Another car drove into the yard, the engine sounding very powerful and fast. Ellen heard Stan and Wanda talk rapidly, as if trying to get their clothing back on in a big rush.
Ellen strained up from the bed and saw the car rock past the window on the uneven ground. Cy drove it. There was a big grin on his face, a look of self-satisfaction.
Jay was by the other door, and Velma was squeezed in between, hunkered over toward Jay as far as she could get so that she wouldn't even have to touch Cy.
Cy honked the horn, gunned the engine, and cut it. Ellen heard Jay's voice drift through the window as he got out.
"Whose car is that?"
"It's hers!" Velma said bitterly. "Damn her, why did she have to show up again after three years!"
Cy slammed his door. "Aw, cut yer bitchin'," he said, standing right under Ellen's window. She could just see the top of his head. "Look, baby, don't go raisin' hell now. Wait'll it's over. And remember, if it wasn't for her, we wouldn't of had this job."
"I don't give a damn about the job," Velma whispered, her tone still rancorous. "I just want Stan!"
"Yeah, well, sometimes ya gotta face it, baby," Cy said, his voice soothing and yet somehow full of lust. "Just remember who's waitin' for ya if Stan gives you the heave. You and me, baby. We could do all right together. I got a talent for snitchin' cars, don't I? Ain't this bomb a beaut? Nobody's gonna grab us after we get the money. What do you need him for, anyway, when you got me?"
"God, don't touch me!" Velma cried. "You squeeze my ass again, and I'm telling Stan!"
"Hey, what's going on?" Jay inquired, moving in closer.
"Fuck off, skinny!"
The front door banged shut, and steps clumped down the stairs.
"Hey, man, how's this one for a real bomb?" Cy asked proudly. "Better'n that little shit we had last night, huh, Stan?"
"She's in there, isn't she?" Velma demanded at nearly the same time, her jealousy totally undisguised.
"Yeah. Cy, it's great," Stan said.
"Everything's set, Stan," Jay's voice came, a thread of excitement running through it. "Are you going to call him again and tell him where to leave the money?"
"Why doesn't she come out? Is she afraid I'll see it running down her legs?"
"Later, Jay. I'm gonna call him later. I want to do this at night, when it's dark. The place I got picked, we can see better if he's got cops tailing him."
"You've been fucking her, you bastard!" There was a moment of silence. Ellen could visualize Stan's glare. "Goddamn it, you mouthy cunt, dry up!"
"Don't deny it! Your prick's leaking! I see the spot!"
"Shit, baby, that's from being hot for your twat all the time you were out of my sight. Now, shut up!"
To Ellen's astonishment, Velma didn't shut up. She found herself practically cheering.
"Why doesn't she come out? Why's she hiding? What's the black-haired bitch doing out here, anyway? Why don't you kick her ass for disobeying orders? You'd kick Jay's or Cy's or mine! But when she disobeys, you fuck her ass!"
There was a low snarl, then a smart slap, and a cry of pain. Velma sobbed softly beneath the window. The front door closed again, with a lighter touch.
"You certainly haven't taught her any manners, darling," Wanda's silky, throaty voice came.
"You bitch! Why didn't you stay gone!" There was another slap, but Velma didn't make a sound this time.
"I'll be getting back," Wanda said quietly.
"No. Stay here."
"How will we know if Burke's playing it straight, unless I go back and… keep him company."
"You've fucked him enough. Besides, you know how I get right at the crunch. I gotta fuck and fuck."
"That's what you got Velma for, darling."
"Shit!" Stan snarled with disgust. "It's like doing push-ups over a foxhole. Did I ever tell you you've got a big cunt, bitch?" he growled at Velma. "Goddamn near as big as your mouth? You musta been fuckin' Cy on the side, or it wouldn't be so stretched!"
"You rotten bas…" Velma started. The words were slapped away from her mouth again.
"She's all yours, ape man," Stan grated to Cy. "Don't drown when you fuck her."
"Don't touch me!" Velma cried, obviously darting away from Cy's ready paw. She ran rapidly up the steps and banged into the house, where Ellen heard her finally break into harsh sobs.
"I'd better get back, Stan," Wanda said again.
"He'll play it straight. I told him I'd snatch that young twat of a daughter next, if he didn't." There was an evil grin in his voice that made Ellen shiver with fear. "I haven't had a piece of tight young cunt wrapped around my cock in a long time. Maybe we should snatch her anyway, huh?"
"God, Stan, you never learn, do you. All right, I'll stay. Just to make sure you don't do something damn foolish like that."
"That's my baby," he chuckled. Then, more harshly, "What the fuck you standing around gawking at, you little prick? Go check on our guest, or something."
"Sure, Stan, sure," Jay said weakly, cowering from the threat of a slapping.
"Let's drive, Cy."
"Aw, I wanna go fuck her, Stan," Cy wheedled. "Later, Goddamn it! Let's drive! I want to be sure this heap won't drop its balls on the highway or something."
The doors slammed. The big engine belched and barked, and they drove off. Jay came into the house. Ellen heard him talking soothingly to Velma, who was still sobbing. Then he came into the room.
She lay on the bed on her back, arms and legs spread, pretending to be tied. She saw him stand there and stare at her open pussy and her naked tits.
He sucked in his breath, his eyes going over her body again and again. He licked his lips. She could just see through the thin spot that his prick was stretching in his pants.
"Who's there?" she asked, putting fear in her voice.
"It's just me, Mrs. – Ellen," he said. "I… oh, gosh, I…"
He came around the foot of the bed. He didn't take his eyes from her spread pussy. She could feel her cunt lips begin to bloat in a betraying way.
He stood by the side of the bed in silence. He moved a little closer. He kicked the bucket with his toe and looked at it, seeing it for the first time.
"What…" he started, then blushed, figuring it out, feeling embarrassed for her.
"Oh, Jay, what's happening? What's going to become of me? Please tell me, Jay. I-I heard arguing outside. Are they – is Stan… going to – to kill me? Is he? Oh, tell me, Jay!" She sobbed once, a frightened sound that she saw got to him.
"Boy, he'd better not! I'll kill him right back, Ellen. I swear I will!"
"Oh, Jay, you're sweet! A good boy! What are you doing hanging around with them, Jay? Why!"
He licked his lips again. "I… well, Stan's my brother!" he said, as if that explained it.
"You're not like him. Not at all! Are you trying to be? Do you want to be the kind of man who ties up helpless women and rapes them? Do you want to be the kind who slaps girls like Velma and beats them and is cruel to them? Is that why you're hanging around with him?"
"You shouldn't be talking like that, Ellen," he whined.
"He kidnapped me, Jay. He's talking about kidnapping my daughter next. That's big trouble, Jay. You know he'll get caught. They always do. And you'll be just as guilty, Jay – and for nothing."
He licked his lips again, watching her tits jiggle and move as she talked, his hand reaching for them tentatively.
"What do you men, for nothing?" he asked suspiciously.
"I heard him and Wanda talking, Jay. They're planning on taking all the money, leaving Cy and Velma out completely. He said you'd be happy with a hundred dollars of it."
"Naw! My brother never said anything like that!"
"Why would I lie?"
"To try some trick! To get me to untie you or something!" he cried, sounding afraid.
Ellen nibbled her lower lip. It was now or never.
Ellen sat up, swung her legs over the side of the bed, slipped her blindfold off, and looked directly at him, both hands on the bed so that she sat perfectly naked and exposed for him.
"I'm already untied, Jay," she said softly.
He gawked, his eyes bulging. His mouth moved.
"Holy shit!" he blurted finally, looking as if he ought to call someone.
"I didn't have to talk to you just now. I could have gone on pretending until the time was right and then removed this last rope. But I couldn't leave without telling you the truth, Jay. It's not too late for you. You can help me get away. Then you and Velma – you can go far, far away. I'll help you to, Jay."
"W-what do you mean?"
"Safety and money. That's a promise. If Stan lets me go, then I'll have to help the police all I can, and I can help them plenty now. I'll have to include you, Jay. You and Velma! If Stan finds out how much, then he'll have to kill me. Then it'll be murder, Jay, and they'll never stop looking for you – never. At your age, that's a whole lifetime. Help me, and I'll help you. I swear it."
His eyes wavered all over. "Oh, crap…" he moaned.
"How long will they be gone, Jay?" she asked, reaching out and touching his hand.
"I-I don't know. Maybe an hour or longer. Stan really checks a car out. He says you gotta have good wheels, or you might as well try outrunning them on crutches."
"Then… then there's time, Jay," she said softly, lifting his hand toward her.
She slowly but firmly placed his hand over her tit, making sure the fingers wrapped around it and cupped it just right. She thrust her chest out to help him, then took her hand from his, all the while looking straight into his eyes and holding his gaze.
"Ellen…" he breathed softly.
"Remember last night, Jay? The way you touched my tit? I liked it. I told you then I liked it. I didn't lie. I'm not lying now. We had something between us, Jay, before Cy came and ruined it. There's time now. I want you to feel my tit all you want to."
"Ohhhhh…" he moaned.
She spread her thighs slowly, watching his eyes drop to the succulent vee that was bloating far more than it should have.
"Would you… oh, Jay… would you like to fuck me?"
"Holy crap…" He breathed, his cock jerking in his pants. "You know it!"
"Then – then I want you to, Jay. I don't want you to rape me. I don't want you to do it the way Stan and Cy do it. I want you to know the difference. I want you to feel what it's like when a woman wants your young, hard prick inside her pussy. Before it's too late, Jay!"
"Ohhhhh, God," he groaned, his cock tenting the front of his pants with an impossibly hard erection.
She reached for his buckle and undid it. He looked down his belly and watched her fingers with disbelief. She unzipped his fly, astonished with the way her pussy was squirming and sucking inside, as if terribly eager to feel the thrust of his hardness inside her.
Then she knew that it was more than a clever plan any more. It had passed beyond that. She did want his young prick inside her, fucking her and spurting warmly into her.
In a sense, it would be a chance to go back and pick up where she'd so ignorantly left off. In another sense it would be a chance to practice after sixteen years of holding back, so that it would come out right the first time with Burke.
Ahhhh, Burke. Her wonderful, patient, kind husband! How he deserved a good fuck! Not just a hot one, a slippery-cunted one, like Wanda's, but a good one.
And in still another sense, it was for Tish – to assure herself that she had the capability to convey the truth to her daughter. If it would work with him, then she would feel more confident with Tish.
That was why she slipped her slim fingers into the gap of his fly and released his straining, throbbing prick. That was why she undid the catch and let his pants slide down his slim young hips.
She worked his briefs down, too, doing the best she could with her one hand, until he helped her. Then she stared at his rising, pulsing prick straining directly toward her face, and she knew that there would be something else in this for her.
A reawakening of the capacity to give! Not like a cunt. Not as before, but in the way she should have been giving.
She didn't have to aim his prick. It was pointed in the right direction. All she had to do was bring it closer. She wrapped her free hand around his naked ass-cheek and urged gently, and it came forward, and she parted her soft lips to receive it.
"Ahhhhh, God!" Jay gasped, sucking in his breath until it seemed his lungs would burst. His prick throbbed and jerked. His fingers tightened around the cone he was cupping until Ellen's nipple seemed to pop from the pointed end.
Ellen looked upward at him. Their eyes met. She smiled as much as she could with her lips but let him see it with her eyes, and then she dug her nails into his ass-cheek gently and slipped her mouth fully down over his prick.
She closed her eyes. She moaned. She felt the youthful surge of his hard cock into her mouth. She felt the vibrant throb of life rushing through his veins and making the shaft pound between her sucking lips.
She moaned again. She put her tongue up against the bottom of his shaft and pressured, sucking hard.
"Ohhhhh, shit… Ellen, Ellen…" Jay whimpered.
His balls lifted up and down. His root swelled between her lips and pulsed. His spongy, velvety glans stretched for the back of her throat and began leaking already.
She could feel him gazing down at the top of her head, watching her lips wrap around his stiff prick and suck inward. He could see his cock disappearing into her mouth with soft slide after slide through her silky lips.
He put both his hands on her tits, rolling them gently and fondling them as she sucked him and made him gasp and his belly quiver. His naked ass-cheeks quivered under her hand and clenched and relaxed rhythmically.
"Ohhhhh, crap, suck it, baby, suck it!" he gasped suddenly.
Ellen stopped. She pulled her mouth from his flaming rod with a quick, tooth-scraping motion that left him gasping with shock.
She looked at him. "You sounded like Stan just then, Jay," she said quietly but firmly. "You don't ever want to sound like Stan or act like him."
"Ah! Ahhhhhh! All right, all right!" he cried. "I'm sorry, Ellen, I'm sorry!"
"Shall we try again, Jay?"
"Ohhhhh, yes! Please!"
She licked out with her tongue. She washed it all over the pulsing glans, making his shaft bob and weave and flare outward, ever longer, ever stiffer.
She opened her mouth and sucked him into it again, drawing hard, making her head bob back and forth. Jay moaned with bliss and terrible relief and lipped his head back.
"Ohhhhh, that's so good, Ellen!" he gasped. "I love it! I've never felt anything like it in my whole life! God, I think I even love you! You're kind, not like the girls Stan gets. Except Velma. She's really a kind girl, Ellen. I like her, too. Ohhhhh, what are you doing! Qhhhhh, God!"
She was sucking. She was drawing. She was pulling at the blazing shaft and head of his prick. Something had taken over within her. She felt it happen, as if something had clicked.
It was a good prick. A strong, youthful prick! It wasn't a jamming, ramming, raping prick. He moved gently, as if worried about gagging it down her throat, hurting her with it.
It was the way Burke's prick would be. She moaned and squeezed her eyes tightly, imagining that she was sucking on Burke's prick. That's what Stan had told her to do last night. She was doing it now.
She bobbed her head back and forth. Her lips compressed and relaxed around the shaft. She felt the soft head sliding around in her mouth, the way her tongue washed and rolled over it.
Her head twisted and screwed around the blazing shaft. She went into a kind of frenzy and felt her whole body open up – her throat and her wet, watering pussy.
She found herself sucking not just at his prick but at something behind his prick – some vague, indefinable something she couldn't quite make out.
It was nearly taking shape. The harder she sucked, the clearer it became, without ever really coming into sharp enough focus for her to identify it.
Wet sounds came to her ears. She knew saliva was coated all up and down his shaft, that it was smeared over her chin and nose, and that the wet sounds filling the room were coming from her frantically sucking mouth and lips.
She heard a distant, thin kind of squeal, felt her tits squeezed nearly to the point of pain by his strong fingers. She felt the tremble in his taut ass-cheeks and the way his prick throbbed and bucked inside her mouth.
The vague form was taking shape. She sucked harder, more wildly. She felt a sudden sense of total abandon, a new feeling, yet a very old one, better now than before.
"Ellen! Ellen! Ohhhhh, I can't stop! I'm going to do it, Ellen! Ohhhhh, you don't have to… let me take it out and fuck… ohhhh, I can't stop!"
Harder and harder, with frenzy, she sucked and sucked and pulled and washed her tongue around his thrusting, stretching, bolting shaft. She wanted it! She could nearly see the shape! It was right there before her mind's eye.
"Yaaaaaaaagh!"
Jay squealed loudly. His cock pulsed and hosed, flooding her mouth, her throat, his sperm collecting under her tongue and in the hollow of her lower lip and washing about her teeth like a hot, syrupy gargle.
Ellen whimpered and drew, drinking from his founting prick, still reaching for the elusive something that seemed to be toying with her and taunting her, nearly coming into focus and then slipping out quickly again.
She sucked and drew and drank and went wild, reaching until all of his shaft was in her mouth and entered into her throat, the young, pulsing end hosing and spurting still, her lips nibbling at the springy pubes.
He jittered all over, and she felt him pushing at her head gently. He whimpered all the while. The shape-thing vanished. She would not be able to catch it now.
She slipped her lips from his prick. Sperm coated his cock. It dripped from her chin. Her throat was syrupy with it.
"Ohhhhh, Ellen!" Jay cried softly. "God, I love you! Ohhhhh! That was wonderful. Wonderful!"
He cupped the back of her head, pressing her face against his throbbing belly. She felt sperm ooze from his cock-head against the side of her neck and run over her shoulder.
"Ohhhhh, tell me what I can do for you, Ellen!" he gasped. "I want to do something in return. Anything! Do you understand?"
She looked up at him. She lifted her hand and caressed the side of his face. She smiled warmly and enigmatically at the same time.
"I understand, Jay," she said gently. "But now, what's more important, you understand."
He dropped to his knees beside the bed, fitting himself between her thighs, wrapping his arms around her hips and nuzzling his head into her lap and belly.
"What can I do?" he repeated softly.
"Untie me, Jay. Get out of this mess. Find yourself a girl and live happily, giving to each other, instead of taking. Be loving, instead of cruel."
He lifted his head and looked up between her full tits into her face. "You mean like Velma?" he asked.
Ellen recoiled inwardly at first. But then she reconsidered. Perhaps Velma had learned after all. Perhaps, with Jay's help, she would come to really know.
"Yes, Jay, a girl like Velma. Oh, untie me so that I can wrap both my arms about you and hold you close to me while you fuck me!"
"Fuck you!" he gasped, his prick jerking against her leg.
"You said you wanted to. I want you to. I want both of us to know what it's like," she moaned.
"Both of us?" he queried.
"Never mind. Untie me," she cried quickly. "Oh, hurry!"
He worked at the knot. When he couldn't get anywhere with it either, he fumbled into his pants pocket and brought forth a pocket-knife and cut the rope.
Ellen held out her arms. She could have kneed him in the balls and made her run, but she knew that would destroy everything. Besides, she wanted him in her and against her. She wanted to know what it was going to be like with Burke.
Jay moved up onto the bed. Ellen lay back, spreading her thighs, opening her bloated, syrupy pussy lips to his rapt gaze.
He looked. He reached out and touched her wet flesh, feeling the softness of her twat folds, the incredible silkiness of them. Ellen couldn't help the way her vaginal muscles quaked and sucked inward, the way her tits swelled upward on her chest.
He acted as if it were the first pussy he'd ever seen up close, or was able to touch, was about to fuck. He acted like a virgin, but she wasn't going to embarrass him with the question.
Her hips lifted. She spread her thighs as far as they would go, letting him drink his fill of the sight of her open, red, silky pussy mouth, letting him look up the soft vaginal tunnel itself.
"Ohhhhhh, fuck me, Jay, give me your hard prick and fuck me! I want you inside me!"
"Ellen!" he gasped.
He mounted her. She lifted her knees high. She reached down with both hands now and wrapped her fingers around his slippery shaft, guiding him to the center of her being.
"Ahhhhhh," she moaned, feeling his heated prick-head slip between her bloated cunt lips.
"Ohhhhh, my God! My God! I never felt anything like it!" he cried with a whimper.
"Ohhhh, then sink your prick into me and feel the rest of it, sweet Jay! Yes! Like that! Ohhhhh, God, yes!"
Her head tipped back. She sucked breath between her teeth. Her pussy was aflame as it hadn't been for ages and ages. His shaft slid up her cunt, pressing the muscular, silky tissues aside, nosing into her body, filling her with much, much more than just his hard, shaking prick.
She opened her arms wide. She wrapped them about his young, strong back. She lifted her knees high and closed her legs about his ass and pulled his prick into her quivering pussy all the way.
"Ohhhhh, it's so wonderful!" he cried. "Not like that other time when they made me… made me…"
"Shhh! Don't think about it now, Jay," she said, smoothing her hands up and down his back, cupping his head to her, pressing her tits up against his chest in conical pillows.
She pumped her hips. She made her pussy muscles tighten and relax around his prick at the same time. She felt the roll and surge of his swiveling ass take over, and she felt his hard shaft fuck in and out of her body.
"God, it's so wonderful!" he whimpered, pressing against her, starting to take up her rhythm.
"This is the way it's supposed to be. Ohhhh, yes! The way it's supposed to be! Ohhhhh, fuck me! Fuck me!"
"Yes! Yes!" he cried.
He began to surge and pound against her hips, driving his prick into her wet, silky pussy, jarring her with each thrust. But it wasn't a brutal driving. It was the lusty fucking of love and youth, and it felt incredibly sweet and good.
Just then, the bedroom door opened, and Velma's voice came to them, a trace of alarm in it.
"Jay, that car we saw when we came back, it's still…"
She fell silent. She stared. Her eyes ran over Jay's plunging, naked ass. She saw the wet shaft of his cock sinking into the wetness of Ellen's pussy and drawing out again. She watched the surge of Ellen's hips as they lifted and opened and swallowed the hard prick and came back for more and more.
"Jay! She's untied! You've untied her!" Velma cried, more surprised than alarmed.
Jay stopped, cringing with a mixture of embarrassment and guilt, turning his head to watch Velma come around the side of the bed, as if verifying to herself beyond doubt that she was totally untied, that there wasn't some optical trick.
"Velma, I…" Jay started.
Ellen surged up against his body harder. "Don't stop fucking me, Jay! Velma understands. After what she's been through with Stan, she under stands."
"Understands what?" Velma queried.
Ellen looked directly into the girl's eyes. "How beautiful it is not to be raped, not to be abused and used. How to fuck without being fucked."
Velma watched them. Her lower lip quivered slightly. "That – that doesn't even make any sense," she said. "You can't fuck without being fucked."
"You can when there's someone like Jay, Velma. When it's loving and not using. When there's giving instead of all taking. Oh, Velma, come here, and I'll show you!" Ellen cried, her spine arching wantonly. "I owe you one, Velma. Only it's more than that. I want you to be a part of what Jay and I are feeling right now. Velma, I want you to feel what you already know in your heart!"
She reached up toward the girl's hips. She wrapped her fingers about the wide curves of them and urged the girl forward. She licked her lips. Velma watched her, and her lower lip trembled again.
Jay fucked eratically, not knowing for sure what was going on or what he should be doing.
"That car…" Velma nearly whispered, her eyes on the two of them, her full tits heaving with quick breaths. "It's moved up closer, Jay. I could see it from the window now. Jay, I'm scared."
Ellen's heart pounded. She didn't know why she should expect it to be, but she had to ask.
"The car, Velma, is it… is it maroon?"
"Kind of red," she said.
"Like a big, rich ruby?"
"Yes."
"Oh, God, it's Burke!" Ellen cried with elation. "I don't know how or why, but I know it's Burke!"
"Your husband?" Velma cried. "Jay, we've got to get Stan!"
"No, no! Not Stan! Velma, you know that isn't what you should do! You know he's going to toss you off for Wanda! Don't take any more abuse, Velma! Put an end to it! Now!" Ellen cried.
Ellen pulled downward. Her fingers caught in the material of Velma's pants. They slipped down her hips and thighs. The panties were a yellow slash across her hips. Blonde curls peeped from over the top of the elastic waist.
Jay stared. Ellen felt his prick throb inside her pussy's depths. She slowly curled her fingers into the slick nylon and rolled the panties down over Velma's hips and round ass-cheeks, baring her pussy.
Jay stared. His prick throbbed and throbbed, stretching inside Ellen's pussy as if he were ready to reach another orgasm.
"Ohhhhh, Velma, you're beautiful!" he cried softly, watching her pussy and thighs come bare under his gaze.
Velma turned her head and looked at him. Really looked at him. Her cunt lips swelled and parted slightly.
"So-so are you, Jay," she whispered. "The way your prick was fucking… I watched it."
"She said Wanda and Stan were going to cut us all out, Velma. Do you believe that? Would Stan do that to us?"
Velma exhaled and inhaled again. "He would do it, Jay," she said. "In fact, I have the feeling, they've already done it. That they won't ever be back! That they've left us here, just waiting! That's why that car – why it frightened me. I thought it might be the police. That they'd called in and told them where to find Ellen and us! Oh, Jay! I don't know what to do!"
"I do, Velma," he said confidently. "From now on, I do."
"Do you, Jay?" she said in a small voice. "Like Stan knew?"
"No. Not like Stan. Never again, like Stan."
"Oh, Jay," she choked.
His eyes swept over her naked body again. "Do what Ellen says, Velma. She knows best of all."
Velma sucked in her breath again. She looked down at Ellen. She licked her lips. She reached for the hem of her knit blouse and lifted it up, freeing her tits, baring her body completely.
"Ellen, I want to feel it!" she cried finally. "God, yes! Make me feel it! No, let me feel it!"
"Ohhhh, you're learning, Velma, learning fast!" Ellen cried, pulling the girl's hips toward her.
Velma crawled onto the bed. She lifted her leg over Ellen's body. She looked down, past her thrusting tits, past her flat belly and gently mounded mons, through the blonde curls and the neat spilt of her pussy gap to Ellen's lips.
"Fuck me, Jay!" Ellen moaned, wrapping her hands around Velma's buttocks, pulling the red, wet pussy to her face.
Ellen's tongue flicked forth. She licked up the honeyed slit. She munched on the bloated pussy lips. She circled Velma's clit with her tongue.
She felt Jay's prick running in and out of her pussy with urgent stroking. His fingers came around Velma's hips and fondled the wet, open pussy slit, the silky inner thighs.
They touched Ellen's tongue and felt it spear into the wet, open maw of her cunt.
"Ohhhhh, I want to see!" he cried.
Instantly, without urging from Ellen, Velma lifted up and turned around, still straddling Ellen's face, but her running pussy now toward Jay.
Ellen gazed upward. She could see the whole of Velma's spread, split crotch, the puffy cunt lips, the oozing honey, the thrust of her standing clit.
And she could see the little red-brown pucker of her asshole.
"Do it, Jay! Do it!" Velma cried. "Ohhhhh, make it be sweet and good, the way it's never been! Give to me what you're giving her!"
"Always, Velma, always!" he cried, dipping forward.
Velma tossed her head back and sucked in her breath. She cupped her hand around Jay's head and pulled his face into her open, giving pussy, knowing that he would give back instead of just take.
"Ahhhhh!" she cried. "I feel it! Ellen, I feel it!"
Ellen gasped. She felt it, too. It ran through the three of them. She felt Jay's prick expand and stretch inside her pussy, reaching for the silky back.
She felt her cunt muscles go loose and tight and then quiver, as if they were limbering up for the real moment with Burke, the moment that would start them off right.
It had been seven years of blah. Now, it would be a lifetime of goodness and love.
She whimpered and felt her body constrict. She surged upward with her hips, gobbling up Jay's prick, sucking on it with her silken pussy muscles and flooded tissues.
Then she did it. She closed her eyes tightly and positioned her face and thrust far out with her tongue.
"Ahhhhhhh, God!" Velma cried. "I love it! Yes, yes!"
"What, what?" Jay cried, lifting his head.
"My asshole! Ohhhhhh, she's fucking my asshole with her hot, sweet tongue! Jay, fuck my pussy! Ohhhhh, use me, use me! I don't care any more, because I know you're really giving! Ohhhh, give! Yes, I'm going to give, too… wet… a big flood, Jay! My pussy! Ahhhhh, here it comes, darling, darling, sweet Jay! Wonderful! Ohhh, so wonderful! I'm giving! Feel me give! Now! Ahhhhhhhhgh!"
Juice poured from her pussy. Her soft tissues sucked and pulled at Jay's fucking tongue. She mashed his face into her open twat. Her ass shook and quivered over Ellen's face, and her tight asshole sucked and pulled at the thrusting tongue giving such joy, making her feel as well as know.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Jay squealed tightly. "I'm coming again! Velma, I'm going to come in Ellen's pussy! Ohhhh, say it's all right! Say I can! Say you're not jealous!"
"Do it, darling, do it! Come hard! Enjoy her! She wants you to, Jay! Don't you see? Don't you understand what it's about?"
"Yes, yes! I'm coming! Ahhhhhhgh!"
His cock bucked and spurted. It hosed and spat into Ellen's pussy, the sperm flowing from it in torrents, like a warm, soothing balm that washed away all the dirt and rottenness the others had caused.
All the others – even the ones way back, the ones she'd tried so hard to forget.
They were gone now. All of it was gone. In some subtle way, the memories clicked off, no longer bright enough or clear enough to haunt her.
Instead, a whole new light opened up, shining into the future, illuminating the way it would be with Burke from now on.
She lifted her pussy high. She sucked and gobbled at Jay's pouring prick, drinking up every last drop of his oils, capturing it all. And as she took from him, she gave back to Velma, thrusting and fucking with her tongue, as if it were her own kind of prick.
"Mmmmmfff!" she cried against the muffling tautness of Velma's firm ass-cheeks.
Her body thrashed. Her pussy clutched. She felt Velma's hands on her tits, massaging, helping the sensations to soar through her being.
Velma lifted off. "Yaaaaaagh!" she cried, finally able to vent her passion.
"Fuck her, Jay, fuck her!" Velma cried. Then, as if realizing that was too harsh, too like the old way, she modified it. "Give, Jay, give her your prick and your sperm and make her happy!"
Ellen fairly bellowed with the next orgasmic rush. Her eyes popped open with the shocking intensity of it.
And then she saw Burke watching her.