The truth of the matter was that Al was the first decent fuck she'd ever had from a man, almost a shock to her nervous system. One of the reasons the slender girl became Sandy's sex-slave so quickly was that the cunt crazed brunette took the trouble to get the girl's rocks off with devastating care.
Now Sandy's husband was doing the same thing for her, only in his own way. Most men who'd fucked Ellen simply hopped on and off, coming quickly, not giving her a chance to build up her own orgasms.
The rock-hard prick fucking steadily inside her gushing cunt right now was sparking maddening thrills in her blood, allowing her to come again and again. But it wasn't just Al's staying power, either.
When Al fucked a girl, he used a variety of tricks. At this moment, while Ellen wailed and shuddered her cunt madly on his cock, spraying cunt-honey all over the mattress in her frenzy, Al was fucking her with ten slow, dreamy strokes, followed by ten rapid, savage lunges of his hips. He kept this rhythm up for ten minutes, then shifted to a series of sharp back-and-forth strokes, quickly followed by a circular swinging of his hips.
Ellen thought she was losing her mind with raw passion. It was the first time she'd ever really felt a big, hot prick inside her, in every tiny membrane of her juicy cunt. Al fucked her so thoroughly in this manner for thirty minutes that Ellen came as she never came before in her life. Except with his wife, Sandy.
Dripping with sweat but enjoying himself leisurely, Al changed positions so he could catch his breath. He lay on his back and let Ellen straddle his hips, sitting up, facing him.
She lowered her dripping pussy onto his upright cock. She reared back her head and hissed, starting to fuck him with slow, hotly sensuous grinds of her cunt.
Al played with her panting tits meanwhile, stroking the silky-smooth flesh of her belly in a downward sweep, finding her clit-bud with his thumb. He played with that until the girl was screaming with deep ecstasy again. Whenever Al got his second wind like this, his prick felt like a hunk of pig iron, steely and erect like a monument.
The major reason Sandy had married Al was sex. Once she'd fucked him, she realized that if any man could cure her of her wild obsession for sex with girls, Al could. But he didn't. He satisfied her in every possible way a man could, but Sandy still hungered feverishly for sexy girls.
Riding his long cock like a saddle of lust, Ellen was coming again in slow, hot spasms of bliss in her cunt. Her original reason for fucking Al was simply a vengeful way to get back at Sandy. But all that was changed now because she hadn't expected it to be this good, not nearly this wild and beautiful. She needed men again, more than ever, had to feel a thrilling prick fucking her deep.
But she still needed sex with women too.
As the sobbing girl came in fierce trickles of hot pussy-juice over Al's bush, arching her back and thrusting out her feverish tits, she realized that in a bizarre way Al was curing her of his own wife, Sandy! Now she could vent her urgent lust on men if she couldn't score with a woman for any reason. Giving Al a torrid blowjob was as much fun, as exciting as going down on Sandy.
The girl shuddered madly from head to toe as she ground her cunt lustfully on his cock, fucking herself to the hilt. She wondered if Al would spank her or whip her. That was why she needed women most. Only someone like Sandy could torment her in such a teasing, vicious way that Ellen could get her rocks off explosively over it. Besides, she loved being finger-fucked by Sandy, a deliciously obscene act only a woman could understand.
That's what women and girls are for, Ellen thought as she wriggled her ass madly while she clamped her boiling cunt on Al's hard-on, spanking and pussy-eating and finger-fucking and whipping. Men were for sucking and fucking, especially when they had equipment like Al's!
She suddenly collapsed on him, her hips grinding still. They were both dripping with sweat and Ellen was close to exhaustion from coming so violently. Of course, her frantic session with Sandy early this morning, that tempestuous orgy of sixty-nine where they'd sucked each other's luscious cunt until they were close to fainting, that had taken its toll, too.
Al slapped her ass and she squealed with delight. "Get me a beer from the kitchen," he told her. He grinned as she leaped to obey, suddenly energized. He watched her sleek ass bounce when she left the bedroom and Al wandered if he ought to keep her on the side as a steady fuck for a while, a month or so. In addition to fucking his hot wife and insatiable sister!
He sipped a cold beer while Ellen played with his rigid cock, showering kisses on his prick and teasing his cock with her slippery tits. Al decided that she really didn't have enough far a tit-fuck, but her silky white ass was looking more inviting every minute. He had still to come in her pussy. He'd fix that in about one minute. Al made it a point to fuck a woman in all three places the first time, mouth, pussy and juicy ass. That way, when he came back the next time for more, she knew nothing was sacred.
Some women were horrified at the thought of letting Al fuck their asses with his enormous hard-on.
He did it anyway, even if they couldn't sit down for a week, usually they ended up loving getting fucked in the ass.
Deliberately, Ellen said nothing about Sandy during their break. She was saving that for last, not wanting to interrupt the terrific hot time she was having. Her information was a double-edged sword. He might get furious, and, then again, he might get so excited he would arrange a three-way. Sandy had once mentioned to Ellen that most men were turned on by girls fucking and sucking, some of them so turned on they couldn't get a hard-on an other way. That sure as hell, wasn't Al's problem!
"Don't you ever come?" Ellen asked him, jerking his thick prick-meat with both hands.
"Only when I want to." Al grinned. "Like now. Get on all fours, on your hands and knees."
Ellen rushed to obey. He knelt behind her, resisting the temptation to just fuck his huge cock deep into her asshole. She looked like she might even be a cherry there.
He fucked his throbbing prick deep inside her eager cunt. He started fucking her with brutal lunges, fucking hard into her searing wet pussy, making her cry and yelp with excitement. He fucked all his cock to her this time, his boiling cock-head battering her hot pussy savagely.
Whenever Al was ready to come, all he had to do was concentrate on every sensation he felt. The juicy feel of her soft, trembling ass in hits fingers, the wild, fiery grip of her hot cunt squirming on his prick, sucking at his meat fiercely, her cries of passion ringing in the bedroom. All combined to explode the thick knot of jism in his loins.
Beneath his lusty assault, Ellen was dazed. Sandy had fucked her many times whit her gigantic dildo, but this was the real thing, shooting mad spurts of fuck-cream up her thrilled pussy. She spasmed from head to toe with a shattering release, his come flooding her cunt, dripping down her thighs in a deliciously sticky mess.
Finished and heaving for breath, Al slipped his nearly limp cock out of her boiling pussy. Not bad at all, he decided. She couldn't compete with his wife, and couldn't even begin to compare with his ferociously wild sister, but she was tight and hot and eager.
"Feel better?" he asked her casually.
She rolled over on her back, panting and moaning deliriously. Just out of curiosity, Al asked her how long it had been since she'd gotten laid.
She stared at him in a strange way, her dark eyes gleaming with a secret. "I'll tell you in a little while," she promised.
They got in the shower together. Al was stiff in a minute, even before she soaped his cock down. He was remembering how he took Linda's ass cherry in the shower, four years ago. That memory was enough to leave his prick pounding with steely fire.
"I can't believe how fast you get it up again!" Ellen exclaimed, jerking his cockmeat in her fist.
"It never goes down," chuckled Al. He positioned her with her hands against the tiled wall, her ass jutting out and her legs spread, as if she were ready to be frisked, by the cops.
Ellen had no idea what Al was going to do. In fact, she'd never been fucked in her luscious ass, but Sandy had snaked her tongue and her fingers up there so often that she wasn't a complete cherry.
Holding her ass-cheeks spread in his hands, Al placed his crimson prick-knob directly against her tiny asshole. Suddenly Ellen froze, realizing too late what was going to happen.
"Wait! I've never been – aaaaaaaaagh!"
He lunged forward with massive power, fucking her hot, squirming asshole almost to the hilt, he just held his prick in there firmly for a minute while the girl cried and shuddered and clawed at the tiled wall with her fingers.
"It's gonna be all right," he told her soothingly, his hands rubbing her silky ass-flesh. "I'll say you never, honey! That's tight, very nice. Now it'll only hurt for a minute or so, Ellen, and after that you'll love it forever."
He began fucking her creamy ass, cautiously at first, fucking deeper by degrees, gasping at the fiery, wriggling sensations of her juicy asshole. He played with her tits and kissed the nape of her neck meanwhile to ease her pain, but, as far as Ellen was concerned, someone had rammed a blazing two-by-four up her tender ass.
The agony was like white-hot fire up her bowels, and yet, even as she screamed and sobbed and as Al fucked his massive prick deep in her trembling ass, Ellen felt a wild undercurrent of depraved joy.
This was even wilder than a spanking! The sensations were different, much harsher and more painful, but the idea was the same. Pure punishment! In fact, Ellen got so feverishly aroused that she began wiggling her hips, moving back slightly to meet his brutal strokes.
"Unnng! Oh, God, it's ripping me in two, Al! I love it! I love it! Yes, fuck my ass harder, wowwwwwwww! Faster! Gonna come, hurts goooooooood! Oh!"
She even startled him with her sudden passion, and, in less than a minute, the dark haired switch-hitter was slamming her ass back in a fever of lust, feeling his searing cock fuck deep into her tender bowels with furious power.
In an act of kindness, Al slid one hand over her belly down to her cunt. He slipped a finger inside and finger-fucked her as he fucked her soft ass, until Ellen was trickling cunt-honey down his fingers. She let out a high keening cry of ecstasy and pure anguish as he started coming up her ass.
As soon as her bowels started flooding with his hot, gushing come, Ellen realized that she no longer needed Sandy. The stinging wet fire up her ass was so thrilling to her, made her feel so humble and weak, that it surpassed any spanking Al's wife could give her.
Al had done something for her that Sandy couldn't possibly do, not even artificially with her colossal dildo.
As Al kept spurting his thick cream up her ravaged ass, a subtle but profound change took place in Ellen's mind. She couldn't put her finger on it yet, but it was an idea, an exciting discovery she had to think over.
Hugging her tits in his hands, Al's powerful strokes gradually subsided as the last trickle of his jism oozed into her asshole. Sighing with satisfaction, he slipped out his cock, wincing as she purposely flexed her asshole.
"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" he said.
"Oh, Christ," moaned Ellen, twitching violently. "My ass feels like raw hamburger! But I liked it!"
Finishing their shower, they toweled each other dry. Al decided he would definitely use her as a steady fuck. Only once or twice a week, though, because he had Sandy and Linda to keep happy, too. As long as his faithful cock held out, he'd keep them all properly fucked.
"I gotta go," Al told her, slipping on his clothes.
Still naked, Ellen lit a cigarette, wondering if she ought to tell Al after all. If she did, she might never see him again. But Sandy deserved it! Think she could toss Ellen aside once she got tired of her, did she?
"About Sandy," Ellen said, sitting on the sofa and drawing up one knee to dig a heel into the seat.
"Ah, that's okay," Al grinned. "I realize it was only an excuse, Ellen. What the hell, I get so horny sometimes I could scream. I understand."
He lied with ease, trying to soothe her dignity.
"It was not an excuse," she said firmly. She stared directly into his eyes, taking a deep breath. "Go into my bedroom and look in the top drawer of my dresser. Everything on the right-hand side belongs to Sandy. Bring them in here, Al."
Frowning, Al finished dressing, wondering what Ellen's game was. He went to her dresser, opened the drawer and took out some items, examining them.
There were three or four pairs of panties. They were crotchless with lacy, erotic figures in various fucking positions in the intricate design. Peering closer, Al was startled to see the figures were women. Eating each other! And finger-fucking each other, too, sucking on each other's tits.
There was a picture of his wife, in her bathing suit. He'd never seen it before. There was a massive dildo, with a harness so it could be worn. And a short-handled, vicious-looking black whip. With coiled cords of nylon beneath.
There were some strange-looking knotted scarves, too.
Feeling bewildered, Al brought the stuff into the living room and dumped it on the sofa next to the naked girl. He shook his head.
"What is this crap? I don't get it."
"I'll spell it out for you, Al," Ellen said in a low voice. Her eyes blazed with vengeance. "It all belongs to your wife. Sandy and I are lovers. Or I should say were, until last night."
Al blinked his eyes, trying to understand. "Are you fucking crazy, lady? You're talking about my wife!"
"I'm talking about my ex-girlfriend," Ellen said in a low whisper, tears coming to her eyes. "You'd better sit down, Al. I'll start from the beginning."
Slowly, he sat down, his eyes never leaving her face, not even to glance at her softly panting tits or pink, exposed pussy. For twenty minutes Ellen spoke in a low, rapid voice, pausing to sob now and then. At first, Al told himself the girl was downright crazy. Not neurotic or sexually frustrated, just nuts.
But after a while he knew she had to be telling the truth. There were things she knew about his wife that only he was supposed to know. Like the birthmark on her inner thigh, right near her cunt. The way Sandy would give off low, deep groans that were eerie when she started to come.
Not only that, but watching the girl's face intently, he could sense that every word was the naked truth.
Al slumped back in his seat and chewed his lip, trying to digest the shocking information. He was stunned.
"I had to tell you," Ellen finished, wiping her eyes. "I'm sorry, Al. Are you mad at me?"
He blinked his eyes at her. "What for? It's not your doing." He suddenly felt the need for a good stiff drink, not a beer. He got up and headed for the door.
"I'll call you," he told Ellen. "I've got to figure things out."
"Sure," Ellen nodded, walking up to him.
"I'm here if you want me. Anytime, Al. Day or night."
"Yeah, sure," he muttered and shut the door behind him.
In a daze, he got on his motorcycle, kicked it over and took off in a roar. He headed for a bar near the beach. Once there, he ordered three straight shots and lined them up on his table in a booth. He tossed one off and thought hard. Then he tossed another one off and thought same more. When he finished the third, he ordered three more.
In her apartment, Ellen slumped on the sofa, feeling a strange tumult of emotions. She was deeply fulfilled, Al's thick come still tickling her tender ass and glowing pussy. She felt rotten in one way, because she'd told Al about Sandy. In another way, she felt vicious and triumphant.
But the biggest bonus she'd gotten out of the sudden orgy of sex, aside from Al's mammoth hard-on, was something she realized about Sandy. Sandy had been teaching her all this time. The student nurse no longer felt the need to be spanked and bound and whipped. She'd actually been learning all those bizarre, kinky tricks from the hot brunette as a sort of undergraduate course.
Now it was Ellen's turn to do the spanking and whipping and teasing.
All she had to do was find another innocent, trusting girl like she'd been a year ago.
As soon as she recovered from the wanton combination of Sandy's mad lips and fingers and Al's huge prick!
At nineteen, Ellen was growing up fast, destined to become the hottest switch-hitter in town someday. But in the meantime, her ass still felt like raw hamburger!