Ellie & Her Adversaries

Three hours later we were in the Emergency Ward at Carmel Community Hospital. Tess had awakened and discovered that she was half-blind in both eyes, unable to see anything to the left of straight ahead. Suspecting a stroke, Will had summoned an ambulance and, after a while, much of Tess's family was filling the entire waiting room…parents, brothers, sisters, kids…and me.

I felt shattered. Lost. And, more than a little guilty at the memory – just hours old – of Ellie having fellated me in the darkness of the TV room after her sister and I had made love. My body was grungy, I was unshaven, my scalp itched, my mouth tasted worse than before, and all I could do was hold my head in my hands and look at the floor.

I was really down, and began thinking back. I'd been disgusted with my job for a year and had wanted to quit, which I'd tried unsuccessfully to discuss with Tess. My self-image was shot. Until I'd met her, in previous years I'd been a cad, taking out my frustrations on the bodies of countless women. And now I'd cheated twice on my girlfriend – whose physical health was suddenly marginal – with her elder sister! Ellie and Don sat on either side of me, being my closest friends in the family, and she periodically stroked my shoulder in a comforting, reassuring way, which did little to assuage my guilt. It was late afternoon when Will came out with the attending physician, and gave us the news.

"Not much to be worried about," said the doctor. "It appears that a clot has formed in the brain and blocked the signal that stimulates the optic nerve on the left side. It occasionally happens with women who've taken birth control pills for an extended period of time."

"Is it permanent?" I asked.

"Very doubtful," assured the physician. "She's so young that in a few days other cells in the right side of Tess's brain will have assumed their new duty. Of course, we'll keep her here to monitor her improvement."

"She'll have to postpone her concert," said Ellie.

"I'll handle that," I offered. "The calendar's open, so…maybe in a few weeks…?" I questioned, looking at Will.

"Good, Rick," he said. "I'll stay 'til tonight and keep you apprised by phone. You'll be at home?"

"Yeah, but can I see her now?" I asked, suddenly thankful that there was a doctor in the family. Cynic though I was, I'd harbored a profound respect for medics since my experiences in Vietnam.

"She's resting, ol' buddy. Just go back home, relax and go about your business. I'll keep you abreast of what's happening," he said.

I was one of the last to leave, saying goodbye to Don, Ellie and Will. I made the trip north to the city in under two hours, throwing caution to the winds, almost daring highway patrol officers to pull me over. At home I ate, cleaned my funky body, shaved, put on a robe, cracked open a magnum of Chardonnay and turned the stereo volume up high, using Mahler's romantic symphonies to soothe my confused anxieties as I hoped for a reassuring phone call that didn't come. I looked wistfully at the Steinway baby grand that I'd bought for Tess – too large for her small studio, hence forcing us to keep it in my much larger apartment – and wished that she were here to soothe my feverish brow. What'll we do about birth control now? I wondered. Gawd, was I ever selfish…and awfully depressed.

Close to finishing the bottle of wine, I heard the unwelcome sound of my doorbell. The alcohol had distilled my depression into anger as, barefoot, I lurched down the carpeted stairs to my first floor entrance. Not bothering to peek through the curtains on my glass-paned front door, I jerked it open, fully prepared to insult whomever had the poor judgement to be visiting me late on a Sunday evening.



It was Ellie, looking pale, wan…almost frightened. A suitcase stood beside her on the porch. "Ellie! I thought you…".

"We had a fight. I came back with Will and Cassie, then got a cab here. Can I come in?" she asked, plaintively.

"Of course!" I said, grabbing her suitcase and ushering her in. She was still dressed in the tights she'd slept in the previous night, and the morning's impromptu costume of gray skirt and Don's blue shirt, covered with a short, denim jacket. She slipped inside and I sat down her suitcase in the small foyer, causing our bodies to nearly touch.

She looked up at me with clear, sad, almond eyes and her little chin started to tremble, "He said he was going camping with one of his brothers for a couple of days. He wanted me to stay with his folks and wait 'til he got back!" Then, she sobbed, "I know he's going away with that woman he's fucking!" and her shoulders started to shake.

This was a side of Ellie that I hadn't previously seen. She'd always seemed so…together. But the devastated look on her beautiful face showed profound emotional distress and the ultimate female humiliation and betrayal.

Of course I hugged her, feeling her tension immediately melt as my arms surrounded her with her cheek touching my chest, warming me through my bathrobe's deep vee neck. We both needed comforting, I realized, she for her unraveling marriage and I for my manic reactions to recent events. But the rich, musky scent of her luscious, un-showered body overrode any therapeutic impulses. Her small, curvy frame spurred to immediate life my already coursing adrenalin and another dozen or so of my raging male hormones. Refusing to acknowledge the potential negative consequences, I gasped, "Ellie…," as I brought her mouth up to mine with two fingers under her chin. She whimpered as our lips touched, for a second very tentatively, then passionately, with our tongues lashing at one another.

Her jacket came off first, as she ripped open my robe, her warm hands caressing my naked front. She reached behind herself and unbuttoned her skirt, which pooled to the floor. I lifted her two stairs up to more easily kiss her as, together, we stripped off her husband's shirt. Next, she reached under her filmy top and pulled it over her head, baring her incredibly taut breasts, which thrust forward arrogantly, inviting my hungry lips and hands. My fingers kneaded their firm flesh as I sucked hard at one, vacuuming its stiff nipple and aureole deeply into my mouth, causing her to groan deeply. As I switched to her other breast, she was struggling to peel off her tights, which were so snug that she began whining at her failure to get them down her thighs. "Rip them off!" she gasped in desperation, which I did, hearing the scanty fabric tear from my violent tugs. She was now stark naked and sinking to the stairs, spreading both of her legs to allow me instant access to her moist center. She climbed backward, up two or more stairs, as I shed my robe from my shoulders and dropped my head immediately between her legs to cover her plump vulva with my open mouth. "Ooohh…Riiick!" she yelped, as my tongue greedily sank into her, my lips closing around her opening and sucking down the first tasty drippings of her copious lubricant.

We'd both wanted this…for weeks as best I knew, maybe longer…and our minds were screaming, Now! Now! Now! insofar as our minds had anything to do with it. Our bodies had their own agendas as well, and cumming was right at the top of their respective lists. Without the wine I'd consumed, I probably could've climaxed just by looking at her and listening to her passionate entreaties. Given the alcohol, however, I was ridiculously priapic, hard as the proverbial rock, and prepared to do us both some good. Determined to make this memorable, I kept eating her, spreading her delicious, mushy, hairy labia with my thumbs and lashing at her throbbing pink clit with my tongue, until she came with the force of an onrushing train. Ten feet inside my front door, Ellie filled the narrow stairway corridor with a good two minutes of the sweetest, throaty, feminine groaning that I'd ever imagined possible.

Still trembling as I raised my head from her prominent, juicy mound, she looked down at me through slitted eyes and opened her legs further, bracing her little feet on one higher stair, and beckoned to me with her fingers, gasping, "C'mere." I was resting on my knees briefly, with my angry, blood-filled staff jutting up at an angle, not six inches from her flowery pussy, and she whispered, "Please come inside me, Rick. I've wanted you for so looong!"

Her eyes closed briefly and she whimpered as my spongy head grazed her quivering inner petals. "Ahhh, Gawd, Ellie!" I cried, as I felt that first electric touch of flesh between two new lovers – that blinding, searing, shard of pure, unadulterated joy as the rigid, hot male penis pushes aside the equally hot, wet inner lips of the receptive female's vagina. She opened her eyes to look up into mine and it was something special…a seemingly bottomless plea for love and tenderness. As normally guarded as I was, at that moment I felt in my hardened heart the planting of the seed that blossoms into all-encompassing bliss. I sank into her softness as she thrust up to meet me, then we thrashed at one another blindly, savagely, clawing at one another for a few minutes until she came quickly, shrieking. I grunted ferally and growled in empathy, then slowed down…very gradually…with the arrogant male satisfaction that Round One had come off so well.

When our breathing had returned to normal, I eased myself off of her, slipping from her wetness as she moaned disappointedly, and grabbed her large purse and my robe. "Bedroom?" she asked, breathily.

"Yeah," I gasped. "We'll get the suitcase in the morning," and I pushed her two stairs up with one hand on her hot, silken bottom. I noticed a slight abrasion across her lower back, where our frenzied movements had rubbed it pink against the carpet, and made a mental note to treat it tenderly at a later time. She'd not yet risen to her feet as my fingers slid across her oozing pussy and I barked, "Wait!"

She turned her head back to me quickly, startled at the sharp tone of my voice, her eyes nearly round with surprise. I crept up behind her and gently reached forward under her to cup her full breasts and bring her back toward me. I heard her exhale in relief as both of her knees were brought to bear on the same step, spread widely, and my tumescent meat eased slowly into her again until I struck her cervix. "Ohh, my Gawwwd…Richard," she moaned. "Jeezusss, yesss, ohh…ohh…ohh…ohh," she panted, thrusting back against me, as my eyes devoured the sublime, tan female form that welcomed my manhood. I watched with delight as my swollen girth slid back and forth in her slit, pulling with it on the outstroke the wet, wispy pubic hairs that encircled her clasping labia.

My hands left her breasts, their fingers departing reluctantly from her stiff, corky nipples, and passed across her armpits, which rasped with a slight stubble, and caressed her lovely, silken shoulders, then down her back to her waist. My thumbs pushed firmly against the muscles on either side of her spinal valley and she mewled with pleasure at the brief massage. Still exhaling little encouraging gasps of pleasure, she continued thrusting back at me, impaling herself vigorously on my probe. The dimples at the top of her buttocks flattened then hollowed…flattened and hollowed…countless times as I drilled her lewdly. I lifted my hips with the aid of one foot on a higher stair and grazed her G Spot, then dropped them to poke at her cervix, then flicked them from side to side, wanting to – no, determined to! – acquaint myself with every portion of her tight, sucking vagina. I stroked her sumptuous bottom, running fingers around my cock to show her my fascination with her cunt, gathering her juice and buttering her buns with it, even teasing her shiny little tan anal star.

Ellie was appreciative, and let me know it vocally. As her excitement mounted, and as I became more pronounced with my lurid stirrings of her insides, she began crying out loudly as I pounded into her. A continuous, throaty stream of, "Unhh…unhh…unhh…unhh…unhh," escaped her open mouth, inviting more hammering from my loins, which filled the stairway with sounds of thwop…thwop…thwop as our hot flesh slapped together, seeming to melt and dissolve into one undulating form. And again she began to orgasm, this time beginning her vibrations from deep inside, which transmitted themselves to her beauteous quivering butt. She turned her head slightly to the side so that I saw her slack-jawed mouth open in profile, and I plunged into her as hard as I could. Her eyes were closed and her lips peeled back over her teeth as I ground my glans against her cervix, slipping as deeply as I could into her womb. Then she simply screamed, "Aaaaawwww, Fuuuuuuuuuccckkk!" and froze in one position until her elbows gave way and she collapsed to the stairs, gasping, "Mmmmnnn...mmmmnnn…mmmmnnn."

When we'd both gained our breath, I whispered, "Okay, hon…ey…now let's…go to…the bedroom."

She groaned, and stretched her stiff legs out straight. I switched off the stairway light and we staggered up to my room, where I turned on a dim lamp and tossed her purse next to the bed before stripping back the covers. She bounded onto the sheets, butt first with legs spread and pulled back expectantly, apparently anticipating my still-rampant cock to plunge back into her. "Uh-uh," I grunted, and flopped next to her in a sideways "69" position. Once again I buried my face in her gooey, hot vulva as she whined gratefully and slipped her velvety mouth over me.

Sometime later – since time seems inconsequential to lovers – Ellie climaxed again from my oral teasing. As she cooed my name and other soft, womanly, sounds, I abruptly pulled away and quickly flipped her onto her knees, with her head and shoulders on the bed. I licked languorously the length of the pink abrasion above her bottom, then I lingered down to her crack and gave her anus several full swipes of my tongue, which caused her to pucker and gasp, "Rick! Noooo…I'm so dirty!"

"Ssshh!" I countered. "I want all of you…," and resumed licking her rectum, causing her to mewl pleasurably and emit through its gradual looseness the bittersweet taste of her bowels. I supped eagerly at her little hole until she finally stopped moaning and merely breathed deeply, extremely relaxed.

Sliding up to her side, she looked at me exhaustedly and said, "You're too much. I've gotta sleep for a while." I started to kiss her but she turned away, whining, "No! Not after you've sucked my ass! Go brush your teeth…you animal," she admonished, softly, with a giggle. As I rose, she grabbed my hand, bringing it to her lips, and kissed my fingers lightly.

Returning to the bedroom, I discovered Ellie asleep, laying half on one side, with her face turned at an angle toward the ceiling. The dim light cast her naked body in a golden hue, gradually blending into mauve shadows. I stood looking at her for the longest time, marveling at the perfect architecture of her firm breasts and flat belly, which descended to her prominent, fleshy mons, thatched with wispy black hair, and the appetizing flare of her upper thighs rising from its borders.

I took more moments to study her face. Her thick, glistening black hair had been cut attractively over her moderately high forehead, emphasizing the perfect occipital ovals from the outer end of her immaculately plucked eyebrows, down the curved bridge of her nose, to its narrow tip. Her high, vulpine – fox-like – cheekbones were nearly touched by her long eyelashes, which curled upward at the outer ends. Her cheeks narrowed to a small clefted chin, above which her wide, sculpted lips now lay half open, expelling her honey-sweet breath in barely discernible gasps. One hand lay splayed under a breast, with the other hand half curled next to her head on the pillow.

By this time my cock had gone flaccid, yet a couple of pulses hit my groin involuntarily. My eyes misted momentarily at the vision of beauty before me and I turned off the lamp and slid next to her, spooning behind her to wrap one arm over her and grasp one breast, with my prick nestling nicely into the crack of her ass. She roused momentarily as we snuggled, mumbled something in her sleep, and reached back to grasp my member with her small hand. For a second I wondered if she knew it was mine. Regardless, as I heard her even breathing in the dark, I knew that for the first time in years I was feeling something far more significant than lust.

Part 4

Before dawn I felt Ellie get out of bed and go to the bathroom to make toilet-flushing, splashing and gargling sounds. I tapped on the door and she opened it, smiling at me around her toothbrush. My cock was erect, t his time from a full bladder, and she giggled as I shifted the tides in the bowl with my copious stream. When I'd finished she said, "I knew I shouldn't shower, since you're probably gonna want to fuck 'til breakfast!" as she regarded my relatively stiff dick. "Here," she said, handing me my mouthwash from the vanity. "I'm not gonna kiss you 'til you clean your morning mouth," she snickered, walking out with her purse, back to the bedroom I assumed.

I brushed my teeth and rinsed, looking at my half erect prick and shrugging. Walking out, I couldn't find Ellie in bed, though her purse sat beside it. Instead, she was sitting on the bench at Tess's grand piano, on which she started to play a few bars of Chopin's Ballade #3.

"Didn't know you played," I said, sitting facing her, astride the bench.

"Violin was my primary instrument. Tess passed me on the piano when I was about twelve. This is a beautiful model. She didn't tell me it was a Steinway 'A'."

"Yup," I said. "Built in 1928…recently reconditioned…one of the finest."

She stopped her playing, turned and looked at me, saying, "So are you, Rick." Then she leaned toward me and planted a warm, tender kiss on my lips. "You're too generous with her. Be careful," she warned, then scooted back on the bench to lift one leg over it, straddling the seat and facing me. Giving me a smoky look and fluttering her eyelashes, she said, innocently – girlishly – "I'm gonna suck your cock now, okay?" and took me into her mouth, causing me to grit my teeth and gasp as I once again felt the soft, heated tissues of her throat. Without the stilling qualities of wine, I was much more sensitive than the night before. Nevertheless, I probably could be depended upon to do well with a rampant morning erection. So, when Ellie had sucked me to the consistency of steel, she pulled off and whispered, "And now I'm gonna make you cum inside me, okay?" She looked at me again with a glance reminiscent of an adolescent girl as she stood up and wrapped her legs around my hips with her heels behind my buttocks as I sat astride the bench.

"Comfy?" I asked.

A devilish look glinted in her eyes and she said, "Oh, jes. "C'mon, beeg white boy. Do a leetle brown Pilipina girl a pabor, yeh?" she sing-songed, humorously affecting pidgin English. Again she kissed me, this time deeply, and raised herself up to place my cock at her opening with one hand. "Ohh…yeh…gib me your tee-tee in my pec-pec, Reeck!" she continued, using the cute little Tagalog colloquialisms for male and female genitals in a giggling, exaggerated accent.

By the time she'd sat on me we were both moaning and nibbling at one another's faces and necks. In her passion, she'd switched back to California English. "Ohhh…Gawwd…Richard. I've wanted…to fuck you…on this piano…ever since I heard…you'd bought it," she confessed through clenched teeth. Then she was silent, emitting only grunts and moans as we thrust at one another for many minutes. Then her tone changed as she sped up, trying to make sense. "Th…Thank you…for last night. I needed you. I need you…Oh…Gawd…Rick, I…need you…I need you! Now!" she almost shouted as her vagina began gripping me more tightly. "Yeah! Now! Now! Cummm-ming! Now!…Ooohh…Nowwwwwww…".