Fucking Ellen #3

And now that I know this woman, this keystone of my life, is reading I find myself suddenly constrained; I begin more to see this blog perhaps as others see it, crude, blundering.

But no matter. Here’s one I prepared earlier…

Anyhow, back to Ellen, who I had just come all over; she rubbed my come into her as we lay there recovering awhile before showering. Then we watched a film some, but could not keep our hands off each other, and so soon we were fucking again, an equally long bout, her on top, from the side, behind, standing, missionary; she was just as wet and hot as before -- intoxicating.

As again we lay cuddling and talking after this, I returned to what she’d said over dinner, about a lesbian thing at school. I wanted details. She gave them; they were tame. ‘It was just a kiss on the lips like this’ and she kissed me; a chaste peck.

But, she said, two friends of hers had a more active relationship. This was back at high school, in the somethingth grade. Ellen had gone to the house of one of these friends, and while she was playing a video game they went to the bedroom to make love. She told me she did not realize what the cries of passion coming from their room were – ‘I thought they were playing a video game, like me,’ she said. But she told me, ‘I went to their room and a saw one lying on the bed and the other..’ and here she got between my legs to show me what she meant. ‘She was under a blanket, but I knew then what was happening.’ Ellen told me that the one girl really loved the other, but that in due course the other found a guy, and that this broke the first’s heart. ‘She was walking along the street crying… it was so sad.’

Ellen also told me that later, at university, she had had some more light experience this way. ‘It was cold and we had no heating so we shared a bed… and she had a really beautiful body… I touched her, we touched each other. Just touched, that’s all, but I do think a woman’s body is beautiful.’ I asked the obvious question; would she like to do it again, how would she feel with me and another woman? She told me she thought she would like it, that it would be fun. She said she was not a lesbian, did not want to have sex with the other girl... but that it would be fun. Wild that she is, if I can arrange it I imagine that restraint would be forgotten. And so I have been thinking of getting Mona involved, for she also has expressed some interest that way.

We carried on kissing, cuddling, for which she said ‘Thank you…most guys just go to sleep afterwards’ which again makes me think she is no beginner. I did ask her how she got to be so good at fuck. She told me that she had learned a lot from her long-term boyfriend. ‘At first he was shy and I had to teach him.. but later he taught me. I guess maybe he had experience with other women…’ She also said she had read up on the topic.

And I guess that may be true, for she said to me she’d read that Western guys like large breasts, and was reluctant to believe I liked her rather more petite ones. She then asked, as we lay there cuddling, ‘Do you want me to go?’ for she had also read that the Western causal lover likes it that way. And indeed a few weeks ago I overheard some expat talking about a one-night stand he’d had recently, and how she had stayed overnight. ‘Man, I hate it when they stay,’ he’d said, ‘sure, it means you get another lay in the morning… but I really hate it.’

But I like it, and wanted Ellen to stay, and was glad she did, and touched by her pleasure in it too. So we put the lights out… but our goodnight kisses lingered, and then she went for my ear, and me for her pussy, and I said, ‘You’re going to get me going again’ and she said ‘Me too’; and so we fucked again.

As we went at it I said, `What would your parents say if they could see us now?’ and she laughed the same horrified and amused laughter that other lovers have laughed when I’ve asked them the same question. Chinese parents frequently cannot conceive the fact their daughters are sexually active. This is why so many younger women do live a double life; and that’s one of the reasons guys like me find it easy. Used, already, to hiding their lives from their parents, the additional taboo of casual sex, of fucking a foreigner becomes all the easier to break.

Naturally I was gratified when Ellen said ‘I’ve never done it three times in a row before!’ Indeed, when I offered to come on command the first time she had said ‘Will you be able to do it a second time?’ So obviously she’s had some low quality lovers. Among them, a brief boyfriend after the long term guy. ‘But every time his cock touched my pussy, he came’ she told me. ‘So it only lasted a couple of months.’ I could not keep from laughing to hear of this useless guy, at which she gave me a playful punch.

As we talked after this bout, she told me, ‘I knew when I said I’d come home with you that we’d have sex.’ I knew when she sent me her picture a few days before this that we’d have sex – but of course was not so crude as to tell her.

Waking with her in my arms the next morning was a delight, and her body next to mine, imbued as it now was with the memories of the previous night’s passion, I began to stroke and caress her, kiss her awake, stoke her body towards last night’s pitch, her wild passion, her sheer joy to fuck. She responded with equal ardor, going down on me, taking me in her mouth with an eagerness that is rather rare here. And after we had made love this time she showered and went home, leaving me a dreamy morning of reveries.