Some of her notes were about our evening together and what she liked; but for the most part the messages were just to let me know where things were with the divorce and how she was coping.
She had started counseling to help her deal with the divorce, and her counselor had asked her about her support group, and whether there were persons she trusted who she could talk with about the divorce and its affect on her.
Ellie certainly had several close friends, and she sought the approval of her divorce attorney to meet and talk with some of them about the divorce, the experience and how it was affecting her.
On a cold winter evening, the phone rang. It was Ellie.
“Can I come over?” she asked, with a little giggle in her voice.
“Sure!” I said.
This was a time when there were no digital cameras or video recorders; few women, and even less men had any sex toys; anal sex was but a small seed of an idea in a few minds: and, most women were not shaved.
Having a pretty good idea of why Ellie was coming over, I raced around the house gathering anything that I thought might be useful in our encounter. I collected one large feather, a blindfold, a silk-like scarf and a towel. I even had a plug in electric vibrator, although it looked far different than the vibrator toys we see today. Really, it was designed for massaging muscles.
In my bedroom, I laid out the towel and neatly arranged the items on the towel. Ellie could decide what she wanted to try.
Forty-five minutes later, Ellie was knocking on my front door.
I took her coat and hung it up, while she removed her knee high boots.
She had on jeans and a sweater with a white scarf tied around her neck, all of which definitely showed off her cute body.
I poured us a glass of wine, and we toasted her and her hopefully resolving the divorce to her benefit.
“I’m supposed to talk to you about the divorce and how I feel about all of it. You’re part of my support group.” she said.
“Go ahead. I’m listening.” I told her, settling back into the couch.
“I said I was supposed to. I didn’t say I was!” she said as she got off her chair, walked across the room and straddled me on the couch.
She was bold in her actions, but yet still nervous and a little shy.
“We both know why I’m here. I haven’t had any sex since I was with you six months ago and I want to use you tonight to fuck my brains out.”
She kissed me; a soft little kiss, followed by a longer, deeper kiss, until within a minute or two we were battling each other’s tongue.
“Do you want to fuck me?”
“Yes!” I said without any hesitation.
“Will you do the things to me that you did last time?” she asked.
“Do you mean the things you really liked?” I asked, emphasizing the word “really”.
“Yes.” she replied.
“You’ve thought about what you’d like me to do to you, haven’t you?”
“Yes. I’ve thought about it a lot. I think about it all the time.”
“You’ve fantasized about it?” I asked.
“Yes! Many, many times.”
We kissed some more and I ran my hands along Ellie’s bare back. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Together we removed her sweater, exposing her tits and hard nipples. She left the small white scarf around her neck
I knew she liked to have her nipples played with, and twisted so hard that it hurt. For now, though, I just licked and suck on each nipple, bringing Ellie slowly into our next encounter.
I played with her nipples and squeezed her tits for several minutes, while we kissed and she moaned.
“We need to decide on a safety word.” I said.
“What?” she asked.
“We need a word that you can say when you’ve had enough or want me to stop!”
“Why?” she asked, not really understanding.
“You want me to fuck your brains out; to fuck you until you can’t take anymore. Along the way, what if you need to stop, don’t want to do something or have had enough. We need a signal, a word that you can say that will tell me to stop.” I explained.
“Any word?” she asked.
“Any word at all.” I said. “You pick the word”.
“Divorce.” she said. “The safety word is divorce.”
I nodded my agreement and reached down and unsnapped her jeans.
Ellie stood up and slid off her jeans. She wasn’t wearing any panties. I could see that she was already wet, and that she had kept pussy closely trimmed.
I got out of the chair, took her hand and led her into the bedroom and the small display of toys I had set up on the towel. I stood next to her, with my hand on her bare ass, as she looked over the array.
“Choose anyone you like.” I suggested.
“Do I have to choose just one?” She inquired.
“No.” I said. “You can choose them all if you want.”
Ellie turned into me, and pressed her tits against chest and her pussy against my hard cock.
“I want them all.” she whispered, a little embarrassed, and looking into my eyes for my reaction.
“Good! I hoped that you would choose all of them.”
“Can I add something?” she asked with a big smile and a coy look.
“Sure. What have you got in mind?”
Ellie walked out of the room, her tits swaying and bobbing, and returned with a light blue, hard rubber dildo, waving it at me with a big grin on her face.
“I brought this.” She said.
The dildo was and shaped like a cock. It was about 7 or 8 inches long, and thick, and appeared well used.
“Have you used this before?” I inquired, sarcastically.
“Several hundred times!” was her response, equally sarcastic.
All of this time, in the back of my mind I had been thinking about what we would do and how we would do it. Ellie was in no rush, so we could take our time. It would just be a matter of which of us would be the first to collapse with exhaustion or if Ellie would use the safety word.
Again, I took her hand and led her out into the living room. I kissed her and then stepped back and undid my pants. I removed my socks, then my pants, and stood in front of Ellie in just a t-shirt and my boxer shorts. My erection was unmistakable.
“Mmmmmm.” Ellie said, looking at my erection and kneeling in front of me. She nibbled on my manhood through the boxer short material, kissing and softly biting, and sucking on the shaft through the fabric.
I removed the shorts and sat on the couch, my manhood standing straight up.
Ellie looked at my cock as if she was seeing a man’s cock for the first time; eager, hungry, wanting. She grasped it in both hands and slowly stroked it causing pre-cum to dribble out and down the shaft and over her fingers.
“I love your cock.” She said. “I’ve fantasized about playing with it.”
For the next ten minutes or so, Ellie licked and sucked on my cock, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, but never stopping. She worked her way from sucking on the head and maybe a third of the shaft, to taking all of me down her throat.
While Ellie devoured my cock, she looked me right in the eye and moaned, not stopping, even to catch her breath. She played with my swollen cock head, teasing me, licking up and down the shaft, and licking my balls, tickling them with her tongue and fingernails. Saliva ran out of the corner of her mouth and down to her chin. Strands of my pre-cum and her saliva strung out between her lips and my cock.
I stopped her only because she was going to make me cum, and it was way too soon for that to happen.
“I love to suck your cock. Don’t make me stop!” she complained, moving her mouth back on the head of my cock and again taking all of me in her mouth.
After another minute of more sucking, I stopped her again.
“We’ve got all night. You don’t want to make me cum yet, do you?”
Ellie stopped and grinned.
“How many times have you cum in one night of sex?” she asked.
“Three times.” I said, even though at that time, that might have been a bit of an exaggeration.
“You’re going to cum more than three times tonight.” she boldly proclaimed.
“And so are you!” I whispered in her ear.
I switched places with Ellie and quickly went to my bedroom and retrieved the toys, placing them on the couch next to Ellie.
She spread her legs and bent them back, revealing her wet slit.
I kissed and nibbled at the inside of her thighs for several minutes, coming close to her pussy, but not touching it.
Then I picked up the feather.
I let Ellie see it and feel it, letting her appreciate that this feather was soon going to have her writhing in pleasure.
I ran the feather over her nipples and lightly over her tits. Ellie softly moaned as she watched the feather brush over her hard nipples.
Then I lightly ran the feather over the inside of her thighs, starting from her knees and going slowly down to her pussy lips. Ellie watched the feather and moaned as it got closer to her slit.
“Do you want me to use the feather on your pussy?” I asked, after waiting a few minutes.
“Yes!”
“Do you want me to tickle your pussy with the feather?”
“Yes”, she said, this time with some impatience and anticipation.
She watched the feather as I continued to slide it close to her slit but not touching it.
Then I ran just the tip of the feather up her slit.
“Aaaaaahhhh!” Ellie cried out as she threw her head back against the couch and arched her back.
I continued to run the feather tip lightly up and down her pussy, as her slit ran with her juices. She arched her back and held her pussy lips open with her fingers, trying to get as much of the feather into her slit as possible.
The feather was getting soaked with pussy juice and soon would be of no further use.
While I still had the time, I ran the feather around and over her clit.
“O, God! Oh, God! Yes! Yes! She cried as her body shook.
“Do that again!” she pleaded, surprised that a feather brushing over her clit could feel so good.
I tickled Ellie’s clit with the feather, while she moaned with pleasure.
“God, that feels so fucking good!”
I flicked the feather over her clit faster and faster, until Ellie shuddered a few times, and yelled “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
I thought I had made her cum, but had stopped just before she climaxed.
Ellie settled back down on the couch, breathing heavy, and disappointed that I had not allowed her the release she thought she was going to experience.
The feather was now soaked, but I had one more place that could use its attention.
I had Ellie pull her legs back, exposing her asshole. That little feather, tickling around her hole, almost brought her to tears with pleasure. She moaned and groaned, swore, and spread her ass checks with her hands so I could tickle her hole with the feather.
I put the feather on the floor and licked Ellie from her asshole to her pussy and clit, over and over. She was moaning with pleasure, holding the back of my head, and shaking.
“Do you want me to lick your clit?
“I want you to fuck me!” was her impatient response.
“Do you want me to lick your clit? I asked again.
“Yes! Yes! She said, this time with a softer voice
“Are you getting ready to cum?”
“Yes!”
“You do know that I’m not going to let you cum yet, don’t you?”
She did not answer, but let out a moan of disappointment.
I licked her pussy, slowly working my way up to her clit. I licked around it, and flicked my tongue over it, until I thought she was going to cum, then stopped.
“Do you want me to continue?”
“Fuck yes!” she said.
I licked her clit some more, as she pushed her pussy up into my face.
Ellie’s legs spread far apart, her hips rotated in an effort to push her clit into my mouth, and she was dripping pussy juice down to her asshole onto the couch.
When I thought she was about to cum, I stopped.
She let out a loud moan of disappointment and a few swear words.
Three or four more times I brought her to the edge, each time sucking her clit into my mouth and sucking on it with some force. And each time, when she was close to the edge, I would stop.
Ellie moaned with disappointment, and had a look on her face that said “please”.
There were beads of sweat forming on her face and chest, and her hair was wet and matted to her forehead. She played with her own nipples. And, she whispered that she wanted to cum; she needed to cum.
Ellie wanted to finger her own clit, while I was plugging the vibrator into the electric socket. I would not let her, pulling her hand away.
I reminded her that I could let her cum, or if she was not going to let me tease her, I might not let her cum at all.
She groaned again, this time showing her frustration, throwing her head back against the couch.
I showed her the vibrator and let her watch as I turned it on. It was made out of metal and plastic and had maybe a foot long handle with a large oval shaped, vibrating ball on top.
“Do you want me to use this on your pussy?” I asked as I ran the buzzing toy over her nipples.
“Yes!” she moaned.
I held the vibrator ball on her pussy lips and pushed it into her slit, as Ellie closed her eyes, laid her head back and moaned and moaned with pleasure.
I brought her to the edge again, and then once more.
“Fuck me!” she pleaded. “I need to be fucked! Please fuck me!”
I might have gone too far. She seemed more desperate, more impatient, and was getting upset and angry with me.
“I want to watch you cum.” I said.