I was going to make Ellen mine . . . .
Dinner with Ellen
Ellen’s Saturday
Saturday morning came up and I began to clean and prepare the apt. for Ellen’s visit and dinner. I planned the food, even changed bed linen just in case Ellen and I decided to sleep together tonight . . . . I prepared my clothing. I had one of those dresses that had a size smaller than my real size. It had a combination of cotton and spandex that made it cling to my body. I was dressing up for a passionate conquest. Yes, I was in love and did not care that it was with a woman. I wanted her and I was going to have her. Now the question was if she wanted me. I was going to give this woman no alternative. I would be in a silver platter for her enjoyment. My dress was an easy removal. I would not wear any undergarments. A quick pull up and I was totally naked in front of Ellen. I was ready when at about 4:30 in the PM my doorbell rang. We had really not said any specific hour but this was fine. I opened the door and saw the most beautiful thing there at my doorstep. Ellen had also prepared for conquest. She was wearing one of those spandex athletic shorts and one of those spandex athletic brassieres. She had like a halter top to cover the bra but I could see that it was a loose halter. Her body was accentuated by this type of clothing and she looked awesome. She was a sight to see!! She came inside and we both went for each other. The passion between us had no doubts. We kissed, she pressed me against the wall and I felt her nipples through all that clothing. Hers and mine. That is how hard her nipples were and how muscular Ellen really was. I thought that Ellen also does nipple aerobics. I laughed a little and Ellen asked - what?? Told her my private joke and she laughed . . . a lot. I told her to go to the living room (LR) that I would bring her a goblet of wine and some cheese to munch a bit. She did not release me. She held my hands and made me walk to the kitchen with her. When we got to the kitchen Ellen again kissed me hard. I returned the kiss with the same passion. Our tongues were doing a dance inside our mouths and I was pretty much convinced what I said earlier. Ellen is mine. I am real glad I decided to change the linen on my bed. We were going to have very passionate sex ALL night. We took the wine and cheese and we made it to the LR. Ellen opened her mouth to speak and I said, no, let me start. Ellen, you should have no doubts that I have fallen in love with you. Hard. You should not question my motives for tonight. I really wanted to speak with you and explore this relationship with some logical rational. When I opened the door and saw you I knew that there was no logical rationalization for my love for you. This love I have for you is real and is a feeling that does not require rationalizations. Today I love you immensely. I ask that you try to work this love with me. If you don’t I would suffer . . . a lot. But, no it is not your fault that I have fallen in love with you. Ellen put a finger on my lips and said, Annie, I am also in love with you. Yes I want to be with you. I want to move here with you and make love to you every night of our lives. Ellen continued. I am coming out also of a previous love that after 4 years was not working any more. So, although we may feel in a rebound and hence a weak love, I am convinced that this relationship is good for both of us. I said to Ellen, - regarding moving in I feel that that part we must take a bit slower. I need to see how the girls would react to mami having a new lover and how they would react that the lover was you. I know they like you as a friend of mami. I also need to sound my parents off. It is a lesbian relationship and society does not look well yet at these relationships. I personally could care less what society thinks about us. But other mbers of my family need to know what I want. Right now we can count with the Wednesdays that Mike takes the girls and the week ends he has them. Once we do some ground work, then I would love for you to move in with me. I love you and want to make love to you every night of the rest of our lives. So, unless you want to say something more about lesbianism that you feel is something that is needed to be said, I would love to put that subject in a drawer. I love you and I do not care what society may or may not say about lesbian love. Ellen said that she understood and that she would work with me to acquaint all her family to us. She also said that the days that I would sleep without her would be painful because she also fell hard for me. However, before putting the “L” word in a drawer she wanted to clarify something for me. Lesbianism is a term of the past. Lesbianism is one of those labels that past societies put on the love of same sex, in this case you and me. Lesbianism was a connotation of “wrong”. It was also considered perversion only because the mentality of society was too “religionized”. When in fact, if love is pure what does it has to do with whether is between two same sex individuals. As long as the individuals are OK with it and it is performed like any other sex, behind closed doors, who really gives a hoot. How can you call evil the love I feel for you and the love you feel for me. In the old societies Lesbianism was forbidden by religious misunderstandings. When I was born, my parents did not say, - Oh, what a beautiful Ellen. Let us educate her as a lesbian. I did not go to classes to learn lesbianism. I was not abused by anybody as a child or when growing up. There was nothing strange in my life that put me into lesbianism. As a matter of fact I was in love with a boy and lost my virginity with him on our senior year. We graduated and he went to a University far from our homes. Out of not being close and not having a lot of contact we both fell out of our love. I did not get involved with a woman because men were bad. No, one day in a party and drunk I made love to a girl. The next morning among the haziness of the situation I began exploring my involvement with this girl. It was her first also. We both lived for a while together and we both realized that we loved women. We did not stay together for a long time but we both realized that we had found something about us that was there although not recognized. I began visiting lesbian’s bars And fell in love with one of the girls. A sweet and beautiful girl. Her mother became very ill and she had to move to help her father. Her mother died of cancer and she was devastated. She came back to me but she was in no position of continuing with our love. I tried to keep her but it was very difficult for me and her. We parted very amicable. We still write each other. She is married and with kids. All we do is send Christmas and birthday cards. I fell in love again. This was Toni and this was the last. We broke up and that is that. Now I love you and I want to work real hard for your love. I was really happy that she said all that. I know Ellen wants to assure me that the past is just that, past. And I love her for that. She kissed me again and we went to the kitchen to bring the food and eat. I told her that I have a surprise for her after dinner. So, we ate, clean after, put the dishes in the dishwasher and went to the LR. Ellen was asking for her surprise. I sat her in the couch and kissed her. And I kissed her again and again. Ellen was responding as passionate as myself. We both were getting warm and hot. I am sure that Ellen’s pussy was getting wet because mine was. Then I stood up and asked her if she was ready for her surprise. She said - YEAH, don’t make me suffer more . . . . I grabed the skirt part of the dress and removed it all leaving me naked right there in front of my love. She jumped, grabed me and squeezed me to kiss me with abandon and to kiss my nipples and to move her hands to my pussy and to just make love, no, to have sex with me. I was wanting Ellen’s tongue in my pussy and I was wanting it NOW. I moved her, dragging her to the couch and I laid down. I wanted Ellen to jump at my pussy. But before, in a very quick move, she removed her tops and her breasts became free for me to eat them. Ellen got to my pussy and began the process of eating me. I said something about she being full of food. She said, food yes, your pussy not. And she began doing me. Her tongue traveling all over my pussy. At times on the clit, at times on the labia and at times trying to penetrate me as much as possible. In one of those penetrations I cum. And she ate all my juices. And she said how good the juices tasted. And she spent some more time at my pussy and she was giving me orgasm after orgasm. After the second orgasm I lost count. It seems that they went for ever. She allowed me my aftershocks but she did not stop kissing. She traveled from my pussy to my mouth traveling through my body with kisses and tongue. And my aftershocks were really great!. After a while I stood up, grabed Ellen by a hand and took her upstairs to my bedroom. I put her on the bed, removed her shorts and began to eat her pussy. Again it reminded me of Mike’s comments. Pussy tastes so great that it is a sin not to eat them. This time I think that Ellen’s pussy tasted better. The previous time, last night, there was a bit taste of chemicals from the Jacuzzi. Tonight Ellen’s pussy tasted like the finest elixirs man has made. Oh, God what a GREAT way to end a meal. And we were not done yet. I felt Ellen’s orgasm building. Ellen is one of those women that move a lot while love making. She was electrified. I don’t move as much when having sex. Ellen exploded and I drank all the sex juices coming out of her pussy. I could see that I did a great job eating Ellen. She said so and she thank me for it. I replied that love does not require an expression of thanks. It required just more of it. Ellen said, Annie you are a beautiful romantic. Ellen continued, come up from down there. I want to kiss you and feel your nipples on my breasts. I want you to feel my nipples on your breasts. I forgot to mention that Ellen and I are about the same height so our nipples will touch each other a lot! I did so. Once on the top part of my bed I opened a drawer on a night table and pulled a double headed dildo that Mike bought and he tried to fuck me on my two holes once. Pussy and ass. But the ass part it seems that he did not prepare it well because it hurt a lot. So I have had this dildo hidden in my closet waiting for an occasion. I really did not know what occasion. It seemed a possibility this afternoon when I was preparing for Ellen. But not knowing well yet about lesbianism and dildo fucking, I asked Ellen if it was alright to use this. She basically said that it was a tool to pleasure each other and if I wanted, she would want it too. Both our pussys were getting a bit dry and we needed to moist them up again. Some heavy kisses did the trick. I asked her if she was ready for my fucking her. She said YEAH, I am ready. Are you ready to receive me inside of you?? She retorted. YEAH, I am ready. We sat on the bed facing each other. We came close. Cock close. I penetrated her with one side of the dildo, she penetrated me with the other side. Ellen pushed herself to bury the dildo deeper. By doing this she also buried my half deeper. And our labia was now touching. We sat there motionless but kissing each other very passionately. Between kisses she said, Oh Annie I have been wanting to fuck you for the longest time. But I realized that you needed time to grief over the divorce and I have been waiting patiently for you. Oh, I really wanted to fuck you. I really wanted to feel you in my arms and trbling of orgasms. I wanted to satisfy your sex. I wanted to fuck you, and fuck you and fuck you. Still neither her nor I had move. We were savoring that our pussy’s were filled. And the labias touching. Our nipples were hard and we both were ready for a great fuck. It was an interesting situation. I, figuratively as a man, was fucking my lover. Myself as a woman was being fucked by my lover. Ellen moved first. Slowly. We were both on uncharted territory. I countermoved. I felt the motion inside of me and began realizing that this idea we were going to do it again. The idea is great and producing on me the sensation wanted. Ellen moved a little more brisk and her labia “hit” my labia. I felt the blood rushing to feel my labia. And with every penetrating move I felt more excited. More sexually satisfying. I was moving and Ellen was counter moving on me. We developed a rhythm that was going to take us to our orgasmic explosion. In-out, in-out, in-out. The friction on the walls of my pussy were great. I even think that Ellen was hitting my G spot. I began my orgasm and so did Ellen. The feeling of satisfying Ellen this way I had not felt before. She was fucking me and at the same time I was fucking her. Really, only women with a double headed dildo can experience this sex. We do have more love holes than men. One day I may introduce Ellen to the twins. We could have them and maybe Bob (gym-guy) and I would have three cocks inside of me. Men can not do that. But that is going to be a conversation for later on when our love is more firm. I feel that I am becoming a slut. Well, that is not entirely because of Ellen and my renewed sexual thoughts. Mike started to get me to be a slut in our bed. He is the one that brought all the sex toys, all the porno films, and all the ideas of more aggressive love making. The dildo penetrated us well and we enjoyed a good fuck. After the aftershocks we both fell somewhat tired and we fell bracing each other, very tight and with the dildo in position. We slept. Next morning we woke up and made love again. . . . . This story will continue . . . . . . . .
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