Eating Elise Pt 02

Thanks for all the constructive feedback on what I thought would be a one chapter story. You got my wheels turning, so here's Eating Elise Part 2. For everyone who wanted a conversation between Leslie and Elise, you got it. And, we will learn what Leslie's personal agenda is for her and our sweet Elise.

It is told from the third person point of view, instead of Marty's point of view, to get into the minds of our characters Leslie and Elise. The name of the character who is the focal point of each section appears at the beginning of the section.

Please keep the comments coming as they help me craft future chapters of this story and new stories as well.

Enjoy! --Dani

All characters are fictional and over the age of 18. The events in this narrative are pure fiction and are intended to explore sexual fantasies while intentionally not addressing the potential real life consequences of such acts.

Elise

Elise was fast asleep, naked and nestled deep in the flannel sheets and down comforter of Leslie and Marty Graham's king sized bed. The room was silent. The earth outside was covered in a thick blanket of fresh snow.

Marty was not in bed. The aroma of freshly cooked bacon wafted into the bedroom from the kitchen below. She brought her right thigh out over the comforter and laid on her side clutching her pillow, relishing the semi conscious state that could be drawn out and enjoyed only on weekend mornings.

The events of the previous evening weaved in out of her mind. She smiled to herself, having successfully initiated an encounter with a man nearly twice her age, and having been completely undone by his tongue and his cock--in that order. He was gentle and loving but also passionate and lustful. Every moment was unforgettable. But even in her current state of near slumber, she knew she wanted him again. She wanted more.

As her desire began to build, her phone started vibrating next to her on the nightstand. Elise's heart skipped a beat when she saw the screen.

It was Mrs. Leslie Graham calling.

Leslie

Leslie had just texted Marty the news that she wouldn't be home for another 24 hours at least. She could have ended his "hall pass" and dismissed 18 year-old Elise from her marriage bed and back to her cold, empty house. But she refrained. In fact, ejecting Elise was the furthest thought from her mind.

What was in the forefront of her mind were the details--the fine details--of Marty and Elise's evening.

She didn't press Marty for too much information in her morning texts, but it was clear that he accomplished his goal, or better stated, Elise's goal of having an orgasm through oral sex. And as Leslie predicted, Marty performing oral sex on Elise set the stage for Marty getting some pretty great oral sex himself and ultimately fucking Elise in their bed--in a least one position: Cowgirl!

That means Elise must have been completely comfortable telling Marty what she wanted not only with oral sex but with straight sex as well since she was in control riding his cock until they both had what were likely mind blowing orgasms.

It was time to talk to Elise.

Leslie and Elise had exchanged numbers a few years ago at the urging of Elise's mother, in case of emergency. Leslie thought about texting her but figured a phone call would be best. Sometimes context could be lost in texts.

Leslie hit Elise's number and heard the line ringing on the other end.

"Hello, this is Elise." Her voice was soft, nearly a whisper, as if Leslie didn't know she had spent the night with Marty and was waking up in her bed.

"Elise. This is Leslie Graham. Good morning." She sounded very formal, unintentionally--well maybe a bit intentionally. Might as well give a rise to the little slut, right?

Elise cleared her throat. "Good morning, Mrs. Graham." She sounded guarded, measuring each word as it came from her lips. The reality sunk in that on the other end of the phone line was the wife of the man who, less than 12 hours ago, fucked two of her holes. In fact, remnants of his sterile ejaculate were still pooled in some of the deepest recesses of her vagina.

Had Marty not had that vasectomy (and Elise not been on the pill), at that moment, sperm would have been swimming their way up her tubes to create a very real consequence of their night of passion. But thanks to the miracles of modern medicine and surgery, none of that would happen.

"How are you this morning, Elise?" Leslie asked.

"I'm.....fine, ma'am. Thank you. How are you?" The small talk was unbearable.

"I'm well. Stuck in a crappy hotel but otherwise, I am ok. I trust your night was better than mine?"

There was a pause that seemed like an eternity for both women.

'Yes, ma'am....Mrs. Graham."

"Elise, you know that I gave Marty the green light to be with you last night, correct?"

"Yes....Mrs. Graham. He told me. Ummm....Thank you." There was another dreadfully long pause. "I'm....I'm sorry....I shouldn't. have...." She sounded remorseful and repentant.

Leslie cut her off. "Elise, don't apologize. You felt comfortable with Mr. Graham....comfortable with talking to an older man who you've known forever, talking about your sexual needs. It's impressive really, honey." Calling her "honey" seemed heavy handed but oddly appropriate.

"Thank you," Elise answered. "But now I realize I was asking him to .... cheat.......and I would never.....could never....but I did, and I am so sorry. I'm so sorry, Mrs. Graham." Elsie became tearful.

"Elise, let's call me Leslie from now on, ok?"

"Yes, ok. Thank you, ma'am, I mean Leslie."

"Elise, guilt is a choice. So I can't make you not feel guilty. But as much as I can, I want to try to absolve you from it. Mr. Graham would not have taken you to our bedroom if I wasn't ok with it. Believe me. He's a loving, dedicated husband. This is on me, to a great extent, because I acknowledged your frustration and did not want to minimize it. I thought this was kind of a 'perfect storm,' pardon the pun, to give you what you desired. It was a one time thing.....well kind of," Leslie admitted.

"Kind of, Mrs. Graham? I mean, Leslie?"

"Yes, I guess he hasn't spoken to you yet this morning? " Leslie asked.

"No, I've been asleep. I think he's downstairs making breakfast."

"Right, well, I won't be home until tomorrow. So, I extended his--your-- 'hall pass' for another day, if you want it, of course."

"Oh......ok," Elise's voice was barely audible again.

"So Elise, let me ask you: Do you want to be with Marty again?"

"Mrs. Graham.....Leslie.....I'm......umm...." Elise was stammering.

"Honey, take a deep breath. If you don't know, it's fine. But if you do, just tell me. Do you want to be intimate with Marty today?"

"......Yes......please...." Her voice was a faint whisper. Elise's cheeks flushed, realizing she was telling Leslie that she wanted to be with her husband again.

"Honey, it's totally fine. I want you to be with him too. You'll be more relaxed today--both of you will be. If last night was incredible, today and tonight will be out of this world, I'm sure."

"Thank you, Mrs.....Leslie. Thank you, Leslie."

"You're welcome. May I ask a personal question, Elise, even more personal than what I've asked you so far?"

"Yes, of course. Please...."

"Is there anything you'd like to do with him....anything that maybe you haven't done yet? If you don't feel comfortable answering, then don't. I just am happy to smooth the path for you. This is your opportunity, but you could also just ask Marty directly, of course. So, what are your thoughts?"

Elise cleared her throat again. "Yes, well, there is something."

"Are you comfortable sharing?" Leslie asked.

"Yes, Leslie." Elise took a breath. "I want him to cum.....cum like I did last night. I want to make him cum with my tongue."

Leslie played dumb, knowing the answer to the question she was about to ask.

"You didn't give him oral sex last night?" Leslie asked.

"Well, yes, a little....just for a minute or two. He was close to finishing, and, well...."

"Well, what, Elise? It's ok. You can be honest. Just tell me."

"Things got really intense, Mrs., I mean, Leslie. I just wanted.....wanted him inside me. I wanted him to fuck me, to take me any way he wanted. So I took him out of my mouth and told him....begged him to fuck me." Elise became somewhat breathless as she spoke.

"And what did he do next, honey?" Leslie noticed a fire in her pelvis and became wet while Elise started to recount getting plowed by her husband.

"He gently turned me around so that I was facing away from him." Elise's breathing was ragged and heavy over the phone.

"He fucked me, from behind. It......was soooo good, so good."

Leslie's fingers trailed down her abdomen and under the front of her panties as she imagined the young bombshell getting fucked relentlessly from behind by Marty's huge member. Leslie's fingers found her own clit. She massaged her nub intensely as she pictured Marty filling Elise, steadying her hips as he stretched her tight pussy.

Leslie tried to hold it together. She was hanging on Elise's every word but didn't want her to have the slightest inkling that she was getting off during the conversation.

"And then, Elise," Leslie asked, "You came? He came?"

Elise softly cleared her throat, growing more comfortable (and more aroused) while relating the narrative to Leslie.

"Things got even more intense. I became more, desirous, Leslie. I told him that I wanted to ride him."

"And did you....ride him?" Leslie knew the answer to this question too, of course.

"Yes," Elise answered. "I climbed on top and, and I rode him. I rode his cock."

Leslie nearly came at Elise's words. Her mind's eye raced to Elise riding Marty, her head tilted back as she ran her fingers through her hair in ecstasy as Marty's hands enveloped her heaving breasts.

"What happened next, Elise?" Leslie was struggling to keep her breathing appear somewhat normal as she rocketed toward her climax. She worked her tender bead at the apex of her clit with her right thumb under her soaked panties while fucking her syrupy hole with her second and third fingers.

"I rode him and he also started to thrust up into me. His hands were on my breasts and then on my hips again.....it was so....fucking...intense. We both came...so..so...hard."

Leslie imagined their bodies tensing as their mutual climax built, Marty holding Elise's hips and thrusting into her from below while she continued to grind his cock until he flooded her tight walls with his hot cum. She would feel its warmth up to her navel before collapsing on him, pummeled by her second orgasm of the evening.

Leslie reached the point of no return as she imagined Elise and Marty cumming in unison. She placed the call on mute, gasped and then screamed into her cheap, board like pillow, cumming by herself in her hotel room hundreds of miles away from Elise and Marty.

"Mrs. Graham? Leslie?" Is everything ok?" Elise asked.

Leslie took the call off mute and tried to regain her composure, her orgasm still rippling through her body.

"Yes, Elise. I'm fine. Thank you." She cleared her throat and took a sip of water.

"So, tell me again what you would like to do with Marty today...this morning."

"I want him to cum with my tongue," Elise said, sounding rather confident.

"You want to blow him again and finish him with your mouth."

"Yes," Elise answered.

"Ok. Will you swallow? Best to know before you go down there, so to speak."

"What does he like? I want to do what he wants."

"Well, you could ask him of course. But to be honest, if you're doing it right, he won't be able to answer. Are you comfortable swallowing?"

"Yes, Leslie. If that is ok with you. Are you ok with your husband cumming in my mouth and me swallowing?"

"Yes, Elise. I am. There will be a lot. So be warned. By the way, he'll love it too."

"Did Marty leave you anything to wear?"

"Yes, it looks like a pair of pajamas--your pajamas--are on the nightstand.

"Good. He probably left a new toothbrush in the bathroom too. He's a detail guy."

"Yes, Leslie. Thank you."

"Elise, have some breakfast with Marty and then, well, I think you know what to do. Or, better yet, have your own breakfast first, if you get my drift."

"Yes, Leslie." Elise giggled softly.

"Text or call me later, ok? Or if you need anything or want to talk, ok?"

"Yes. Thank you Leslie. Good-bye."

Leslie hung up the phone.

Elise

Elise rose from the bed and picked up the cozy pink cotton pajamas left for her on the nightstand. A rush of goosebumps enveloped her naked body as she emerged from the warm confines of the sleigh bed. She slipped into the bathroom and indeed found a fresh toothbrush by the "her" side of the bathroom vanity. A pair of cozy socks sat next to the toothbrush. She brushed her teeth, donned the pajamas and socks and headed downstairs.

A jolt of confidence surged through her as she exited the bedroom and started down the stairs.

'Fuck it," she thought. "If this hall pass is real, I'm all in. I'm Marty's lover this weekend."

Marty was busy making pancakes as Elise arrived in the kitchen. She looked adorable in Leslie's PJ's.

"Hi! Good morning, Mr. Graham!"

You could have knocked Marty Graham over with a feather as he stood in his kitchen making breakfast for Elise Palmer, who, 15 hours ago, was quite literally the girl next door, or rather, the daughter of the girl next door. This morning, she was far more and would remain so for one more day. He watched as his 18 year-old lover strolled into the kitchen like it was hers, and for this weekend, it was. He loved every bit of it.

They embraced and shared a deep kiss. Elise's hands slipped under Marty's t-shirt and took in his toned abdominals and pectorals. Marty moaned as Elise's small, soft hands explored his torso. His erection formed briskly, making its way between their close bodies.

She broke their kiss and breathed in his ear.

"Mr. Graham, I feel like I need to apologize."

"Apologize for what, Elise?" Marty asked, dumbfounded.

"For not making you cum......with my tongue....with my mouth."

Marty smirked. "That's not what last night was about, Elise. It was about you, and at the end, about us."

They kissed again. Between kisses, Marty interjected, "Mrs. Graham won't be home until tomorrow. She extended my 'hall pass.'"

"Yes, she called me." Elise started to drop to her knees, kissing Marty's chest over his t-shirt.

"Oh, I didn't realize," Marty said, enjoying the site and feeling of Elise's body sliding down him.

"Want to know what I want to do first on day 2 of the hall pass, Mr. Graham?"

Marty swallowed hard, his breaths starting to quicken as Elise's lips traced the contour of his fresh hard on through his cotton pajamas.

"What would that be, Elise?"

Elise undid the drawstring of the pajama pants and let them fall to his ankles. Her lips took the same journey they took moments before, but now over the tense athletic material of his briefs.

"Breakfast," she said looking up at him with a devilish grin.

"It's on the griddle as we speak, Elise."

"Later," she said, tugging at his waist band and bringing his briefs down, his cock now encumbered and millimeters from Elise's soft red lips.

Elise looked up at Marty while placing a delicate kiss on his frenulum, just under opening of his cock. "Last night I came on your face. How about you cum in mine today?"

Marty's cock twitched in front of Elise's cock hungry face as he listened to her sultry words. Pleasure flooded through his body as Elise's lips parted over his engorged mushroom tip. He reached under her (Leslie's) unbuttoned pajama top and ran his hands along her smooth, tanned shoulders. Her lips met the cropped pubic hair at his base. She then withdrew slowly while her tongue coursed back and forth along the underside of his cock.

Marty let out a disorganized stream of moans and expletives as this gorgeous young woman worked his cock. She fucked his cock slowly with her mouth-as she did did the night before--and tickled his balls with her fingers.

After a few minutes of slow, deep fellatio, she withdrew completely and rose to meet Marty eye to eye.

"On the island," she commanded. Marty complied immediately, sitting his bare buttocks on the edge of the kitchen island granite. Elise gently pushed his torso back so that he was resting on his elbows. His cock was arrow straight, purple, and oozing precum. She kicked his pajama bottoms and briefs off his ankles, allowing his legs to spread wide, giving Elise full and easy access to his leaking slab.

What followed next was anything but slow and controlled. Instead, Elise let loose a relentless combination of head bobbing, slurping, tongue swirling and moaning over Marty's cock. His head fell back, within inches of the sizzling griddle where breakfast was cooking away while Elise had her own breakfast. Her hands traveled from his groin to his chest, squeezing his nipples as she deep throated him, sending him into a crushing climax.

'Elise, I'm gonna cum!" he moaned, his breath ragged. She kept up her pace as he exploded into her cute little mouth. Waves of his hot cum painted the back of her throat. She swallowed again and again, taking in every drop of his ejaculate until his balls were empty and he collapsed on his back on the island, breathless and limp.

Elise climbed on top of her conquest. Marty looked up at her and smiled just before their lips met. He tasted his salty semen on her tongue as his hands covered her back and flanks. She broke their kiss and looked him in the eye.

"Hungry, Marty?" she asked. That was the first time she called him Marty. "I'm famished!"

Leslie

Leslie closed her eyes in her cold, firm hotel room bed and once more allowed herself the fantasy of imagining Elise and Marty in their king sized sleigh bed.

She didn't ask for the details of Marty eating Elise from either of them, so she would let her mind wander.....

She pictured the duvet pulled down to the foot of the bed. The surface of the pristine white flannel top sheet was perfectly smooth save for the small dimples created by the knees and toes of Marty and Elise as they knelt facing each other in the center of the bed. Leslie and Marty would always start facing each other. Their foreplay was predictable and brief but effective.

Leslie imagined that he took his time with sweet Elise, being painfully cautious at first, seeking her consent for his every action. She imagined his lips parting over Elise's soft upper lip as he nibbled, his hands disappearing under her innocent little skirt. She could imagine no softer or fairer skin than that of Elise's thighs.

Once her panties were soaked with anticipation, he would lay her down. Keeping her clothed so as to not make her completely vulnerable, he lifted her skirt up over her navel before his fingers tugged at her panties, slowly gliding them over her ass, thighs, and legs. Her cheerleader legs would be parallel and straight up in the air as he pulled the sopping underwear over her ankles and placed them beside her.

He would then make love to each of her gorgeous legs, caressing, kissing, tasting, licking, her tan skin before finally arriving at her sex. He would pause for a moment to admire her smoothly shaved mound and to be overwhelmed by her musk before tasting her delicious pussy for the first time.

Her torso would rise off the sheets as his tongue tasted by her velvety lips and walls. Leslie imagined her husband devouring Elise's pussy, fucking her with his tongue and fingers and finding her G spot--an invaluable skill he possessed. Once found, he would bring her to orgasm like a conductor of a symphony, knowing how and when to bring each element into the piece, as her orgasm welled up and ultimately pummeled every nerve ending in her entire body.