Message-ID: <4703eli$9710081343@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: dez187lm@hotmail.com (H.D. Meister) Subject: Story: Tales Five - tales005.txt [1/1] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <61epv3$s8u$3@solaris.cc.vt.edu> As usual, if you are not 18, or live in a community where adult material is illegal, do not read this!! Also, this work is meant to be freely published, so long as due credit is given to the author. Comments can be directed to: dez187lm@hotmail.com And yes... I am the author!! ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Tales Five: Ellen By: H.D. Meister Friends. The word meant much to her, but there was something more to the word for Ellen Richardson. She had two friends, and treasured them both. One was a young man she had known since she was too young to remember. He was known as Victor Fallon to everyone, but she always called him Jazz. That was their word for something so cool as to defy all but the most simple of words. The other was her current roommate Allison. She was a frumpy young woman, used to not having friends. How they hit it off so well, Ellen will never know; they simply did. As she sat in her room, Friday evening looming like a giant bat overhead, Ellen was not her usual self. Gone was the smile she wore with pride. She wanted someone to love, but was torn by her desires. Part of her wanted the sure grip of a male; the other lusted for the gentle touch of a woman. She was about to turn in for the night when there came a gentle knock on her door. "Yes?" Her eyes locked onto the form before her. He was taller now, and sported a mustache that crept down his face until it reached his chin, but it was Jazz. The eyes were still bright... and dark at the same time. The stance was still the same: bold and challenging, but with just enough humility to make one simply overlook the strength of the man. Behind him stood Allison. "I got the word just yesterday, Sis. What’s wrong?" Ellen looked to her roommate for answers, but saw only the caring of a friend who knew without knowing. She smiled. "Shut the door," she whispered. Then she turned her back to both. Jazz would know; they shared a bond that she knew would last through all storms, even the surging tide of lust between her thighs. She would not have to say a word; he would know, and do what he could to help. The only wild card was Allison. Why was she still here? The answer came to her almost as an afterthought; Allison was gay... or at least wanted to be. But why would she want Jazz here? "You know the answer, Sis." Bi-sexual. Sweet little Allison wanted the best of both worlds, with her, Ellen, as the female half of the coin. Bowing her head, she raised her arms in the pattern of the crucifix, the sign of defiance she and Jazz had used so many years ago. She closed her eyes, but opened them just in time to see Allison, hair in a tight, conservative bun, force a smile onto her face. "Please... don’t be mad with me." Soft. Like the morning dew on a flower. Allison’s voice did more for Ellen than an entire week away from the grind of college work. With a warm, heart felt smile, she gave her roommate silent permission. This Lone Wolf will always hear you, Sis. And when you need me the most, I shall be there. These were the last words Jazz said to her as his family packed their belongings into the moving van. She believed them, and he was true to his word. Whenever times were dark, he was there. Even now, with lust awakening within her, he was there. She had often thought about him, and wondered what he looked like. If her fingers and panties could speak, they would certainly tell of the myriad of fantasies she had involving him. Fantasy would soon be replaced with reality. She knew he was right behind her, not more than a thought away. But first, there was Allison. As Allison tilted her face upwards, Ellen met lips she had caught herself thinking about during unguarded moments. Their tongues danced slowly, as if trying to match the beat unheard. And within her, Ellen felt the fires of Lust grow steadily. Then came the inferno. Ellen watched as Allison quickly jerked back, almost as if she were slammed in the chest by something totally overpowering. She knew what it was; she had felt it whenever Jazz called her. He wanted them both to know that nothing that happened would shatter an old friendship, or a new one. She watched as awareness washed over her roommate, cleansing her. Allison returned. Only this time she let one trembling hand touch her breast. "Alli," she whispered, "don’t be shy. Let’s make this what we both hoped it would be... and more." She lowered her arms and wrapped them around her roommate’s ample body, pulling her until their bodies touched. And for the first time in quite a while, she felt at ease. She placed trembling hands onto her roommate’s breasts, and wondered briefly why they were shaking. She wanted to have sex with Alli and Jazz. Then it hit her: she was about to surrender to a desire. Years of fantasies that had kept tight reign on her desires would, in but a few moments, cease to exist as she knew them. Soon she would know the experience, and the memory would bloom and grow within her until it was a field of soft grass and stunning flowers for her to lay upon. Ellen could feel each breath Alli made, and her roommate’s heartbeat fell into time with her own pulse. At the same time, she felt Jazz step away from them. She knew he was watching them. He was waiting for them to know pleasure within each other before he joined in. Somehow, she felt that he was trying to control something within himself, and she could hear the silent nod as he told her to enjoy herself. So she did.. Clothes found their way to the ground with alarming speed, and Ellen found herself clad only in her hot pink bra and matching g-string panties. Alli wore white, which was fitting since she was, as far as Ellen knew, still a virgin. Ellen watched as Alli let her hair down, licking her lips at the soft whoosh as her hair slid down her neck, draping seductively over the smooth shoulders. As her roommate turned around, giving her a glimpse of pure flesh, she twitched one finger, then stepped back. Ellen smiled, banishing the downcast look which tried to creep onto Alli’s face. She positioned herself beside Alli as Jazz rose and stripped off his clothing. He moved silently, removing his clothes with practiced ease. Alli’s gasp was an understatement; Jazz was an ebony prince nude. His arms showed the signs of hidden strength, and his pectoral muscles thundered with power. But it was his legs that caught her eyes. They made no attempt to hide the raw energy they possessed, and as her eyes found his manhood, fear crept into her gut. He was about seven inches long by her guess, and it hooked down. It was easily close to two and a half inches thick, and bounced heavily. As Jazz raised his arms, Ellen turned to face her roommate. The awe on her face was amusing, but it was soon replaced with Lust. Alli wanted to feel Jazz slide that monster pleasure deep within her. She would have to wait; Ellen was first. She fastened her lips over one cotton clad nipple as her hands slid underneath the leg bands of the cotton panties. Soft. That was the only way to describe the sensation, and even that word was inadequate. A familiar sound greeted her ears: Alli sighed. She had heard this sound at night, knowing her roommate was busy pleasuring herself. Even in the dark, she could see Alli’s hands slide over her body. More often than not, she had joined her, taking care to not allow her roommate to know that she was not alone in her pleasure. Now there was no need for stealth. She traveled to the other nipple, letting her tongue dragged lazily between the covered flesh of Alli’s breasts. Upon arrival, she was pleased that this nipple was just as hard, and just as delicious. Her hands stayed on Alli’s ass cheeks, touching each and every inch. One finger twitched, and both hands quickly pulled away the cotton barricade. Then they rose up her back and freed the clasp on the bra. She lifted her face away from Alli’s breast, and her roommate shrugged off the last of her clothing. Her roommate was beautiful. Something was missing, and her eyes quickly confirmed this: Alli was shaven as smooth as a baby! The sight caused Ellen to moan; she had always wanted to know what a smooth shaven cunt tasted like. Without a second thought, she inched her face towards Alli’s mound of Venus and sought the answer. Her dreams were a pale imitation of reality; the taste was sublime. She slid her tongue over the mound, drooling like a newborn.. And all the while, her roommate continued to sigh, the pitch rising as orgasm threatened to tear her apart. "Let go," came Jazz’s voice. He had moved behind Alli, and Ellen knew that her roommate would likely fall from the force of her first partner induced orgasm. Not wanting to tease, Ellen slithered her tongue into Alli’s tunnel as she rubbed the surface of her teeth against Alli’s clit. Ellen’s fingers sought out Alli’s asshole and began to massage it slowly until one slender finger was given purchase within that forbidden passage. He could sense Alli try to fight her orgasm. The legs framing her face were confused: close or open? Stand or fall? Fall and open were the choices. Ellen rose, female love nectar covering her mouth and chin. She looked at Alli, whose face was slack with pleasure. A smile wound its way onto her lips, and Ellen joined her. After a minute, Jazz let go of her, and Alli moved to give her the pleasure that had been given to her. Ellen waited patiently. She knew that her roommate would have no idea of what to do, and would act only on instinct, but that would do. All she would need was the feel of Alli’s flesh against her own. Her roommate took time to remove the bra and g-string from her body, and each second boomed as she waited for the true touch. It came as Alli wrapped her arms around her back and pulled until their bodies touched. The fires of Lust raged around them, and Ellen felt one lone tremor of her impending orgasm rippled over her down covered cunt. Her eyes flickered briefly towards Jazz, who was looking at Alli... with a sly smile on his face. Another tremor rippled through her as she realized that Jazz wanted to remove the thin covering over her love.. Then her body jumped; Alli had found her clit and was sucking gently on it, flicking her tongue over it. Ellen briefly wondered where her quiet roommate had learned to do this, but the thought was banished as she felt two hands caress her bottom.. The fingers crept towards the split between her cheeks. Soon, a third, more tentative hand joined the two which were busy spreading open the guardians of her nether hole. She looked down at Alli, who was looking up... asking for permission. Ellen gave it by pulling of her roommate’s bra and pulling on the nipples she had so recently tasted. They were still wet. When one slender finger slid into her asshole, the entire room simply ceased to exist; all Ellen could see was a dizzying array of colors flash across her closed eyes. Her mouth flung open, and was met with soft, caring lips. Her tongue dueled with the invading tongue, and her nipples screamed for release and relief. After what seemed like eternity, Ellen opened her eyes and pulled Alli up. She kissed her tenderly, and was overjoyed with the ease her roommate responded. "Alli? Are you ready?" Ellen asked as her fingers pulled on her roommate’s clit, stroking it lovingly. While she wanted to feel Jazz within her first, she did not want to take from Alli the pleasure of knowing the sensation of being filled totally. The smile on Alli’s face pulled a chuckle from her. "Only if you can watch... up close," spoke Jazz. The sound of his voice snatched Ellen from the comforting afterglow of orgasm. She noticed that Alli’s face flashed once with confusion, then again with the wickedness of his suggestion. Ellen stepped away from them, then lay on the carpeted floor. She watched as Jazz led Alli around her prone body until they were both standing over her head. She swallowed, then licked her lips in anticipation of the meal she was about to feast upon. Each inch of Alli’s slow descent onto her mouth was another mountain, and the fire within her center climbed them easily and quickly. Ellen flicked her tongue once over Alli’s lower lips, and was greeted with the sweet taste of arousal. Her own nectar flowed freely down her upper thighs. When Alli remained poised just within reach of her tongue, she looked for Jazz. He was keeping her from falling fully onto her face, teasing Ellen. Her eyes pleaded with him... begged him to let her roommate fall. She sensed Alli lean over her, and soon felt the gentle kissed rained on her thighs. Yet despite the desire to close her eyes, she held them open; she wanted to see Jazz take the gift offered him: Alli’s virginity. She wondered if he knew her roommate was a virgin, a question he answered when his fingers spread Alli wide before placing her now open love over her face. Ellen slid her tongue into Alli, and felt her roommate’s body shudder. She mimicked Alli’s movements when her own love became filled with Alli’s tongue. It was wide and thick... an omen of the sensation she would soon know. And then some, Sis. Her eyes closed, and a faint memory walked through the fog of Lust. Jazz had brought a small bookbag with him. She laughed; no one would look oddly at him, thinking him a student. The fact that he was with Alli, someone known to be a loner, would not even raise an eyebrow at college. Jazz had thought of everything. Ellen felt Alli remove her face from between her thighs, and immediately began to stroke her roommate’s heaving breasts. Alli was nowhere near bliss, but was attempting to prepare herself for the invasion of Jazz’s thundering manhood. Ellen realized that she had avoided looking at the hugeness that he possessed, mainly out of fear. Fear that it would tear her apart piece by agonizing piece. She pressed her nose into Alli’s asshole and shook her head violently. She got what she wanted; her roommate inhaled deeply and held in the sex soaked air as her small orgasm rippled through her soft flesh. Jazz’s silent command was obeyed quickly, and Ellen removed her head from its place. Then she watched as he slid his power over the now drenched smoothness of Alli’s mound. Jazz may have been collected, but the thick, clear liquid his manhood oozed told another tale. "Let go," he whispered as he slid himself forward into Alli. Ellen envied her roommate. "Never... I... never..." Ellen watched as Jazz filled her roommate slowly, easing himself into Alli. She gazed at the vision before her, and felt her nipples tingle with anticipation of knowing that same blissful sensation. She saw him stop, not pause, and again obeyed his command. She lifted her head slightly, and fixed her lips on Alli’s clit. Her tongue flicked across the nubbin once; she knew what was to come. She blinked, and felt Jazz’s seed heavy sack upon the bridge of her nose. Her ears were greeted with the sound of someone gagging... on pleasure. Alli was well within the furious storm of orgasm, as the generous amounts of essence that flooded down her thighs. Her own mound begged for attention, which Alli gave freely. When her roommate returned her head to her lap, Ellen was forced to close her eyes, for her roommate was successfully pulling her into the storm which she was experiencing. Ellen did not try to fight it; She continued to suckle at Alli’s nubbin as Jazz filled, emptied, filled and emptied her Love again and again and again and again. The thunder claps of flesh on flesh swirled in Ellen’s ears as she quickly lost herself in orgasmic bliss. She wallowed in it, coating her sweat soaked soul in the pleasure she was given by these two friends. And friends they were, both in deed and feeling. She barely felt as one of her hands reached for Jazz’s manhood. Her fingers found purchase on the sack that kissed her nose each time he filled her roommate. One gentle squeeze, and a slight pull, and she felt him increase his pace. As he did so, She felt Alli fill her nether hole with two fingers. They swirled in tempo with his thrusts, and Ellen felt herself rising yet again, even though she had not yet even begun to climb down from the pleasurable power of her orgasm. She knew that she would sleep well... if she survived. That thought yanked her even higher. Ellen felt Alli bellow into her womanly tenderness. Seconds later, Alli went limp. Ellen rode her own downfall carefully before rolling her roommate off of her. Quickly, she spun around until she was beside her. Alli’s breathing was deep; she would soon be asleep. A glance at Jazz told her that Alli would not sleep long; he would not allow it. "How long have we waited, Sis?" "Too long," she managed to moan. She looked down at his manhood, and saw that it was beginning to get larger; he had saved the fullness of his manhood for her and her alone. He settled it’s head within the gates of her Love, and stopped again. The caring which always made her smile blazed across his face. "I love you." She heard the question, and had answered. She loved him deeply, even though she knew that their paths may well take them in different directions. He stopped because he did not wish to fill her with his seed... unless he was certain she wanted it. Thousands of possibilities... and only one of them would make it to carry on the kindness, tenderness, and power which he carried easily upon his thick, deep brown painted shoulders. Nothing could have prepared her for the rapture that exploded through her as he made love to her. It was not just sex; he was making love to her... and she made love to him. Her hands slid over his body with love; she kissed him with love. What had begun as pleasurable sex had revealed itself for what it was: love. Each move Jazz made she matched on instinct. Ellen now knew what her friend had spoke about so may years ago: they would always be one and the same. Her nipples screeched with pleasure. Her essence flowed freely, coating not only her thighs, but his. She moaned, and felt the torrent of kissed and licks that Jazz rained down upon her neck, face and breasts. Within her mind’s eye, she saw the void black thunderheads of their orgasm. THEIR orgasm. She saw her open wide her arms. Nothing. She saw nothing. She felt everything. Ellen knew she told the world of her love for Jazz, but could not hear her proclamation for herself. She could feel her body thrash chaotically beneath his body. She could feel him manhood fire blast after blast of white-hot future within her, and relished each one as it slammed into her, seeking the comfort of her womb. "Wow." Ellen smiled. Wow was probably the best way for her roommate to describe the power which washed over her, and all Ellen could do was try to smile. Then she remembered something that had always amazed her: Jazz’s endurance. Through the haze of bliss, she saw him inhale slowly and deeply. She watched as he held it, and counted the ticks. "Watch, Alli," she whispered through slack lips. She waited patiently, knowing that Jazz was preparing to give both women pleasure as only he could. She noticed that his eyes had closed, and his body was shuddering. Soon, he exhaled and opened his eyes, and she was greeted with the Jazz she knew from eons past. Strong... full of life... and more than enough surprises. She didn’t need to look at Alli to know that her friend and roommate’s eyes had almost fell out of her head. Ellen fed off of his new energy, and sat up, wrapping one arm around Alli’s back, placing one finger onto one painfully taunt nipple. "Now that we have been properly introduced... how about some fun?" "Like what?" whimpered Alli. Ellen chuckled; if she knew Jazz, Alli would know how much fun sex could be, and would more than likely never want anything less. She felt pity for the men who would know the warmth of Alli’s love; they would forever be gauged against Jazz, and would always fall short in one manner or another. "Well... I know that Sis would like this..." Ellen watched as he reached for the bookbag. One hand disappeared into its void, and returned... with a strap-on latex cock and a small tube of some type of lube. "Can I try it first?" Ellen turned her head slowly. She would not have thought her friend willing to go through with fucking her cunt as Jazz filled her asshole, and here she was begging for the chance to go first. Ellen reached the strap-on, and began to put it on when Jazz stood. Power. Kindness.. Caring. Friendship. All these and more his standing form announced with that humble air that she always said would take him far. And even though she had just went through the most powerful orgasm of her life, she could feel her essence flow once more. She fingered the rubbery stiffness of her ‘cock’ and discovered that it bore several rows of bumps. It also possessed a set of false testicles, and a thick plug angled just right to be inserted into the waiting maw of the wearer. This plug was guarded by its own guardians: flexible latex fingers. She looked down at the plug... and smiled. "Not yet. Someone has to lose something first." Ellen didn’t look at Alli. She walked towards the only chair in the room with arms, draped a towel over it, and sat, flinging her legs over the arms. She turned her head towards Alli, and saw the depths of her excitement. Her eyes flickered over to Jazz, wondering if he was truly prepared. When she saw the two safety razors in his hand, she laughed. She should not have doubted him. "The first cut is yours, Alli. If I’m right, you’ll be doing this more often." "Do I get to return the favor?" Ellen playfully asked. "Tomorrow," Alli growled. Her roommate was going to wear her out.... not that she didn’t like the thought of spending many nights with her face planted between Alli’s thighs. The removal did not go without the occasional accidental brushes against Ellen’s throbbing clit, and Ellen found it hard to fight the bliss that threatened to ruin their concentration. When they were finished, both stood back, looking curiously like proud parents, at her bare mound. The air, bloated with the sublime scent of sex, made its way across this newly revealed territory. "Now then, Allison. Choose." Ellen bent forward, locking her legs in place. She held her roommate’s shoulders and guided her head towards her lap and watched as Alli spread her ample rear to Jazz. When her roommate’s tongue began sliding over the bare flesh offered to it, Ellen blacked out from the orgasm as she threw her hips forward, grabbing Alli’s hair. She never saw Jazz enter her roommate’s nether hole, but felt the bellow of pleasure as it crashed through Alli’s lips and made its way to her own clit. Ellen lifted her roommate’s head and helped her stand fully. The glint in Jazz’s eye was unmistakable: he knew. Ellen listened to the nonsense that escaped from Alli’s lips as her dear friend pleasured her. With a smile, she reached for the strap-on and put it on, taking care to make sure it was secure. Once done, she took Alli’s twisting head in her hands gently. When Alli’s eyes opened enough, Ellen took the fake manhood in one hand and stroked her roommate’s bare mound. Fear flashed across those soft, caring eyes, and Ellen found herself suddenly feeling the power that flowed easily through Jazz. "One," said Jazz. Ellen helped him lift Alli’s legs until they were caught easily in her own arms. She placed the tip of her ‘manhood within the gates of her roommate’s essence and waited for Jazz’s signal. "Two," he said, and Ellen quickly filled Alli with the latex imposter. "Oh..... God..... YES!" Toghether they simply pounded Alli, never offering her even the most remote chance to recover as she sailed helplessly from one orgasmic storm into the next. Ellen kissed her roommate with passion she had never known. Each time her shielded mound slapped into Alli’s, the small plug and its horde of assistants spiked the pleasure level in her own center higher, pulling her into the same storms which Alli now rode. Then came the calm. Ellen felt it slide over her like a warm blanket, and began to gently lower her roommate. She took a moment to see if Alli was still among the living. The stupid grin plastered to her face made her chuckle. "What are you laughing about. Just wait until we do you, Sis." "That’s will be a while. Alli’s in no shape..." "Shut up and lay down, Ellen. It’s our turn now." Ellen kissed her roommate, then did as she was told, removing the soaked latex manhood from within her and unstrapping it. She handed the device to Alli as she lay down on the carpet. "Jazz... did you..." "Nope. Decided to wait and see how you two wanted to handle that." The mischief in his voice brought back images of their past. Ellen waited to see what Alli would say, and was shocked by her statement. "I want to do it like they do in porno movies." Ellen had never seen one, but the devilish grin on Jazz’s face said that he not only had sen one, but knew intimately what her roommate had asked for. "Mind letting a newbie in on the joke?" "Oh... I think you’ll get an eye full," he chuckled. "And a nose full, mouth full..." "Hurry up then. I’m beginning to come down." "Poor baby," whined Alli. Ellen closed her eyes for a moment, and felt her two friends turn her on her side. She opened them in time to see Alli staring at her. There was something behind her lust which slowly pulled a smile from her. "I love you too, Little One," whispered Ellen. With those words, Alli smiled. "Alli? Together. Let me feel you." Ellen watched as Alli closed her eyes. Jazz had asked her this same question years ago, and she had taken it wrong. Then he explainded that he was attempting to bond with her, essentially becoming one with her. When he was done, there was not one day that went by that she ever felt truly alone. Now he was extending that same offer to Alli. Ellen inhaled slowly, and felt her body lifting into the calm eye of a mad hurricane. She felt the familiar caress of Jazz’s heart, and the darkness which was not there when last they spoke. Then came the tentative first touch of Alli. Patience brought forth trust, and soon all three were one, sharing the pleasure each had given and received. Then they entered her. As Jazz slid his manhood into her rear, Alli did likewise to her love. And then Ellen went wild. Never before had her body known the decadent pleasure of being filled in both holed at once, and still she wanted more. She fucked both of her lover viciously, throwing herself at them with reckless abandon. All that mattered to her was the oneness that they shared, and the power of her own love for them. Her nipples were being pulled, mashed and twisted. Ellen felt each bead of sweat as it popped out on her flesh, only to be spread thought thin over her body and one of her lover’s. She reached out to Alli and filled her rear with three fingers, rotating them at a frightening pace. "Time," growled Jazz. Ellen felt her body being pulled up until she was sitting. She turned around, facing Jazz and the monster which throbbed before her. Alli sat beside her, and licked her lips. It was then that she knew what was to happen: Jazz would let his seed fly onto their faces. When Alli leaned forward and began sucking of it’s blood bloated head, Ellen decided to join her by licking the shaft. It tasted and smelled of latex, with just a slight hint of lust. She made her way to his seed heavy sack and filled her mouth with it. "Ladies..." she heard him hiss. Soon. She wanted to join him, and yanked one of Alli’s hands, placing it in her lap.. The fingers quickly found her nubbin and pulled at it viciously. She did the same to her roommate. "Look out!" Ellen quickly sat back, and beheld the spectacle. His manhood seemed to inhale like a dragon. Then it breathed. Jazz’s seed was thick and white, and it flew straight and true. She opened her mouth as the first blast sailed down her throat. Alli was not spared his assault. Before it was through, Ellen was covered totally by his seed. She looked at Alli, who was likewise masked, and laughed. "Cute. Looks like you two need to clean each other off." Ellen spared her firend a brief glance before setting to her pleasurable task. Something had happened to him, and she would know in due time. Right now, he was there to help her through yet another tough time, and had brought her another gift: Alli. She wondered how she would feel come Monday, then smiled. She would feel like a woman well loved. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /