Ellen Opens The Door

ELLEN OPENS THE DOOR

Her friend arranged something

Author's note:

Fantasy. In a world without STD's.

No redeeming value here, unless you're a woman who fantasizes. Or the man who wants to make it real for her.

No slow burn here either. A sensual kaleidoscope from start to finish.

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Ellen flinched with the tap on her door, then recovered her poise. Christ... get a grip. Hell, he texted that he was on his way up and Ellen had moved to her foyer to wait by the time he knocked.

Her friend said he'd text when he arrived. Bev. How on God's green earth did I let her talk me into this? We're almost sixty with some things now properly relegated to memory.

She turned to face the hallway mirror. Again. Her dress buttoned down the front, top two open. She started to close one... then didn't. Instead, stood at an angle to survey her figure. Decades past hard-bodied but still slim-waisted. Full breasts that needed the support of a good bra more every year. Lower, a firm butt envied by women in their thirties. Higher, light brown hair framed a face that aged gracefully, with smile-lines that actually enhanced her brown eyes. Those eyes still sparkled as they had when she was 20, when men turned to watch her walk by.

She was pleased with her appearance, but not the situation. Ridiculous. I'm too old for arranged...

Another knock, softly persistent.

Damn you Beverley.

Ellen smoothed her dress, told herself she didn't have to answer, then reached for the knob.

Bev shared pictures of the young man standing there, but his reality unsettled her. Wholesomely handsome, like a neighbor's son grown into a man, with an easy smile. A genuine smile. More, he had an aura of virility she could almost see... and did smell. Despite her staunch commitment to be cool, Ellen's body reacted. Parts long asleep uncoiled. Stirred.

"Hello Mrs. Clark." Voice more mature than his appearance.

She began without hello, without letting him in. "There's been a misunderstanding... between Bev and I. She thought I..." Then Ellen realized that she didn't want to have this conversation in the public hallway, stepped back and said, "Please come in for a minute."

She closed the door after he entered, turned to him, started again. "I don't know what Beverley told you to expect but she misunderstood and..."

He calmly interrupted, "I'm Colton."

Ellen stopped, said, "Yes."

"Friends call me Colt." Watching her.

She began again, calmer but less certain. "We're not going to...." Searching for the right words. "What's going to happen isn't what Bev..."

He stepped to her, took her in his arms, and said, "I know."

Ellen started to object. You cannot hug a woman you don't know without permission. The objection didn't come. In its place... yearning. Her resolve faltered as she debated how to turn him away.

She just couldn't follow through on what Bev arranged.

Could... Not.

Her body knew it would... if only she gave in.

Ellen stood defiant even as her pheromones perfumed the air. A woman in blossom after her season passed, pretending she wasn't already seducing.

His reaction grew hard against her stomach. Oh God. Ellen remembered Bev's salacious smile when she described "Colt's beautiful cock." The shock of her friend using such a crude word. Then Bev confidently added, "You'll understand... seeing it. When you wrap your fingers around him or try to. When you taste him. When he fills you like he is your first." Then Bev described everything she experienced with his young cock in detail that made Ellen blush.

More than blush. Ellen imagined what her friend described. Standing in her foyer she felt the heat of what she imagined. Pressed against her. Real.

Colton stepped back but kept his hands on her shoulders. He searched her eyes. "Mrs. Clark," he began, "I don't know what Mrs. Snow told you, but..." Ellen struggled to follow what he was saying as she fought to control her physical reaction. He watched her emotional struggle. "But she's not here." After a long pause he added, "Just us."

Ellen, clinging to composure, blurted, "You're her..." searching for the right word, "Male escort."

His gaze remained unperturbed. "Because she gives me a gift?"

"Because it's what you do. For a living." Challenging. "Do you even have an actual job?"

His relaxed smile remained genuine. "I have a master's in physical therapy and studied massage at the Forsberg Institute. In Stockholm. My practice is in the River District downtown." He gave her a card.

El read the card. "Oh." Shrinking, wanting to disappear.

Jumping to the scandalously wrong conclusion embarrassed her, but it was a different realization that shook Ellen. The apparent innocence was profoundly disappointing. Excitement had been offered, even promised, then... Her poise finished crumbling.

He took one of her hands in both of his, said, "I'm good with my hands." Shaken by her tumultuous feelings, Ellen marveled at how feminine her hand looked in his, at the way he explored her fingers, her palm, then turned her hand over and traced the veins on the back of it. Had a man ever touched her that way before? Anyone?

She looked at his face. His features said her hand was the most incredible thing he'd ever beheld. My God... She felt helplessly receptive. Touch me everywhere. Like... that. Just. Like. That.

Colton lifted his gaze, spoke softly when their eyes met, "You respond exquisitely Mrs. Clark. A therapist's delight."

"Ellen." She corrected, then silently admonished herself. Acting like a schoolgirl. She rallied with sarcasm. "Is that your specialty, needy older women?"

He began exploring her other hand. She thought he wasn't going to respond to her caustic question when he said, "Nothing is more irresistible to me than a mature woman's desire to be experienced as a sensual being... again." He let the hand drift to her side and stepped back to study her.

Ellen, awkward, standing in her own home.

He stepped closer. Wait. A thought unspoken.

He said, "Nothing more seductive than her yearning." Took her face in his hands. "Your yearning Mrs. Clark."

His hands drifted lower. Ellen remained stiff as a statue when he reached her dress, even when he opened the highest button. Her emotions tumbled like clothes in a dryer.

He continued, "You...

His fingers lingered.

... seen again."

He touched the skin he'd just revealed then met her eyes. "Wanted."

Ellen closed her eyes when his lips touched her neck, then her head rolled back as he kissed lower. Arousal pinked her skin. Colton felt her heat against his lips and groaned. Pink spread to her neck, then her face. Spread lower where it warmed already moist folds. When she reached out to keep from falling, her hands found his shoulders. So wide.

He opened a button, then kissed the skin he revealed. Ellen felt she'd never been kissed with such desire. His and hers.

Then he opened another. His lips followed, wet with want for more. She knew what he was but her body knew he wanted her. She'd felt his hardness pushed against her and knew it was for her. Why she was raw as a virgin at her moment of truth, when she knew. When the soothing words stopped, it was about a man's hard cock inside her.

She thought about the bra and panties she'd chosen to wear. Nothing as racy as modern young women wore, yet her sexiest. Not worried about a damp spot when she chose them because she didn't get like that, now careless about it as Colton opened her dress. Let it be invitation.

I tried to turn him away... She wanted him to rip it open, send buttons flying. She clung to his shoulders to keep from doing it herself.

I don't care what this is... don't stop.

He didn't. Maybe couldn't. Opened buttons, licked cleavage, kissed the swell of heaving tit above her push-up bra and her trembling tummy. Ellen, undone with the buttons. She gripped his shoulders, had to, to keep from falling. Her eyes were closed. The dress hung open. His hands inside, resting on her hips.

He spoke softly, "Look at me."

She opened her eyes and almost moaned. My God... he's so... this is so... real.

He asked, "What do you want?"

Before she could stop, Ellen glanced at his bulge, then up again knowing he saw that. She closed her eyes, blushed. Spontaneous human combustion hot.

"Ellen?" Maddeningly calm.

She cleared her throat, unsure of speech. When she opened her eyes the desire on his face emboldened her. "More." In a hoarse whisper.

Colton's hands slid to the curve of her ass and pulled her against him. He wanted her to feel the heat of his fuck-bone.

Oh God...

He said. "I want all of you." His hands slid higher, began to push her dress off, paused. "Will you give me what I want?"

She shrugged the carefully chosen dress from her shoulders, let it slide to the floor. Right there, in her entryway. The uncharacteristic daring of that act carried her over the threshold of doubt. She reached behind, unclasped her bra before a second guess. It fell to join her dress on the floor. When she bent to push her panties down, she felt how pendulously her breasts hung, so unlike a young woman. His sharp intake of breath reassured her. Then she stood upright, panties dangling from her fingers with the damp gusset visible. Her actions answered his question, but she replied anyway. Because she wanted to. Ellen dropped damp lace to the pile of what she discarded, said, "Yes." It was the first time she'd stood naked before a fully clothed man, much less one so young, handsome. A fucking stranger when she opened the door. "Everything."

Ellen loved showing him, then flushed with doubt as he looked without saying a word. My God... why did I... Suddenly wanting to cover up, then seeing how he was looking at her, letting the intensity of Colton's gaze push her doubt away.

He said, "You're perfect." His young voice strangely raspy. "Fucking perfect."

He took her head in his hands and kissed her. Their first kiss. She was already naked despite her plan to turn him away, or was she kidding herself about that? Didn't matter, she surrendered to his plundering tongue, giving more than she knew could be. He turned her to face the mirror. Wanted her to see. Naked in her foyer. Sophisticated and wet to fuck the young man behind her.

The view excited her.

Colton kissed the back of her neck, then behind her ear. She watched their reflection, tilted her head, offered her neck to his nuzzle. He cradled her breasts, lifted them. Before she could regret their hang, he squeezed, made her nipples bug out and growled, "Fuck... Your tits are perfect." He squished her soft give, pressed his tumescent cock against her ass, rolled her nubs stiffer. His other hand explored lower, playing in her pubic tangle until he found moist, then sliding two fingers up and down her slit.

Her invitation coated him. Ellen felt a gush when he whispered in her ear, "Wet as a dirty-girl getting her first finger-fuck." She gasped when his fingers pushed inside. They curled to her front wall and stroked. Not exploring. Pushing. Needing her first orgasm.

Her eyes had closed again. He said, "Open your eyes." Not loud, but not asking.

She did.

"Watch."

Their eyes met in the reflection, then hers fell lower.

He flicked her clit with his thumb as his fingers thrust inside. His other hand crushed soft tit and pinched a nipple until pain knifed through her. She heard moans, her own, in the entrance of her penthouse and wondered if anyone was passing in the hall. She didn't care, the dirtiness made her louder

He held her eyes. "Fuck my hand."

She did, pushing herself on, grinding. A woman taking what she needed, after a lifetime of hoping it would be given.

"You're... so fucking... beautiful." His voice strained with the physical effort of supporting a woman chasing her deepest hunger. "Show me what you need."

The pornography in the mirror was a woman never seen, flexing legs, obscenely riding a man's hand. His forearm strained. The earthy grunts of a woman nearing rapture rose above the sound of cunt-slicked fingers sluicing her opening. She felt his whisper against her ear, "Just... Fucking... Let go."

She shuddered, his fingers plunged.

"Uh"

Pushed onto him like it wasn't filthy.

Colton brutally twisted the nipple in his fingers.

"Oh God... Unh."

Surrender.

"Unh."

Squeezing him in slippery velvet, waves, pulsing, slowly growing fainter...

"Uh..."

So effortless.

Jelly legs trembled. Ellen's cream oozed warm on his fingers, after years of coming alone, then not at all. He caressed the breast in his other hand. She made sounds that weren't words yet meant more than. When she finally opened her eyes, she found him watching her in the mirror.

"No woman has ever been as beautiful."

Always dismissing any compliment paid her, Ellen didn't this time. She accepted her beauty. Shameless, and exquisite.

Reality had lost known truth. She would never do this, yet there she was in the mirror. In her foyer. She watched his glistening fingers appear and let him turn her, faced him as he lifted the hand to her mouth. Their lips touched with his fingers between them, creamy with her. They tasted. Ellen closed her eyes.

Colton continued caressing Ellen, guided her to the couch, and eased her into a reclined pose with her bum on the edge of the cushion and her head against the back. He knelt between her legs, leaned forward, and kissed her on the mouth. An undemanding touch of lips.

Maybe I'll be able to catch up to all of this...

His lips said she was wrong. He wouldn't rush but there'd be no pause.

When Colton's mouth trailed down her middle she wished her breasts didn't lay to the side, but he easily chased down a nipple already swollen from her orgasm. He circled the rubbery nub and pushed it around with his tongue, twiddled it to greater stiffness, then suckled with dented cheeks.

"Oh God." Same vocabulary as before, louder. Ellen arched her back and pushed tit into his mouth. She'd forgotten the want of it. When he moved to her other, she held his head against it. Then he squeezed both, made her nipples stand and moved from one to the other. Pulling off with a sharp pop. Over and over. Squishing soft, licking, sucking, nipping her swollen tips until her vocabulary grew coarse.

"Oh Fuck." A foreign word in her mouth.

He moved lower. Across her tummy, into the curly tangle of her pubes. Before she could wonder if he preferred bald, he said, "I love that you're natural." He nuzzled her bush with his face. "Our pubes will tangle when we fuck, get sticky together."

"Fuck." This is real... going to happen.

He said, "I wish you could see your naughty hole right now. Seducing, open, displaying the pink hidden in your curly jungle." He savored the view. "Irresistible."

He impulsively grabbed her cell from the end table and held it up to her, "Open it Ellen."

She did with her face.

He took a close-up of her hot mess, then licked the length of her slit before taking another. "You're getting wetter, deeper pink inside. Your body showing me what you want." When he extended her phone, the image heated Ellen. She'd never seen herself so close. From where he was looking again. Never seen inside, where there was no shame. Only desire he could see and smell, glistening on puffy pink. He gently pushed her legs further apart. Her folds opened wider.

She was a by-stander to her body's invitation. At the door I was asking him to leave.

Then Ellen felt it. A drip seeped from the wet center of her fuck-hole, trickled to a lip. It clung there. Sparkling. When Colton caught it on the tip of his tongue her sweetness made him groan. He claimed her then, french kissed her cunt like it was her mouth, suckled her fleshy lips, licked the length of her slit and wiggled his tongue deeper inside. He ate her out until his youthful face was slimy with her excitement. Never mind her age, Ellen, wetter than she'd ever been with her husband. Colton wasn't getting her ready to fuck, as her husband begrudgingly had when he'd gone down on her. He was worshipping her. With his mouth. Consuming her. Her head rolled back as she fell into ravishment.

Then he added fingers. They played in the slick that leaked from her hole, spread across taint to her starfish. He teased the sensitive area between her holes until his fingers were slippery, then touched her pucker.

Ellen was going to say no. No one ever. Colton sucked her clit, a finger caressed her other hole. Oh fuck me... Her mouth opened yet no word came. He flicked her excited bean, pushed the tip of a finger into her sphincter and Ellen moaned like a woman already in rapture. She gasped when he pushed the whole length of his middle finger into her ass and his thumb into her fuck-hole. His fingers almost touched inside with only membrane between. She felt emotionally bare and deliciously helpless. He held her that way. Her clitoris swelled like a little cock and he suckled her in a concert of moans with girlish whimpers. Ellen ached for something she never had with her husband. She needed Colton to take what was his.

He did. Holding her on his hand, ravishing her with his mouth. Forcing her onto the ledge where she would be lost. Finally... pushing her off with his tongue.

Ellen contracted, then jerked with an animal grunt. "Unh..."

Gushing, "Unh..."

Then smaller pulses and softer sounds, "Oh God..." until her breathing slowed and she was still.

Colton wanted more. He gentled her with his tongue, then slid deeper inside.

Ellen murmured, "No... " Her head slowly rolled side to side, "I can't..."

But she could. Overwhelmed by the gentle insistence of his mouth.

"Unh... Unh...

"Oh Jesus... Yes." Her body gave in.

Over... and over.

She only realized he'd stopped when he murmured, "God... Ellen."

Her breathing calmed. Colton slowly withdrew his fingers, then lifted his head. He smeared her slick juices on a tit and licked it clean. She wanted to push into his mouth but was too much a puddle to do it. He said, "They say women don't ejaculate. They're wrong you know." He tongued her again, gathering, then crawled higher to kiss her on the mouth. When he leaned back Ellen touched a finger to her lips and savored the creamy nectar he'd shared. Her eyes were closed. A woman in a new reality. He touched the side of her face, then brushed her hair back. They lay like that as her everyday senses slowly reassembled.

It was only when he stood that she realized Colton was still dressed. And she was a bare-naked hot mess sprawled out on her thirty-thousand-dollar couch.

He helped her to her feet, took her in his arms as he had when she opened the door. She passionately kissed him this time with her tits rubbing against his pressed shirt. He caressed her back and naked bum. She pushed against his bulge, then turned toward the bedroom saying, "I could use something cold from the fridge. Please?" There was something extra in her walk because she knew he was watching and she smiled to herself. Damn El... look at you.

Entering the bedroom she saw her 58 year old body reflected in the mirror and her smile faltered. Yes... look at you. Ellen felt as foolish as she had when she first opened her door, then put hands on her hips, pushed out her tits and stopped caring. Daylight caught moisture glistening in her bush. She decided not to wait naked, slipped into a sheer gown that tied in front, then covered it in a terry-cloth robe and sat upright against the headboard.

Waiting for him.

Him... Colton.

Beverley's... what?

He appeared holding two glasses with ice and clear liquid. Said, "Lime sparkling water." Gave her one and sat next to her.

She bluntly questioned, "What are you?"

Colton understood what she really asked and answered, "A man."

"Who satisfies older women," she said, "and is quite good at it."

He didn't dispute what she said.

Her body tingled with lingering sensation between her legs and throbbing nipples. Fuck me... She mused aloud, "How do you make it feel so different."

"I love touching you. Your body can tell." He reflected. "I loved your hesitation and sweet release. The look in your eyes when you realized it's really happening. The sounds." He watched her absorb what he was saying, touched the side of her face then kissed her softly with just a touch of tongues. "The taste of you."

She gave voice to the doubt she couldn't quite get past no matter how she wanted to. "But it's wrong. Decent women don't do..." she gestured at their surroundings. "Don't do this."

"Wrong for two people to make each other feel good?" He questioned. "Wrong for a man and woman to explore the differences between them and the way those differences mesh when they make love?"

She objected, "Fucking and sex aren't making love."

"Are you sure? Maybe they're the purest kind. Without family and career and budgets and retirement. Simply a man... and a woman... doing what nature designed." He opened the tie on her robe and caressed a silk-shrouded tit. "How does it feel when I fondle you?"

"Wonderful..." Whispered, as she grew warm against his hand. Ellen hesitated, then said, "You prefer older women." A statement that expected an answer.

Colton squeezed soft tit and felt her nipple stand. He rolled the rubbery nub then squeezed hard enough to make her breathing change. "I do."

"Why?" She asked.

"My first real time was with an older woman, after an earlier unfortunate experience with a girl my own age." The answer he always gave if asked, but watching him Ellen understood there was more. Something he didn't share.

She pressed, "That's not all of it."

Colton's expression confirmed there was more. He debated sharing or deflecting, then finally said, "It's selfish." He looked embarrassed. When Ellen looked at him quizzically, he added, "Something I need."

She was lost.

As if changing the subject he said, "Let's get your robe off." She leaned forward and he pulled the robe back and off her arms. Then he untied her nightgown and spread it open to fully reveal her full breasts' natural hang as she sat against the headboard. He muttered, "Dam, you're beautiful."

In the years that came before, Ellen always experienced the urge to cover up when a man looked at her. She didn't feel it with Colton, instead she subconsciously arched her back. She said, "Take your clothes off."

"Why?" Making her say it. Knowing how saying it would affect her.

"I want to see you naked."

Then he was on her. He kissed her and left a snail-trail of saliva to her tits. He suckled one then the other so deeply that Ellen felt his pull in her toes.

"Unh..."

When his tongue trailed lower, she opened her legs without questioning. He had her writhing in seconds, then abruptly climbed from the bed. Standing, he looked her up and down as he unbuttoned his shirt. Ellen was still squirming, with tousled hair, throbbing nips on heaving bosom and her legs openly inviting him into wet velvet. She watched his hands open buttons and wanted them on her. He dropped his shirt on the floor. His T-shirt quickly landed on top of it. He stepped closer. She wanted to touch his firm abs but he said, "Open my khaki's."

Ellen worked at undoing his belt with surprisingly clumsy fingers. After the belt she started to open the clasp on his pants, but Colton stopped her. He moved her hands to his bulge. "Feel it."

She traced his shape like she'd never touched a cock and felt him grow bigger. Hot, even through the fabric. She started to open his pants, then paused and looked up. He nodded. When she opened the clasp Ellen felt a tingle in her nipples, her mouth got wetter. Primal scents infused her perfectly appointed bedroom. She pulled the zipper down and saw his shape clad in briefs. The contour of a prominent vein snaked down the shaft, to an unusually large head with a wet spot at the end.

Her tongue darted to that spot and discovered sweet even through cotton.

Colton pushed his khakis down, stayed bent to remove his socks, then straightened up, cock bent sideways in his briefs with the mushroom glans at his waistband. He looked thicker covered up than she thought he could be when he took it out. His balls stretched the pouch below. Fuck... She needed to see it.

He waited, rubbing his package from head to balls.

"Show me." Ellen's voice was husky. "Show me your cock."

He bent over and slid the briefs down. When Colton stood his manhood did too, a thick announcement of virility that swayed with a proud upward curve. He rolled his balls in their scrotal sack and watched her. Her lusty scent flared his nostrils and the plum end of his cock rose as if searching for what he smelled. Ellen watched shiny pre-cum seeping from his slit. Fuck....

His breath deepened, he said, "This is what I'm selfish for." Still rolling his balls. "The way you look right now."

Ellen whispered, "What do you see?" Finding herself in a world without inhibition, she longed to hear him describe the animal lust heating her.

"Your eyes say you need this." Standing there, showing her. "My cock. My body. My hunger for you." His gaze intensified. "Now that it's right before you, you need it like life itself."

She felt it. In another setting his words would have landed like oafish boasts... but she felt the craving.

"Your mouth is wet to suck my cock." He stroked his shaft, then let it stand on its own. She could see it pulse with his heartbeat.

Her tongue waited in a half-open mouth.

"Your tits ache to be manhandled..."

Her back arched without her willing it. Her body offering itself up to whatever he wanted.

"... and your nipples throb to be suckled."

He looked at them. She felt the throb he described with each beat of her heart.

"You want them pulled and twisted, pinched until you gasp."

The carnality of being called out so openly fogged Ellen in delirium. "Yes." Hearing it whispered aloud... in her voice.

"Inside..." he held his cock again and the plum head darkened, "... you want to feel me change you." He moved his hips closer by clenching his ass. "Stretch you." He stroked. "You want my cock so deep your belly bulges."

She imagined it so viscerally that she almost looked down to see.

When his gaze settled between her legs, Ellen felt the sheen of loose desire displayed on her inner thighs.

"A girl can't look the way you do right now." He said. "Only a woman." He kissed her then because he couldn't wait another second, one hand fisting her hair and the other squeezing tit. When she moaned in his mouth, he squeezed so hard his fingertips almost touched in her softness, then that hand dropped to her hot mess. She tightened on his invading fingers and he muttered, "Fuck yes..."

Colton stepped back. Ellen stood with heaving tits and mouth half open. Fucking wet between her legs.

He spoke calmly, "You've always known what you need."

Yes... The molten honesty of it swept her along. She knelt before him. More, she knelt before his cock. Beautiful and proud.

Colton watched her and murmured, "You make me like this."

Ellen knew he'd surely been sucked by women who were very talented and it intimidated her. Then she remembered his wonder when he'd massaged her hands, his pleasure when his hands roamed her body and his moans when he licked her. It wasn't about how he'd touched others at other times. Him. Me. Now. She settled back on her heals and looked up at him from below his manhood, then nuzzled his hairy sack with her face. She rolled his eggs around with her nose and rubbed him with her cheek, then pushed her forehead into his testes like an affectionate cat. She purred. Ellen wanted to caress him with every part of her face, then every part of her body. She lifted her bosom in cupped hands to cradle his balls. Milky smooth holding hairy scrotum. She squeezed tit to make her fleshy nubs stand like fingers to rub against him.

"Fuck."

When she looked into eyes grown dark with the slutty display at his feet, it made her proud. Ellen boob-fondled his nuts as his cock bumped against her face, then shifted to capture his manhood in titty-heaven. She held him in the warm give of her softness with only his plum head showing, then pushed lower until it bumped her chin. When she felt the sliminess it left there Ellen started meeting each cock slide with her tongue and a lick. The honest plea of a cum-craving slut who needs more.

Colton took over holding her tits and growled, "Spit on it."

She did and felt the extra slipperiness when he moved, then spit again as if she'd done it before. And again. She grabbed his ass and squeezed the muscular clench of each thrust. Setting the tempo. Making him push higher until cock-kisses became penetrations. He was the one titty-fucking her and pushing into her needy mouth, but she was making him do it faster, harder. Deeper. A rutting dog with swinging balls and a mature woman who wanted all he had with tits and mouth vying to be his cunt. Her tastefully appointed bedroom filled with wet fuck-like sounds... and grunts. When Ellen felt him struggle for self-control, trying to slow down, her grip on his glutes didn't let him. She moaned when her mouth was filled and begged for cock when it was waiting. "I need it." He thrust into her cock sucking mouth again. "Give it to me." Then she pushed onto as much of his length as she could take and held herself at the edge of gag. He dropped her tits to swing free and took her head in his hands for face-fucking, meeting the want in her eyes with his need to fill her.

The suction in Ellen's lovely mouth came from her cum-hungry belly. Her hands squeezed his ass and her pendulous tits swung. A proper woman, deliriously carnal.

Colton muttered "Fuck."

Too soon his balls pulled high and tight and his shaft swelled in her mouth. "Jesus Fuck..." Like he was in pain... "You have to stop." Trying to watch... Trying to...

He groaned, jerked like a gored beast and she moaned triumphantly when an eruption of cum ballooned her cheeks. She tried to swallow the gooey volume, but it was too much. Some dribbled down her chin. She thought there couldn't be more, but he continued stroking and jacked a spunk-rope that landed from her cheek into her hair. She watched it spit from his plum like slow motion, then he stroked faster and cum splattered against her face and tits and into her waiting mouth.

When he finally stopped she suckled his fleshy plum like a pacifier.

He held the side of her face.

Their eyes met with Ellen still holding him in her cummy mouth. So handsome. She felt honored.

He looked at her with wonder. "Jesus Ellen... You're indescribable, your beauty."

Her husband came on her face once, a few globs rather than the cum-hosing that she felt dripping to her tits. Her husband quickly got a towel and wordlessly handed it to her to clean up, like she'd become disgusting.

Colton didn't get her a towel.

He helped her to her feet and took her into his arms. They shared his taste in a creamy, moaning french kiss, then he kissed cum from her forehead and bent to suckle a jizz-covered nipple. He murmured again, "Jesus Ellen." She held his head against her until he stopped sucking and when he stepped back to look, she made a show of smearing his warm goo into her skin. In her late fifties, slutty as a whore while he watched, Ellen felt like the sexiest vision Colton ever beheld.

She was.

She unapologetically wanted more and as if reading her mind he said, "I knew I'd want to keep this going as long as we could after you rode my hand, so when I got the mineral waters, I took a blue booster."

She smiled. Thank God we're not done yet. "Want to wait in my jacuzzi tub or play in the shower?"

His answer came quickly. "Both."

When Ellen went into the en-suite to draw the bath Colton asked, "Mind if I look around? Your penthouse is really something."

"Do you want a robe?"

"No." He wandered naked through her home and when the tub was ready, she found him in the great room, enjoying the view through floor to ceiling windows. She appreciated her view, his athletic legs and tight ass, slim waste and tapered back to broad shoulders. A naked Adonis, here... For me.

Colton sensed her presence, turned, then appreciated her as he had the view outside. "You've got a gorgeous home," he eventually said, "but you're the masterpiece."

Ellen quelled the urge to demur and warmed from head to toe. "You make me feel that way." Her voice was soft. "Our bath is ready." She led the way to their tub in an emotional high, honestly understanding it rose from a man's attraction.

He held her hand as she stepped into the tub, then followed. She sat with the bottom of her breasts in the water but most of her areolae showing and started the jets. As the water bubbled, they shared bits about their lives until her chest grew pink and he smiled, "You're even sexier when you sweat." He leaned forward and kissed the saltiness of her cleavage. "Deliciously unladylike. But this heat is countering the normal effects of modern medicine's best."

Water dripped from his flaccid manhood after he stood.

His girth, even soft, widened her eyes. I need to feel him inside. She finally said, "Most men don't intimidate until they're hard."

"Are you intimidated Ellen, by my cock?" As if he didn't know. Standing there, savoring the anxiety in her eyes.

As Ellen looked, he grew. She lifted him, answered, "Yes" then weighed his balls in her other hand. "I am." When she leaned forward and licked his plum it began rising.

Concern playing across her features made him say, "You know we don't have to..."

She interrupted, "I want to."

Being the center of attention, his cock soon reached full erection, bone-hard with bulging veins and a dark plum that seeped a stream of lubricant.

Ellen's fingertips didn't come close to touching when she wrapped them around him and when she slid his soft outer skin over the bone within, his girth made her hand look girlishly small. She smeared his slippery seepage around the helmet that was going to open her and felt butterflies. He'll destroy me. The tremble within was more than fear. A yearning never acknowledged, never quite satisfied. More than simply feeling it inside, Ellen longed to feel a man's cock change her. Complete her, forever.

She whispered, "I need to."

"What do you need?" Wanting to give her need life in the open.

"Fuck me." Ellen's voice was husky. "Fuck me until I break..."

They moved to her walk-in shower where Colton was going to wash her from head to toe, but when he reached for the shampoo, she turned to him and put her hands on his chest. With water streaming down their faces and his erection poking her belly she said, "I can't wait." They kissed with writhing tongues and she ground the hottest wet thing in the shower against the hardest.

After he turned the water off and began toweling her face, she groped for his cock with both hands. "God Colt... Please..."

Ellen stretched out on her bed with hair dripping. She didn't care about making the pillow wet. Her everyday concerns were gone like the clothes she shed, and the carelessness made her sexier than ever. Colt stood at the foot of the bed and looked.

Ellen opened her legs with bent knees.

Her young Adonis stroked his erection and said, "You won't make me cum so quickly this time Mrs. Clark."

God... Her fingers went between her legs.

"I'm going to last." He stroked and watched her. "Every position..."

Her chest visibly rose and fell with each breath.

"... until you beg me to stop."

She said, "I won't." Confident. Her face, sexy defiance. Her sex... wet invitation.

When he extended his arm she lifted a foot to him, then shrieked in surprise when he jerked her to the end of the mattress. Colt lifted her feet to his shoulders to pull her ass against his thighs. Ellen moved her arms overhead and mewed when he rubbed his plum through her sodden lips, then gasped when he cock-smacked them.

He got slippery with her excitement.

She felt ready but trembled when his plum spread her labia. Jesus... He moved her thighs further apart and probed at her inner hole with the cock it drooled for. He pushed. Her body tried to take him. Sweet Jesus... She winced when he forced the head inside, then put her hands flat against his chest to make him wait. Her mouth opened but 'Stop' stuck in her throat. Veiny shaft inexorably followed his slippery plum deeper.

"Breathe Ellen."

She did... and gave way to him with a quaver that became a groan.

He narrated, pushing deeper. "Your body wants every inch."

It did.

He muttered, "Tighter than a teen."

Colt's dimensions changed Ellen forever, with a moan as her song of triumphant surrender. Her hands went to his waist and when he started to pull back she said "Wait." Feeling his youth in the core of her womanhood completed her in a way the achievements of life had not. His vitality... inside her. Finally, her touch encouraged him to withdraw and when he had, urged him back inside. Every thick inch of hard man. Both ways. Out until only his plum remained inside, then deep again until his laden sack nudged her lips.

Fuck...

She said, "Fuck me Colt."

Their pace quickened. He thrust, his balls smacked her lips, Ellen begged for more.

He drove with the strength of his thighs. "Umph."

"Fuck me..."

Their impact rippled her tits. "Umph."

"Fuck me Colt..."

He pistoned in and out of Ellen's needy hole and she soon met his grunts with the mindless "fuck me" chants of a woman possessed.

Her body yearned the cum that his new-found staying power denied her. When he lifted her ass from the mattress for better impact with with her clit, her legs wrapped around him to limit his travel. Then it was their grinding that possessed her.

"Fuck."

She pulled him tighter and rubbed her clit against his mound. His girth pressed bulging veins across her g-spot and his plum pushed against her cervix.

"Oh fuck." Ellen only had crude words.

"Fuck..." At the edge of it.

Colt pulled back until he was barely in her slit, then cock-speared her. Breaking her orgasm open. Ellen came on his impaling pole with a powerful jerk, then squeezed him in after-pulses to pump him for what she wanted. He almost gave it.

When she stopped, he lifted her from the bed, turned around, and sat on the edge of the mattress with her in his arms. They held each other. Inside she gripped like her womb could own him. When she grew still, he held her head against him. She cooed contentment and he leaned back to look at her.

"God..." she murmured, "Colton."

He lay back on the mattress with her still sitting upright, straddling him. She felt his heat. Inside her. A woman impaled on a cock-spit. With her hands on his chest, she lifted her hips until only the end of him was inside, then closed her eyes and slowly took his girth until their pubes intermingled.

"Colton..."

Her pendulous tits hung when she leaned on her arms and when he moved his hips they lazily swung side to side. Watching his face she didn't want to be young and firm again. Their movement enthralled him. "Fucking... perfect... tits." He cupped them as if weighing and when he squeezed, she moaned in his hands. His cock swelled inside her.

When he released them, Ellen leaned forward to dangle her tits in his face. Without shame. His mouth opened, she squeezed one in her hand and fed it to him, saying, "Suck me Colt... suck my tit." The indecency thrilled her. She goose-bumped when he took her into his warm mouth, tongue-toggled her nipple to swollen erection and suckled with the sound of a contented infant.

Her whimpers mixed with their moans.

After he'd drawn on her teet as long as a feeding child, she fed him the other and he suckled until his hips moved, nudged, lifted her. God, here we go.... Ellen's eagerness for more surprised her. She smothered him in her bosom. He made muffled sounds licking cleavage and tit, began to thrust his hips and grabbed her ass to slide her up and down on his bone. Then Ellen rose on her arms and took control. She lifted her hips until she had just the head, then slammed onto his fuck-pole. Harder than he would have done. Taking what she needed even after everything he'd given. Lovers without limits. She went aboriginal, showing a man what she had in a bouncing titty-dance as if the tribe was beating drums... when the only real sound was the rhythmic slapping of flesh. Somehow, he captured her gyrating nipples in fingers that said he'd give the seed she craved if she kept going. She did. With animal grunts and smacking flesh until her head rolled back and her mouth opened and she made a primitive sound that heralded yet another coming.

His crushing hold on her nipples kept her in place. They throbbed. The desperation of his grip said he'd barely held back.

Ellen had orgasmed more than she thought possible. Had never experienced multiples in her life. Yet she still craved. She needed his seed. Gooey in a womb beyond creating life, but not beyond knowing the fulfillment only given by a man. She collapsed onto his chest, then slid off in defeat, face down onto the mattress alongside him. He popped free when her slippery hole pulled off and his boner slapped against her thigh. Slimy with her juices. Taunting.

Ellen whimpered with a confusing mix of sexual gluttony and narcotic hunger for cum. His, filling her, leaking from bruised lips.

Colt moved onto her back, rested on her angular shoulder blades, and took some of his weight on knees astride her legs. His slippery cock nestled between her ass cheeks. An anal virgin, she was willing if that's what it took. He nuzzled her hair. She felt his whisper touch her ear, "Lift your hips."

She did. Bereft of her own will.

When he shoved a pillow under her hips, she settled onto it, then felt his cock between her legs. Her opening waited inside lubricating lips. He pushed until his flared glans rubbed her g-spot, then held her legs together with his and fucked her magical, mushy bundle of nerve endings.

Fucking her from behind. He's going to make me cum again. Without giving of himself. Ellen felt like his fuck-sleeve, then flushed. He'd made her his. Completely. Absolutely. Her orgasm embraced Colt's heat. Bathed him. Spread through her newly understood womanhood and continued even when he'd settled his full weight on her.

His steady heartbeat against her back. Cock unrelentingly hard inside her. Breath in her hair.

Finally... beyond yearning?

Ellen sighed. Warm, formless as melting butter.

They stayed like that. He's done with me now. The deepest ache of her sexuality gnawed.

His cock was the only hard thing in her when Colt pulled out. Even her bones felt pliable. He rolled her over like a woman unconscious, then kissed her. The way you kiss a lover awake. He licked a nipple. They both thought it felt used, its tenderness throbbed against his tongue, in his lips. Perfect.

Colt moved between her legs and coaxed them apart. He rubbed his plum in her pink slit, savored the slipperiness of the sexiest woman he'd ever been with.

"Ellen." Softly.

She opened her eyes. Met his.

"I want to cum inside you."

She barely nodded her head and closed her eyes again. God... Yes.

Her legs opened wider. Her womanhood wanted.

He pushed inside until his balls nuzzled her taint and her limbs closed around him.

They kissed and moved like life-long lovers. Unhurried. Every inch. Twisting tongues in a shared mouth. Undulating like two were one thing riding ocean swells until his moans grew primal and demanding. She tightened her arms and legs around him. He swelled with more than he could hold. Struggling. Fucking. Grunting when it came, squinting his eyes. Ellen felt his ejaculation. More than the warmth that followed, she felt it move through through him. From his balls, expanding his cock, bursting against her cervix. She came yet again. Helplessly. "Colt..." The tone of her voice saying she couldn't stop, "Oh God... Colt." Needing him to explain how he'd done this to her.

He couldn't explain. Only knew he had to finish in her. He pushed as deep as he could to finish what they started. His cock, every inch, inside her. His cum, a million wiggling tadpole sperm moving deeper than his cock could go. Filling Ellen every way a man could.

Finally.

Their differences, the glue binding them.

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