Ella's Desire

by Ella's Desire (lit)

  “Ben...Dirk...stop and think now. This is insane.” The tip of Ella’s tongue moistened her lips. Her breathing had become quite ragged. “What do you want with a dried-up widow like me?”

  A strange, spontaneous fury broke over Ben then. He didn’t like hearing Ella degrading herself. He had long suspected she had been sensually neglected by her husband, but he highly doubted she was, as she claimed, dried up. He leaned forward and touched her through the sheer white silk of her drawers. The heat and moisture of her passion were instantly evident to his sensitive touch. When he rubbed her gently, pressing silk against her moist labia and erect clitoris, Ella’s eyelashes tapped against her cheeks, and she uttered the softest of moans. He knew she was a woman surrendering to passion but not without an inner fight with her insecurities and inhibitions.

  “No, definitely not dried up.” Ben’s tone was deep, husky. “Neglected. Emotionally bruised and battered, I suppose. But not dried up.”

  He unknotted the drawstring to Ella’s drawers, and when he put his fingers inside the loosened waistband, she raised her hips an inch off the ground for a moment. Then, as though realizing she was assisting rather than resisting, she dropped down on the grass and made yet another failing effort at pulling her wrists free from Dirk’s enormous hand. A moment later, her underpants were bunched along with her fancy riding trousers at the top of the one boot she still had on.

  Ben grabbed Ella’s bare ankle and pulled her leg to the side, giving himself more room as he wedged his shoulders between her naked thighs.

  “Beautiful,” Ben whispered, wrapping his arms completely around Ella’s thighs from the underside so that his fingertips were close to the pink lips of her pussy. “There’s nothing about you that isn’t beautiful.”

  He leaned forward, pressing his lips against Ella. When his tongue separated her folds and then immediately began a slow journey upward until he licked her clitoris, she uttered a high-pitched moan, and in a most unladylike fashion, spoke a word she’d never said aloud.

  She gasped, “Oh, fuck!”

  * * * *

  Ella had heard about cunnilingus. She even knew the name for it. Marian, her one friend with a propensity to be both promiscuous and overly loquacious, filled her in on the details of what lovemaking was like with the dark-haired scion of the GWR Ranch. What she didn’t know, until the age of twenty-two, was what cunnilingus, administered by Ben, or anyone else, actually felt like.

  Until now, that is.

  In her ears the word “fuck” rang as clearly as a bell. Ella could not remember ever before using such a coarse and vulgar term. Under the circumstances, it seemed to be the only suitable word.

  She closed her eyes and stopped struggling against Dirk. A tiny, logical voice in her brain whispered that he was enormously powerful, and even though he only used one hand to keep her wrists pinned behind her back, she was bound as securely as if she had manacles on.

  Each swipe of Ben’s tantalizing tongue brought new shivers of passion to Ella. Though she felt it most intensely when he licked and sucked on her clitoris, he did not give that button of flesh his sole concentration. With a leisurely approach, he dragged the stiffened tip of his tongue through the cleavage of her lips, from the bottom to the top, where he then toyed with her clitoris before starting the journey all over again. Instinctively, Ella knew Ben was extremely skilled at what he was doing.

  “Oh, yes!” Ella purred when she felt two fingers invading her body while Ben’s lips and tongue paid very special attention to her clitoris.

  I must remain silent. It’s bad enough I’m responding with such inhibition to these men. The least I can do is pretend it doesn’t feel so good.

  She caught her lower lip between her teeth to keep from moaning and amended her earlier thoughts.

  So fucking good!

  Her back was pressed against Dirk’s chest, her head on his shoulder. She felt his racing heart. The hand surrounding her wrists shifted slightly, and that was when Ella realized something else, something very interesting. Something growing! Though Dirk continued to hold her wrists, one over the other, securely at the small of her back, somewhere during her struggles, Dirk had moved so that now, right beneath her palms, she felt the swollen bulge of an erection straining against the fabric of his tan trail trousers.

  Ella’s first instinct was to try to pull her hands away. It would be bad enough to touch a man there when he wasn’t aroused, so it must surely be an awful breach of deportment to touch him when he had an erection. With her eyes closed, she used her fingers to measure the length and girth of Dirk’s arousal. A shiver went through her when she realized his size. His erection was in keeping with the rest of the man’s physique: thick, solid, intimidating. She squeezed him, her fingers and thumb pressing into the shaft. It was like testing the hardness of a piece of steel. Warm, living, lusting steel.

  She squeezed him again, and this time the groan of pleasure Ella heard came from Dirk. He cupped her chin in his palm, and she didn’t have to be forced to angle her face toward him. When his warm lips captured hers, it was Ella who opened her mouth to invite a more intimate exploration. Releasing her chin as he continued to kiss her, Dirk’s fingers trailed over her taught throat then down to her white silk shirtfront. The small pearl buttons came unfastened with a swiftness and ease that suggested extensive experience.

  I’ll feel so guilty about this.

  The silent, weak inner voice of reason wouldn’t remain silent but was completely with influence against the onslaught of passionate emotions evoked by being the center of sensual attention by Ben and Dirk.

  As Ben’s fingers continued their seesaw action between the lips of her pussy, and his lips and tongue concentrated solely on her clitoris, Ella felt the tightening within herself that warned a powerful orgasm was fast approaching. She decided, then and there, that living with a secret wasn’t necessarily such a bad thing. If she had to feel guilty about something, there couldn’t be anything she’d rather be guilty about than this.

  And with the conclusion of this rather self-serving thought, Ella, with her legs over Ben’s shoulders and his mouth pressed tight to her pussy, began to climax. Pulses of pure energy went through her. Her body trembled through spasms so powerful they were painful. Three harsh contractions were followed by four others of lesser intensity before she finally started to descend from her orgasmic heights.

  And when it was finally over, Ella opened her eyes, blinking them several times to clear her vision. She looked at Ben as he rose to his knees. His lips, cheeks, and chin were shiny in the flickering light of the campfire with the slippery evidence of her passion’s fulfillment.

  “Hold her, Dirk,” he said in a low growl. “Hold her tight. She’s delicious, and she’s had her fun, but I’m a long way from finished.”

  Ben opened his trousers and unbuttoned his fly. His dusky hued erection angled upward from his loins. The skin over the crown was stretched so tautly it seemed to Ella that it would surely split. Even in the dim moonlight, she could see a thick vein pulsing as it ran a squiggly path along underside of his cock’s shaft.

  “Hold her tight,” Ben repeated as he took Ella by the ankles. He pulled her toward him a couple inches so she didn’t lean quite so upright against Dirk, then spread her ankles wide apart. He moved over Ella, his chest touching the mounds of her breasts at exactly the same time the crest of his arousal touched the wet entrance to her pussy. He looked into Ella’s eyes and whispered, “You’ll be coming again soon. I promise it.”

  A thousand conflicting emotions went through Ella. A thousand different sensations, each stimulating in its own way, slithered through her body. Dirk continued to hold her wrists, but since she had slumped down in front of him, her wrists were now much higher up her back than earlier. She was aware of a twinge of pain in her shoulders, as well as how her breasts pressed against Ben’s chest. She felt the heat of his erection against her tingling entrance, and though she thought it must surely be a terrible sin, she
waited with anticipation to feel his virility piercing her most intimate flesh. A moment later, as Ben’s lean hips lowered and the unyielding column of his erection forced her delicate, feminine tissue to separate further than ever had before, Ella issued a warbling moan of desire then bit her lip to silence any further sounds of passion.

  “So beautiful,” Ben said as he began rocking his hips back and forth, working his erection into Ella. He pulled his knees beneath him. “The most beautiful woman from Billings to Minneapolis to Kansas City. Without question.”

  Ella closed her eyes. She was afraid that if she allowed Ben to see into her eyes he’d see into her soul, and then he’d know just how desperately she needed this evening, though she didn’t know it herself until she was trapped in the middle of it.

  Her nerve endings seemed heightened to sensation. Everything stimulated her. She was glad Dirk held her wrists. It gave her a sense of bondage, of being involuntarily involved in taboo lust. And Ben’s words, softly but deeply spoken, no doubt well-practiced in countless boudoirs, touched her nearly as intimately as his hands. As a widow of twenty-two, Ella stopped thinking of herself as either young or pretty. She realized the men were awakening in her a new woman, a vital woman of passion.

  She felt Ben opening her blouse. The only way to take her camisole off was to lift it over her head. That meant releasing her wrists and shattering the fragile but wickedly erotic mood of bondage.

  “Look at these,” Ben purred, his hips continuing to rock slowly as he placed his palm over the heavy, rolling mounds of Ella’s breasts, pinching her nipples through the thin cotton lingerie.

  Ella felt a distinct pang of regret that fashion and modesty dictated that she wear a camisole beneath her blouse and jacket. This regret turned into an erotic experience when Ben, with a growl, grabbed the camisole between her breasts and pulled it apart, ripping the garment in half.

  She gasped, shocked at his savagery and immeasurably aroused by his boldness. When he bent over her and captured her left nipple between his lips, she cried out. And when he used his sharp teeth to bite her nipple with just enough force to cause discomfort, Ella groaned, lifted one leg and pointed her toes toward the moon and shuddered through her second climax of the evening as Ben’s big, tireless cock continued its erotic undulations.

  Her eyes were closed when warm lips sealed over hers. Through touch alone, Ella knew it was Ben kissing her this time, not Dirk. The notion that she had her option of men to kiss was surreal enough to very nearly make her climax yet again.

  He pumped his long cock into her with greater force, driving into her until his pelvis slapped moistly against hers. Ella could tell when a man was soon to have his orgasm, and the rational part of her brain knew she should warn him to not climax inside her.

  It was a sobering, sane, logical thought for Ella to have. If she got pregnant, Tim would never marry her. Would he be cruel enough to shame Ella by revealing to the community her promiscuity? Until they were married, she would never let him into her bed. That was understood. But that did not explain her reaction on this evening. And even with her great wealth and her father’s reputation, Ella would be banished from polite circles with an out-of-wedlock pregnancy. Behind her back, people would gossip, and bets would be taken as to who was the father.

  These disquieting thoughts took Ella away from her post-orgasmic pleasure and even away from Ben. But when he speared into her with even greater vigor, thrusting his hips downward to embed his cock more deeply than before, she cast aside unsettling thoughts and concerned herself only with Ben.

  He made a sound then, like that of a leonine roar getting choked off somehow, and after that very last, final plunge, he withdrew completely. His climax was powerful. Hot rivers of cum erupted from him, splattering Ella’s stomach and striking the undersides of her breasts. At the end, only a weak trickle of white cream oozed from his satisfied body.

  “Oh, my!” Ella exclaimed weakly, feeling the semen, warm and slippery, on her skin. She had never seen so much semen in her life. What Ben released was many times what came out of her husband, and she immediately wondered if that was how she managed to remain childless during her marriage.

  Ben leaned away from Ella, sitting on the backs of his boots. His cock glistened with a combination of his juices and hers. He breathed deeply. Perspiration beaded on his forehead and temples.

  Ella felt Dirk’s fingers loosen around her wrist. Very slowly, she brought her hands to her hips. For all practical purposes, she was completely naked with two men she had known for years but men she had never known with any degree of intimacy. And now she lay on the grass between them, what few articles of clothing she had either unbuttoned, ripped to shreds, or wrapped around one leg. She had cum cooling from her stomach to her breasts. Surprisingly, she wasn’t even a little bit embarrassed that the men were looking at her.

  “My God, do you always come this much?” Ella asked softly, running a fingertip over her stomach. Cum pooled in her navel.

  “Sorry. Let me get a towel.”

  Ben rose to his feet, and Ella was once again impressed with his feline grace. “Don’t be sorry,” she said. “I’m just impressed. Impressed and grateful that you didn’t climax inside me.”

  Ben’s usual roguish smile returned as he pulled a towel from the mule’s pack. “No gentlemen would ever come inside a lady. It just isn’t done.” Ella reached for the towel, but Ben kept it from her. “No, I made the mess, so I’ll clean it up.”

  “Clean up’s going to have to wait,” Dirk said, his tone jagged edged with repressed sensuality. “I’ve been about as patient as I’m ever going to be.”

  Grabbing Ella forcefully, he twisted her so that she was on her hands and knees. Pulling at her clothing, he removed her jacket and blouse and the tattered remains of what had been a very pretty chemise. Ella still had her drawers and riding trousers wrapped around her left leg where the knee-high boot created a barrier. It wasn’t a significant obstacle to Dirk’s pleasure.

  As she felt herself yielding to accept his solid manhood, Ella shivered and whispered, “Make me come.” She licked her lips and added, “Again!”

  * * * *

  Kneeling on the riverbank behind Ella, Dirk put one hand on the sweetly rounded curve of her hip and used his other hand to guide the flaring crown of his erection to her pussy. Kissing her, fondling her, watching her take Ben’s cock into her pussy time and time again played unholy hell with Dirk’s lusts. When Ella first squeezed his erection through his trousers, he hadn’t been sure it was intentional. He held her hands behind her back, after all, so her palms would naturally be very near his crotch. But when she squeezed him a second time and then measured the length of his cock with her fingers, Dirk’s passion for her rose to a fever pitch.

  Aware that it wasn’t typical of him to feel so frenzied, Dirk was vaguely annoyed with Ella for her having such a powerful influence over him, for having enchanted him so completely. Despite his great physical strength, her allure made him feel weak in ways he’d rather not consider.

  He paused only a moment to make sure he was properly aligned then placed both hands on Ella’s hips and made a measured invasion. His girth was such that he knew he couldn’t just spear himself inside her without hurting her. The head and several inches of his shaft buried itself within her slick, feminine warmth. She let out a short cry and tossed her head back on her shoulders, sending blond hair flying over her back.

  Dirk groaned low in his throat. It was a rumbling, primitive sound. For all of his expensive schooling, Viking blood still flowed in his veins, and the ancient barbarian warriors whispered instructions in voices only he could hear.

  It took three revolutions of his hips before Dirk buried all of his erection inside Ella. When he reached full insertion, his fingers buried into the flesh of her hips, holding her tightly, his torso pressed against the rounded curves of her ass.

  Seconds passed. Dirk stared down at the voluptuous blonde woman on her knees before him, visua
lly drinking in her beauty. Then, slowly, he began a long retreat. A shiver worked up his spine as he watched the shaft of his cock spreading Ella’s buns as he withdrew from her slick pussy.

  “Oh, God!” Ella sighed softly, her arms shaking beneath her, threatening to collapse at any moment. “You’re just so thick!”

  There was something utterly wanton in the way she whispered the word “thick.” Dirk felt a tingling in his testicles, and he knew then he wouldn’t have his usual sexual stamina. When he retreated until only the very tip of his crown still separated her lips, he paused a moment, waiting, watching, wondering what Ella’s next move would be.

  And then he got his answer.

  She looked over her shoulder up at him and then rocked backward, impaling herself on his unyielding cock. Her moan was an aphrodisiac that went straight into his blood.

  It was all the acquiescence Dirk needed. He grabbed her by the hips again, retreated swiftly, and drove forward with great force. He didn’t stop until the pink lips of her cunt were a tight ring around the shaft of his cock, and his balls were moistened by the slick juices seeping from her.

  Centuries of Viking blood flowed hot and true in Dirk’s veins. He grabbed a handful of Ella’s luxurious blonde hair at the base of her neck and pulled. She gasped when her head snapped up. As he did this, he raised his right hand high and then brought it down hard upon Ella’s naked ass. The sound of his broad palm striking her perspiration-moistened skin echoed through the night air. She gasped again, and it fueled barbarian desires. He pulled her hair and spanked her bottom while his own torso pistoned with machine-like efficiency and fury.

  “Come!” Dirk growled, punctuating the word by thrusting full-length into Ella then giving her hair a firm tug. “Come around my cock!”