that she possessed everything a man could want?
"Fuck me now, Stan!" Ellen was calling. "Fuck me! Fuck me! I'm horny, too, Stan! Ohhhh, stick your pole inside me and make me come. You can stick it in either hole-wherever you want! Either way I'll come…I've never been hotter than this, Stan. Fuck me now!"
Stan obeyed. Wiping cunt juice from his face with the back of his hand, he got into fucking position. Ellen put one of the pillows beneath her ass and Stan began wiping the head of his pulsing rod up and down the length of the beautiful cunt that begged to be fucked.
"Ohhh, yesssss, Stan. You know just how to get a woman ready!" Ellen cried. "Stick it in, baby. Feed your prick to mama!"
Ellen's flood of obscenities seemed so out of character, but somehow the flood of four-letter words excited Stan all the more. His shaft was halfway imbedded in Ellen's tight, clenching cunt now, and Stan stared down, reveling in the sight of his meat penetrating this beautiful woman he had so long admired.
"Feel good?" Ellen asked, cupping his balls in her hand. "Tell me how it feels to you?"
"Oven-hot," Stan said, wondering how many different ways he could attempt to tell her how it felt. He gave up. "Slick, hot, wet…Ohhh, Ellen!" he yelled, and fell forward upon her and began pumping with all his might.
Ellen locked her ankles behind his knees and drove her pelvis savagely at him. "Give it to me, Stan…Give all of it to me. Fuck me…stick that wonderful hot cock as far in as it will go! Fuck me. Ohhh, Jesus! It's wonderful…wonderful. Yes, hold my ass hard. Just that way. Drive it in…use me!"
They fucked for what must have been ten minutes, rolling, thrusting, writhing. Stan had to pause several times to keep from coming. Finally, Ellen announced that she was about to come. "Now! Now!" Screaming, she pleaded for him to come, too. "Shoot it in me! Come!"
Stan raced for the finish, climaxing just a few seconds after Ellen. Afterward, they lay spent and panting in each others' arms. They agreed that it had been one of the finest fucks either of them had ever experienced, but that nothing would ever be said to Stan's wife or to Vern.
Later, at the door, they kissed goodnight and Stan was impressed with Ellen's lady-like manner. It was as though she had never heard of the words she had uttered while in the throes of passion. In very crisp diction, she said, "Goodnight, Stanley dear. I don't know what to say." She kissed him on the nose. "You may rest assured I shall put these dossiers on Vern's clients to the very best of use."
Then she winked lasciviously and departed, as if she were an Avon Lady who had completed a routine call
The moon was full over Benedict Canyon. Vern was growing impatient. He glanced at his watch and frowned. He and Lars Brunsgaard stood in the shadows behind a large oak tree, which was just to the right of the entrance of Lance Gregory's house.
"Where in the hell is he?" Vern said to Lars. "He should have been here half an hour ago. It shouldn't take this long to get here from the airport."
Big Lars shrugged. He coulda stopped for a drink, or he mighta had a flat tire or something."
"Yes, and he might already be here. His guests are here."
"No chance," Lars said. "The guests might be here, but him and Maria ain't. No way."
Vern hoped Lars was right. He was growing tired of standing in the damp ivy and waiting for Lance Gregory to arrive so they could give him the same beating Roscoe Snyder had given him.
In the moonlight, Lars resembled a modern-day Viking. He was almost as large as Roscoe Snyder, but he was blond, blue-eyed and slimmer than Roscoe.
A car rounded the bend, swung into the driveway and paused. Squinting, Vern observed that only one person sat in the car-the driver. It was a woman…it was Maria Reese…all by herself! Could it be a trick? Vern wondered. Could Lance Gregory be lying down in the seat? Not-likely, he told himself. There wouldn't be any good reason for that. No, they wouldn't suspect anything this close to home, Vern told himself.