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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Eleanor and William: The Plot (MF, rom, inc, 1st) by Gentlerain (smoky7@peoplepc.com) *** His revenge for the rape of his sister is complete. *** Bill woke the next morning to the pleasant feeling of a slight tickling sensation on his bare member. Ellie was there leaning over him dragging her long lavish hair back and forth across his body an impish smile on her face. "Good morning lover, did you sleep well William?" she asked. "Yes Ellie, except for the dream, a lusty female used me, over and over again, nearly exhausting me, then she hosed me down with warm water and later chained me to her bed," smiling as he spoke. "Hmm, this could be an indication of deep physiological problems, I wonder, should I examine you William," grinning as she spoke. "Oh please, would you, but you're to kind aunt Ellie," laughing. Laughing, she lightly slapped his hip, and William feigned an injured cry and flinch of his body. With his best, injured, I am hurt look, he said, "I believe they refer to that as child abuse Ellie." He was laughing again as he spoke. "William you're horrible, you tease," she said as swept low to plant a warm kiss on his cool lips. She let her hand roam to find his semi erect member, and gave him a tender loving squeeze before rising from the bed. "I have made mocha for you lover, would you like some breakfast this morning Bill," she asked. "No Ellie, but a piece of toast would be nice," he told her. She stood against the light, streaming through the balcony doors, and every delicious curve of her body was highlighted for his inspection. She was wearing a one piece, sheer baby doll affair of burnt orange, it's rich color lay splendidly against her light tan. He could clearly see the curvaceous puff of her sweet mound and couldn't wait to taste that delectable spice again. "Ellie, you must be the most beautiful and elegant woman in the world," he told her, as his eyes caressed the gentle lines of her body. She smiled and giggled again, "Thank you for thinking so William." He could see from the glow in her face she was pleased as he rose from the bed. He kicked off his shorts, and moved toward her completely naked, his now stiff member swaying heavily as he advanced. With his hands behind her head, he drew her face to his lips and found the sweetness of her mouth. He slipped his hardness between her legs and moved slightly forward eliciting a soft moan from deep in her. She kissed him back even as a warm flush of desire blushed her lovely body, leaving her heated and weak. Bill swept Eleanor up in his arms carried her to the bed and tossed her in the middle. The little night garment had wound up around her waste exposing her completely. Bill grabbed her wrist holding them to the bed, as he positioned himself with his flinching member between her legs. "Oh no! is it rape again William?" she teased. "And more, sweet, sweet, Ellie," he answered. He began a slow movement against her body, his hot cock in direct contact with her hard clit. She struggled to free her hands, to facilitate her physical expressions of passion, but William would have none of this. Yet her very movements as she struggled, only increased those beautiful sensations, that now compounded her wetness. He continued until he could sense both her urgency and her frustration. "William, please dear, put it in me, I'm ready, believe me love," she polity told him. "But dear... sweet... Ellie, you're not nearly ready yet," he said, as he raised his mouth from her hard nipples. The junction between her legs now sopping. "She looked at him with fire in her green eyes," and said. "You mean to make me beg then," she asked? "I do indeed my precious nymph, like a common whore," he told her. "I won't you know," she replied smugly. "Oh... but precious, you will indeed beg, intently," he told her, before moving his mouth to her mound. William dipped the tip, of his hot tongue into the valley of her vulva, and lightly began to probe, the warm spicy garden of her fertile triangle. Still holding her wrist, he made long steady lapping strokes, from her vagina to her clit, periodically biting lightly at her outer lips as he went. She was beginning to quiver now and make those sweet little cooing sounds, he loved to hear. "When you're pleased to have me mount you, you know what needs to be done," he told her mockingly, after a few more moments had passed. She was arching against his face, her body shaking as she spoke, "William please, for Gods sake, fuck me... please!" "In a moment Ellie, when I'm finished here love," he told her sternly. The sensation of his mouth on her organ was maddening, "The bastard was deliberately frustrating her," she knew. But, oh God, it did feel so wonderful, all she wanted now, was to feel him fill her, feel him fuck her savagely. She knew that she would do whatever he asked to achieve satisfaction, she had become the slut of her rapist, but she didn't care. She had experienced more passion, and genuine human emotion, over the last 24 hours than she had in years. She was alive again, and would do whatever was necessary to remain that way, and to keep her William at her side. The heat inside her consuming her mind, she ached between her legs, her entire body, spirit, and mind, trembled for release, "she would beg she thought, gladly." "Fuck me William, fuck me like the slut I am! Use me as the whore you want me to be, please Bill, make me come, I'll do anything for you baby... anything... just help me!" she pleaded. He knew she was ready now, rolling off of her, he rolled her to her side, in front of him. He raised her top leg slightly to gain access to her passageway, and began to enter her from behind. Before he had completely penetrated her body, she cried out, shaking her head, as she ripped at the bed sheets with her nails. She lay there quivering against him, as the tremors softly subsided in her sated flesh. When the storm had stilled it's raging breath, and awareness returned, she moved to face him, with tears in her eyes, she kissed him gently on the mouth, repeatedly as she lightly stroked the side of his neck with her nails. She lay as close to him as she could, whispering terms of endearment in is ear, and telling him once again she loved him. She moved to her back, and smiled up at him, as she held out her arms. With her long, graceful legs, opened up to accommodate her lovers body, her feet flat on the bed, she reached down and guided his hot member to her dewy opening. She cried out with the suddenness of his entry, but not by reason of pain. It was incredible to her, that her body was ready to go off again this soon, she sensed from her bodies stirring it would not take long. The feel of Ellie's hot cunt on his hard cock thrilled William to the depths of his soul. Her Vaginal passage swollen with blood from her orgasm was much softer and pliable than normal, his movements in her made him tingle all along his shaft. Eleanor was flicking his nipple with her sharp nail sending intense little lightening bolts directly to his cock, building the sexual energy in his sac, and taking him to verge of eruption. He was pounding her relentlessly now, his beast temporarily in control. The forceful battering of his thrust set Ellie free from the mundane physical realm, she watched from somewhere outside, as she exploded in a frenzy of movement and sound, as both thunder and wind tore through her body, purifying, and cooling her. She didn't know how many times she came, she only knew she had never been fucked like this before, never in her life came with such unrestrained intensity. "How could William know how to do this," she thought. Looking up she asked him, "When you come William, please try to keep your eyes open, I want to watch," her voice gentle with her request. Then she reached behind him, and slowly with deliberation, drug one sharp nail across his anal opening. The shock of her movement drove poor William into her with such ferocity, that her head was driven upward into her pillows, and her breast rocked sharply. William had been perched precariously on a high craggy cleft, over a long endless valley, and it was her hand that had pushed him over the edge. He was taken completely by surprise and began to empty his fluids into Eleanor's tiny opening. With each thundering stroke a mighty gush of hot liquid spilled into her soft sex. But even with the intensity of his ejaculation, he retained enough presence of mind to fulfill his lover's request, and never shut his eyes. Eleanor felt his first powerful spasm, rip through his body like a lightening bolt. Slaying his awareness, and leaving only, that pure, primal animalistic drive to complete. She felt the first wave of intense heat fill her cavity, the power and heat of that first jetting stream nearly took her breath away. As she watched his face, she could suddenly see in those exceedingly bright blue pools, everything about her young lover she wanted to know. For in those turbulent waves of blue, was held the tale of a young man's sorrow, his love, hopes, and yes, even the innocence he had lavished on her. He was hers now, she knew that. They had mated and they were bound, in spirit anyway, if not in the letter of the law, they were one. The knowledge of it filled her with an indescribable joy, and gave her a deep sense of completeness she had not felt before. William rolled to his side and laid down when finished. Ellie followed and as he reclined, she gently cleaned, her fluids and his, from his softening cock with her mouth, head lowered like a servant for her master. "And wasn't she," she thought, held captive by her love, restrained by her own need. No matter, it was a tender act of love, not of servitude, for his young heart was innocent, and felt only awe, wonder, and love when he looked at her. She knew these things, as only a woman in love can know them, through the eyes of her heart, and radiance of her emotions. She stood beside the bed, after letting him recoup, admiring the well cut lean body of her handsome nephew. She was unconcerned with what he had done to her last night, she was glad now that he had come. She was hopelessly in love with him, she knew that one day some lovely young girl would take him from her. Though still distant from here, how she already dreaded that event. She would finish William, teach him the ways of this world, give him a fine career. When the parting came he would be a man, well able to fend for himself, and the ones he loved. She would do that for William, and she would always be there for him, no matter what. "Rouse yourself tiger, I need to feed you," she said, as she took hold of his hand and tugged. "I could eat a horse Ellie," he told her smiling, as he sat up. Then he wrapped his arms around her middle drawing her to him. He placed the side of his face on her chest and hugged her. As she stroked his locks of auburn and smiled. She made him simple eggs, basted in butter and white wine, with the smallest hand full of tomatoes, and smoked bacon fragments, dark toast, and of course his much loved mocha. She smiled inwardly as she watched him wolf down his modest breakfast. When he noticed her watching, he looked away, his cheeks flamed, embarrassed by the ravenous culinary orgy, he had displayed in her presence. "You're a wonderful cook Ellie," he told her with a wide sheepish grin. She moved behind his chair, kissed the top of his head and gently massaged his shoulders and chest. She loved the feel of his lean body beneath her hands, the smell of him in her nostrils. As she caressed his body she felt him reach around and lightly stroke her thigh. "John will be home Monday evening, I think it best, that we confront him together," she told him as she continued to run her hands over him. "I want him to know you've had me, that I begged you to fuck me, even before you raped me on the table. I want to strip him of his pride, and leave his ego a smoldering, dead, useless thing." "God Ellie, I'm glad you love me," he told her laughing. They rehearsed what would be said, when John returned home and relaxed together, for a time. They fucked several times over the weekend, and Eleanor even took her young man to diner, they had a wonderful time together. They stopped by his house once to check up on Sara who was still mostly non responsive, but at least, dressing and feeding herself now. Monday arrived all to soon and when John returned home Bill was comfortably reposed, at the great oak dinning table, his shirt open at the top. Ellie was in the galley getting them both a cold beer. She had dressed in the loveliest blue dress she owned, very short, it was clinging tightly to her curvaceous round hips, and came extremely low over her full mature breast. "Well hello Bill, didn't expect to see you here today," he said as he saw Bill sitting there. "Hello John, how was your trip?" Ellie asked as she walked in with the beverages. "Oh it went, about, as I expected," he told her. "So Bill, what brings you over this way, been awhile since we've had the pleasure of your company," he asked, his eyes narrow and suspicious. "Actually, uncle John, I came over Friday evening to rape your wife, and did such a marvelous job of it, that she's asked me to stay on. She's been an excellent hostess, and been very attentive to my every need, I'm quite taken with her uncle John, she's such a hot little slut," he told him, a mocking sneer on his lips. "What? You didn't," he said in disbelief. "Oh, but he did John, he beat my ass painfully after I resisted, then taunted me with his tongue, taking me to edge of madness. He worked so long on my body, that I shamelessly begged him to fuck me, promising to do anything for him he if he did. I even sucked his cock, John, it's a huge wonderful organ our William has." She spoke as she seated herself in Williams lap, her dress high on her shapely legs, her limbs only slightly parted. "I came screaming John, I don't even know for sure, how many orgasm's I attained. I whimpered, moaned, and cried, like a common whore, and have never been so fulfilled in my life. I can't wait to do it again!" she told him. "You bitch, you fucked your own nephew?" His tone was accusatorial, and his eyes narrow with hate. "Yes uncle John, she most assuredly did, numerous times this weekend. She's a very loving and sensitive woman, and owns an entire sea full, of boiling passion. She even swallowed my come John, she surrendered her body, will, and love to me." Bill spoke as his hand slid up Ellie's dress finding her mound, where Bill began to gently manipulate her sex as her husband looked on. John's eyes filled with lust as watched William, rubbing his wife's heated mound, it both enraged and excited him. "I have found Eleanor to be a healthy sexual animal John, which leaves me somewhat perplexed. It's difficult for me to understand, why a man with a mate like yours, would feel the need to rape my helpless little sister. I was wondering if you might shed some light on that for me John." "She threw it out me that's why, like a slut!" he said angrily. Eleanor jumped to her feet, "You lying cock sucker!" she hissed, as she advanced, like a lion about to pounce. The fires of hell itself raged behind her green eyes, dramatically elevating both their color and brightness. Her words were hurled at him like small sharp daggers as she spoke, her voice dripping venom. "Sara, wouldn't know how to tease, you bastard! You're finished here John, we won't prosecute you because we want to spare Sara the humiliation and publicity. But if you attempt to fuck with me in any way, I'll completely ruin you John." She was enraged to the point of trembling, with no remorse and no fear showing. As John turned to leave, William said, "I want you to remember as you're out there looking for companionship in the days ahead, that I'll be here, using my tongue and cock, on your beautiful Eleanor. Enjoying the rapturous oratory of her orgasm's, inhaling the sweet spicy odor, of her wet heat, and enjoying myself immensely, in your bed. "Fuck you William," and with that he left. "The low life bastard," Ellie breathed as he left. "I'd say his ego had been rocked Ellie." Eleanor returned to William's lap, they sipped their beer and made plans for themselves. Then all at once, Ellie asked him the strangest question. "William, did you ever fantasize about me before Friday?" "Yes Ellie, I did, and felt terribly guilty about it after I masturbated," he told her, with crimson cheeks aglow, and wide smile. I caught a glimpse of your bare breast once, and couldn't sleep for three night's after. "Oh, that's so wicked Bill, and very sweet," she told him, with a giggle. "Was that the only time William," she asked him with a low sultry pitch? "No," he replied. "Well then," she prodded. "Ellie I couldn't, it's to embarrassing," he told her. "Yes I know you're shy," I will season and temper the manhood I gave you beyond that, later. "Please share with me William," she pleaded softly. He looked up at her, looking and sounding so much like a curious teenage girl. He knew then, he would never be able resist her, she would melt him at will, anytime she pleased. "I was thirteen," he began. "Mom had sent me with the page from a catalogue, on it a beautiful fur coat was advertised on sale. I stormed through your front door without even knocking. I ran into the kitchen, which was empty, and then into your living room, it was there that I found you. You had lain down and drifted off to sleep, you looked beautiful laying there, you wore a light floral dress. Your legs were up at the knees and the dress had slide completely down your thigh, you had the loveliest pair of bright blue satin panties on. I stood there in awe, yours where the first real bare legs I had ever seen. I stood there looking at you wanting to put my hand on those slick panties, but didn't. in a moment or two you stirred, scaring the heck out of me and I ran out, with my hard on. I never forgot that day or the bright blue panties." She had been watching him intently, and when he finished, she had a smile on her lips. She placed her arms around his neck, looked into his bright blues and softly kissed his mouth. "Thank you Bill, for telling me, I loved the story," she told him. There is someplace I want to take you next weekend, about an hour from here. You'll drive, and we will be a couple that evening, some one I have had business dealings with in the past, has a very exclusive private club, I want you to go there with me. "Sure Ellie, I would going out on a date with you," as he smiled. "You should probably go check on our Sara. I won't be able to see you again until Friday Bill, and I will miss you," she said. They stood at the doorway kissing, their hands seeking the last warmth from each other. Not really wanting to part, lingering until the very last possible moment. Eleanor, her teeth teasing his ear lob again, whispered, "I love you William, as I have never loved another, thank you for this weekend." "I Love you Ellie, and their has never been another," he told her. See you next weekend. She watched him as he turned and walked away, saw him turn around once, pause, then wave goodbye. She knew then, she would do anything to keep him, no matter what it took. She would hold him as long as she could, he made her life rich again. William turned and looked back at Ellie, before the darkness completely engulfed him. She was beautiful standing there, a glow on her face, and a hint of sadness in her green eyes, that he didn't understand. He turned, and passed into the darkness, guided by the light of those stirring stars above, a smile on his face, and a glow in his spirit. Continued in The Club. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. 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