Eating Elise

This chapter actually precedes Eating Elise Pt. 4 chronologically, if you're following the plot arc closely. As such, the events in this chapter occur before Elise and Leslie's phone encounter. There was a submission error on my part. Enjoy!

--Dani

All characters are fictional and over the age of 18.

Elise proved to be an exceptional lover. After making Marty come on his kitchen island and efficiently gulping down each surge of his climax, he and Elise sat at the Graham family kitchen table and feasted on hotcakes served with a dollop of golden butter and plentiful maple syrup, giggling abut how their planned dinner last night was usurped by their activities in Marty and Leslie Graham's marriage bed. Slumber came on fast for each after their exploits and kept them nestled under the warm comforter well until the next morning.

The world outside remained under a heavy blanket of snow. The hum of a few snowblowers from neighbors' driveways broke the otherwise tranquil silence of a suburban hamlet the day after an unprecedented blizzard.

Elise looked irresistible in Leslie's red flannel pajamas. The v-neck top shifted from side to side as she talked about her folks, senior year, cheerleading and all the other trappings on her near 19 year-old life. Marty enjoyed seeing her light tan shoulders exposed as the top shifted on her torso, as if it knew the pleasure Marty was taking as it reveal a little more of her as her monologue became more animated. Marty still couldn't fathom that this gorgeous young woman was sitting at his kitchen table.

He briefly entertained what her parents, Diane and Pete Palmer, would think of what happened between Marty and their daughter last night. His mind wandered to he and Elise facing each other on the king sized bed, his hands busy under her short tartan skirt while he placed soft kisses on her exposed shoulders. Then, Elise laid out before him, legs spread wide, the skirt now barely covering her shaved mound as Marty devoured her teen pussy, sending her to a crushing orgasm, her first genuine orgasm on man's face.

Diana and Pete would be furious, to say the least. And though Elise initiated the unforgettable encounter, neither Marty nor his wife Leslie would likely never see the Palmer family again if they know what happened.

But there's a big "IF" underlying that scenario. They would be furious IF they found out. The miracle of the snowstorm kept them hundreds of miles away. And as far as Diane and Pete knew, their daughter slept like a log in the Graham's warm, inviting guest room and never even got a glimpse of the large primary bedroom, or Marty and Leslie's bed for that matter. That was the appropriate scenario. What actually happened, was far from appropriate, but also far more fun. Their secret would remain--hopefully.

Marty found himself wanting Elise as they chatted away at the kitchen table. He marveled at his refractory period--or lack thereof. He typically needed a couple hours at least between rounds with his wife Leslie. But now, minutes after coming into Elise's mouth, his cock strained against his pajama bottoms.

He acted on raw instinct, quieting her by leaning in and kissing her deeply. No words were necessary. Elise had been ready ever since she recounted last evening's tryst to Leslie over the phone after she woke up. They stood up in unison.

Marty led her over to the back of their great room couch, only a few steps away from the kitchen table. He turned Elise around and kissed the back of her neck as she moved her hair over her right shoulder. She felt Marty's cock firm against the small of her back and bent herself over the back of the couch. She needed him now, and Marty was quick to comply.

He pulled the waistband of her pajama bottoms down just enough to reveal her sex and let them rest along her upper thighs, the elastic keeping them in place. He did the same with his pajama bottoms, lowering them just enough for his rigid cock to spring free.

Elise bent forward a bit more as he guided his crown down between her cheeks. He paused for just a moment at her slit to admire her wanting form bent over the back of his couch. A moment later, he slipped inside her.

A mutual gasp escaped each of them as Marty fed his cock into sweet Elise. He ran his hands up her back and then around to her breasts, bottoming out in her. He bent over, his chest meeting her back. He buried his face in her hair, softly kissing the back of her neck. She moaned as he filled her, backing her ass into him.

"Mmmpf....fuck, Marty...fuck....." she murmured under her breath as he took her, gently at first. Slow, short excursions of his shaft were punctuated by rhythmic circular motions that sent Elise to places she's never been. Moans mixed with more expletives in a disorganized stream of nonsense as her brain melted along with her pelvis.

He stood up and moved his hands to her upper thighs and then to her hips, steadying her for what was to come. He glanced down and enjoyed the visual of his slick cock disappearing into Elise.

Their pace quickened, her ass quivered with each thrust, her moans became loud and raw. She begged him to fuck her harder, to fill her with his cum, confessing that she existed only to fulfill his desires.

He loved her dirty talk--hearing that she wanted to be his fuck toy. He fixed her hips between his large hands and pounded her from behind, pausing only to optimize his angle as the now soaked cushion of the couch gave way to the weight of their bodies.

She would come soon, but he decided to push her over the edge by sliding a finger in front along her clit. Leslie loved this little surprise during doggy. Elise took to it as well. Her breath caught in her throat while moaning loudly into the cushion. Her pussy gripped Marty's cock, pushing him beyond the point of no return and milking a fresh load into Elise while she became undone by her orgasm, her sweat covered body sprawled over the back of the couch.

Marty's cock took a few more excursions in and out of her before he slid out, his softening slab coated in his semen and her juices. The remnants of his orgasm trickled from her now gaping hole onto the couch below. He turned her limp body over to face him. They kissed deeply, two lovers with pants not even halfway off, the aroma of pancakes and bacon replaced by the unmistakable scent of sex.

They cleaned up from breakfast before relaxing on the same couch where they just fucked, giggling at their inability to keep their hands off each other.

"I think I should get some clothes from my house. What do you think, Marty?" Elise asked.

"Sure!" answered Marty. "Can I come?"

"Of course," said Elise, winking and sending a seductive look his way.

Elise dressed in Leslie's ski clothes for the walk over to her house, her tartan skirt and ivory sweater from the day before now in the Graham's laundry room. Marty loved the way Elise looked in the ski pants. Though the pants were a tad big on her, the perfect domes of her ass filled the pants nicely. The pink ski jacket made Elise again look irresistible.

The Palmer's house was quiet and dark. The power had returned overnight so at least the heat was on. Elise kicked off Leslie's boots and headed up the stairs to her room.

"Coming, Marty?" she asked while looking over her shoulder as she climbed the stairs. Marty dutifully followed her, pondering briefly what Elise's parents would think of his presence alone in their house with their daughter.

Elise's bedroom walls were adorned with a myriad of cheerleading and dance accolades. First place plaques, medals and trophies told her story of dedication, grit, and fortitude.

Marty was losing himself in her countless merits when he noticed Elise slipping out of Leslie's ski pants. She then peeled off the borrowed turtleneck and cast it to the floor. She stood naked next to her queen sized bed--the same bed in which Brian attempted to pleasure her orally two nights before. In the 48 hours that passed since that botched encounter, her parents' forty something friend had turned her sexual life on its end.

She had been sucked and eaten and fucked to her heart's content. And now, that same lover stood in her bedroom in her home--parents and siblings stranded far away. Her previous sexual encounter in her own bed had been flat. That was about to be erased by none other than Marty Graham.

Elise walked over to Marty and wrapped her arms around him. He seemed timid in her room, as if her parents or one of her siblings might catch them at any moment. She sensed his hesitation. Taking his hands in hers, she led Marty to her bed and stripped him of his ski pants and top. She beckoned him to the center of her bed, where they met on their knees again, like they did the night before, though this time they were completely naked, no joggers to conceal an erection, no short tartan skirt for Marty's hands to disappear under, no off-the-shoulder ivory sweater.

He worshipped her young body with even greater fervor. A renewed erection invaded the space between their expectant bodies. His lips meandered down from her lips to her neck. He feasted on her breasts and flicked her nipples with his tongue, leaving each glistening in the waning light of the day.

Marty exhaled on her navel, sending shivers up her spine. She squealed in delight as a crop of goosebumps appeared across her toned abdomen. She smiled down at him while running her fingers through his wavy salt and pepper hair.

His lips continued their southward journey as she reclined on her bed until his chest was nearly on her pink duvet cover. Elise shifted and ducked under him in one graceful maneuver that only a skilled cheerleader/dancer could execute. In an instant, they were in 69. Marty and Leslie hadn't done this in years. He fantasized about it, and each time he tried with his wife, she declined. There wasn't a lot Leslie and Marty didn't do sexually, and 69 was one of them.

Marty cradled Elise's outer thighs in his hands. Kissing her lips then her clit. His tongue found her tender nub and traced its contours while the tip of his cock hung suspended millimeters from her lips. The tip of her tongue traced the edge his crown as precum drizzled over her lips and down her cheeks and chin, a precursor of what was to come.

Elise continued to explore Marty's cock. No contour went unexplored by her curious lips and tongue as Marty did what he did best: devour her pussy like a famished man. She dragged her tongue over the engorged veins along the underside of his shaft as he moaned into her sex.

Marty and Elise lost themselves in each other as they tasted, licked, and explored with their tongues. They rolled over, Elise now under Marty in 69, giggling at their nimbleness in this very compromising position. Marty propped one of her pillows behind his head, giving him perfect access to her dripping pussy. He continued to devour her relentlessly as she moaned around his pulsing cock. He thrusted his pelvis upwards, fucking her mouth from below.

Their fingers were....everywhere. His spreading her cheeks and glancing her anus, hers cupping his balls and caressing his perineum. They moaned as their faces bore a glaze of the other's juices. They had become one in the most intimate way possible in her dark, empty house.

Eluse's cheerleading awards looked down on their entangled bodies as their lust for each other boiled over. She came first, vice gripping his head between her thighs. She released his cock from her mouth and moaned loudly.

"FUUUUUUUUUUCK!" She yelled so loud I'm sure the neighbors would hear, save for the natural insulation of the snow outside.

Elise deep throated Marty as her climax ebbed, wanting to rocket him into the same intense orgasm that just shuddered her body. Marty needed very little more to send him over the edge.

"Elise....I'm......I'm..." were the only words he could muster. She released him from her mouth as he erupted, sending ropes of cum across her face, neck, and chest.

She collapsed on his spent frame, nuzzling his empty balls as the last of his ejaculate welled up at his tip and cascaded down his waning erection.

They laid motionless for several minutes, a disorganized pile of limbs, glistening genitals, and glazed faces, enjoying the buzz as their brains marinated in dopamine and every other as yet unnamed pleasure hormone their bodies released.

After awhile, they came face to face again on her bed. He realized the mess he made on her face and hair and wanted to apologize but she locked him in a kiss before he was able to do so.

They escaped to her parents' shower, though Marty hesitated at first.

"Mr. Graham," Elise cackled, calling him "Mister" for effect, we just sixty-nined in my bed and you came all over me. You're timid about showering with me in my parents' bathroom?!"

She was right. The appropriateness ship had sailed long ago. The shower could have fit five people. They stood under vertical rain shower head and basked in the gentle warmth of the torrent above until Elise pushed a button on the wall and a series of twin spouted jets came to life from the tiled walls, bathing them from above and below in warm, steamy cascade, as they made out with ardor.

"What do you think your folks would think of this?" Marty asked, nibbling on Elise's earlobe. Turning her around, he placed her face first up against the steam covered wall of the shower, just above a wall jet that sent angled stream between Elise's thighs. She adjusted her position against the wall so that the water hit her clit just right as Marty spread her feet apart, his renewed erection bisecting her ass. Beads of water formed on the perfect domes and cascaded down her thighs.

Marty took Elise from behind, feeding his cock into her up against the shower wall with her hands gently pinned over her head as the steam swirled around them.

Kissing her back and shoulders, his pace was slow, filling her with long, deep thrusts. The combination of the jet below and Marty's erection gave her her strongest orgasm of the weekend, her body tensing, her pussy gripping his length and drawing him in, milking what seemed like the last fluid from his spent body.

The two collapsed in a heap of soaked limbs on the floor of the shower, exhausted and satisfied.

They returned to Marty and Leslie's home late in the afternoon. They ate takeout food and relaxed on the couch for a couple hours, the sex marathon having taken its toll--at least on Marty.

At about 4:00 p.m., Marty's phone rang. It was Leslie. He thought about taking the call in his office, but realizing he had nothing to hide, decided to take the call with Elise present.

"Hey babe!" Marty answered.

"Hi Marty! How's your day? I haven't heard from you so I'm assuming all is well with you and Elise?"

"Yes, Leslie. I am fine--we are fine. How are you?"

"I'm good. I'm on the first flight home tomorrow, so weather permitting, I will be home in the early afternoon."

A pang of sadness struck Marty on hearing Leslie's words. This amazing weekend would end in a matter of hours.

"Great!" Marty answered, concealing his blossoming melancholy. "I can't wait to see you!" This was true. He was having a blast with Elise, and while sad to see their time together end, he loved his wife.

"Well, I'll let you two have your evening back, babe. Say 'hi' to Elise for me, will you?"

"I certainly will, Les!" he answered, smiling at Elise, who was nestled in a blanket on the couch next, seemingly captivated by "Wedding Crashers" on the flatscreen in the great room.

"I love you, Leslie."

"I love you too, Marty. See you tomorrow.....Oh and by the way..."

"Yes, babe?" he answered.

"Fuck her one more time tonight....for me. Won't you?"

Marty hesitated for a heartbeat. "Fuck her for me?" What did that mean?

"Yes, babe," Marty replied after his momentary pause.

"Was that Mrs. Graham?" Elise asked.

"Yes. She'll be home tomorrow afternoon," I answered.

"So will my folks." Elise looked at me. The hall pass was indeed ending.

"I guess I should shovel the driveway so Mrs. Graham can actually get in the house tomorrow. Will you be OK for a little bit?" Marty asked, beginning to don his snow pants and ski jacket.

"Of course!" answered Elise. "May I help?"

"Thank you, but you can rest," replied Marty, placing a kiss on her forehead.

Elise closed her eyes as she rested on the couch, processing all that had happened over the past 24 hours. Her morning phone conversation with Leslie weaved in and out of visions of her encounters with her husband. Marty was an exceptional lover. But despite all that she and Marty had done together, she wanted something more--something else. This weekend endorsed her feelings--her deepest desires--for Leslie Graham.

Elise picked up her phone and began to compose a text to Leslie.

To be continued in Pt. 4 (yes, Pt. 4) :)