Chapter 2 - Ellie and Randy Carry On
After spending the night, Randy wakes first to the smell of coffee brewing that Ellie had set up the night before. He looks over at Ellie, who is sleeping peacefully on her back, and is impelled by a building passion to refresh his memory of the lush body of the woman who fucked him so well and so aggressively the night before. He lifts the hem of the sheet and draws it down across the spreading and slightly flattened tits, over the central thicket of pubic hair on the wide beam of her hips, finally to reveal the heft of her shapely legs. The loveliness of Ellie's pale white body, completely nude, affects Randy as he watches her breasts rise and fall rhythmically with each quiet breath. He smiles at the thought of last night's wild abandon and the sweet taste of her cunt as he ate her, and his cock was now rising in affirmation.
Randy can no longer resist temptation. He gently puts his mouth to a nipple, suckling, and lightly rests his hand on her mound.
Ellie wakes, stretches and smiles at this most pleasant arousal. "Mmmm, I'm glad you stayed. Your wake-up call is especially sweet."
"You were so lovely and serene in your morning sleep that it made me tingle and want to touch and taste you to make sure you were real . . ."
Ellie, having rolled over to discover Randy's big morning hard-on, grabs it mid-rod and gives it a little tug. "Real," she laughs, "I'm glad to find that this nice one is real! And I think it would be very nice to feel it inside me this morning. But I have to tell you that it'll have to be a quickie because it's Saturday and I work at the post office today. We can't play for long, but we've got an hour or so, and I can't think of a better way to start the day. Last night was so great!"
Rolling over on top of her, he parts her legs with his knee and thigh. He feels with his fingers that she is ready. So wet. He positions himself between her legs, poised for entry, as Ellie draws her knees up to open herself for his complete access.
Randy strongly and steadily enters her all the way. Closing her eyes so that she can concentrate, she feels the flare of the head of his penis enter her vagina, followed by the pleasant sensation of her cunt stretching to accommodate every inch of the lovely big cock invading her canal. He comes to rest deep inside at the door of her cervix and she sighs. She feels his cock growing and pulsing. The strength and sensitivity with which he delivers his long strokes into her vagina make her juices flow even more heavily.
Randy takes his time. Their fucking is heartfelt. The frantic neediness of the night before has been replaced with deliberate care and responsiveness to one another. They seem to be composing a sexual adagio. His deep strokes nudge her G-spot; and, when at the bottom, he grinds himself into her pubis so that her swollen clit gets the massage it needs to bring her over the top. Soon arching and moaning, Ellie comes hard. Randy, already deeply in her cunt, thrusts in even deeper, giving his full length to the gripping waves and shudders of her successive orgasms. As they subside, he picks up the tempo; and within a dozen more strokes he explodes inside her, grunting out his flooding love and moaning her name.
Falling off to his side of the bed, he rests.
"That was soooooooo good!" she coos, giving him a peck on the cheek. "And thank you so much for getting me off first. That was really something."
"You're welcome, Ellie. I haven't had such a satisfying wake-up in what seems like a hundred years, myself."
