Elle
“Edited by angelicsounds
This story and those to follow are dedicated to a very special lady whose exuberance for life and passion for love is inspiring. ”
Now a grad student, Elle had reached a point in her life where she was serious about her future. She wasn’t exactly sure what company she wanted to pursue for employment, but she did know the field of study she needed to prepare herself for a career in managing others. That side of Elle was prominent, yet, unbeknownst to many, she also had a deep desire to pursue love in a unique way.
Elle was truly beautiful, not in a childish way that made her cute, but more of a depth of heart that men craved, at least if they wanted to spend the rest of their life with her. Perhaps the inward dictated the outward but one thing for sure; she was beautiful, striking, enticing, and certainly a looker to the male species. Oddly enough, many of the guys on campus didn’t even know why they were attracted to her, for her mystery often seemed elusive.
She was five feet six inches tall, well proportioned, with dark brown hair that cascaded down to her shoulders. The natural wave lent to her pretty smile, a portrait of acceptance of others no matter how they might have differed from her. One professor even said of Elle that she had captivating eyes that smiled. Though she usually dressed like everyone else in the typical college t-shirt, jeans, and sandals, she occasionally walked through campus wearing a dark red or dark blue dress. On those days, men couldn’t help but stare, though most tried not to show it.
One of the enticing matters about Elle was her full, sexy breasts. Guessing men would have calculated them to be anywhere between 34Cs to 36Ds. On the days she wore no bra or a loose fitting one; men ceased to guess and knew that Elle’s melons were most assuredly 34DDs. Her waist was thin, her belly flat, her legs average in length, but no where did Elle appear to have anything that caused men or women to not like her figure. Even when she wore shorts, her chocolate brown skin caused men to gaze in approval over the smoothness and form.
And of course for the unique fraternity of butt lovers, Elle’s sexy, round bottom scored a ten. Its shape and the way she moved it lent well to stimulate watching, lustful eyes. Though she wasn’t dating anyone in particular at the time, she secretly longed for a man named Peter, a security guard who often escorted her to her car after the library closed at night. He was fair skinned, redheaded with a stylish cut, and about five eleven in height.
Elle tended to go for the men with blond hair but most recently she had also acquired a taste for the red. To her, the combination of contrasting colors always sent her into erotic fantasies of varying kinds. She was no stranger to sexual expression nor was she the least bit desirous of any relationship short of interracial. Each difference, each similarity, and each opportunity only added and enhanced her twenty four years of life experience.
If, however, she could have had her choice of men, it most assuredly would have been the red headed security guard, Peter. Since he worked on weekends, he often met her as he made his rounds about campus. Usually, Elle was on her way to the library to study or research a topic. During the week when she wasn’t in class, she worked at the media center in the basement of the oldest building in the library complex.
Most Saturday mornings though, she would go out for a donut and cup of Frou-Frou coffee, and then drive over to the library for a lengthy day of graduate studying. Since she lacked about a year finishing her Master’s degree, every weekend counted. Usually, a paper was due each Monday morning, so the Saturday before was often filled with reading that would bore a sloth, at least that was how she viewed it.
Near the front entrance to the library stood the security kiosk. Inside, Peter was talking on his radio when pretty Elle sauntered by carrying a bag of books and her purse slung over her shoulder. As Peter’s eyes caught her passing by, he stared intently out of the tinted glass at what he deemed to be the loveliest woman he’d ever known. He would indeed have to make sure that his rounds included a visit around the library to talk with Elle, if possible.
But Elle couldn’t see Peter inside the kiosk, since the windows were of a dark tint. She knew he was on duty, however, since his old beat-up Chevy sat pitifully in one of the employee spaces. It amused her, but like most college students; he had little money to spare. Besides, the car actually ran, though one of the tires was questionable. When Elle turned to the right to head for the front door, Peter laid down the radio and stiffened slightly. She was wearing a baggy t-shirt, over beige shorts that revealed her sexy, delectable legs.
While Elle disappeared inside, Peter looked at his watch and saw that his rounds were coming up. He decided to go fifteen minutes early, just to enter the library and possibly pursue his secret heartthrob. Inside, he found her handing in some books at the circulation desk, but he walked past her like he was on official business. Someone nearby greeted Peter, causing lovely Elle to look in his direction. As she did, she caught him smiling and knowing he was caught red handed, he lifted his right hand in a wave of sorts.
Peter then turned and walked away, but not so far that he couldn’t watch the movements of Elle. She finished at the desk, headed for the stairwell, and proceeded to climb the flights to the third floor, simply because she wanted the exercise. Being a library employee, Elle knew the best rooms for maximum privacy and since she had access to the keys, she chose the most secluded room, a room buried deep within the rows of shelves that led to the most remote section of that floor. Unlocking the door with the only key on campus, Elle went inside, turned on the lights, and closed the door behind her.
The dimensions of the room were twelve feet by fifteen. In the middle of the room stood a typical wooden library table, with several chairs positioned around it. On a nearby wall, a small computer table stood with a PC, fully loaded with the latest educational software. Bookshelves were affixed to three of the walls, although none were full like those outside. On the fourth wall, however, a large floor to ceiling mirror reflected the room, making it seem as though it was much larger than it really was.
Ironically, the existence of the mirror had always intrigued Elle to the point of creating a fantasy that she was pleasuring her body as the mirror watched and reflected the scene. Several times she had considered going through with her personal gratification, but for the reason that she might get caught, she decided not to. But on that day Elle had seen Peter, a visual memory she couldn’t shake nor did she want to. It warmed her, for she desired to know him better, to give herself to him, at least in her fantasies.
Elle glanced once more around the room and proclaimed softly, “This is my room, The Chocolate Diva Room!”
Setting her bag down on the table, she tried to focus on the research she needed to pursue. For some unknown reason, she kept glancing back at the mirror, as if Peter was there watching her, enjoying her presence, even longing for her to be in his arms. After three or four glances, Elle began to flush with warmth as it spread sensuously throughout her delicious body. Deep down, she wanted to strip naked and masturbate, especially if the lights were on and the mirror had full view of what she was doing.
Psychologically, she desired to be her own voyeur, yet she considered that the mirror itself would do that well. As she continued to stare at the shiny surface, she finally gave in to her desires. Elle glanced at the door, went to make sure it was locked, and then proceeded to remove her clothing. She stood directly in front of the mirror, a few feet away, and then lifted her baggy shirt over her bra covered melons, up and over her head. Letting it drop to the floor, she reached between her breasts to unclasp the small hook that held her succulent mounds inside their cups.
As she did, the DD cups sprang open to reveal two very soft, bouncy pillows of softness. Giggling softly, Elle cupped them in her fondling hands, squeezed them lustfully, and tweaked their buds lightly. The result was stimulating, to say the least. Warmth of pleasure spread downward until it settled between her gorgeous thighs. There it lingered until droplets of natural lubrication oozed to soak her sexy panties. Then with her left-hand, she gently, but affectionately, massaged her hard nippled breasts.
Her right hand, however, slid downward to gently touch her flat, smooth belly. Since her button was revealed, she poked and prodded it gently, almost as if Peter’s tongue was pursuing it in lustful play. Meanwhile, the sexy grad student watched the scene as it unfolded in the mirror. Watching it pleased her for she knew well who the recipient of such pleasure was.
After several moments of topless stimulation, sexy Elle decided to go further. She reached to unclasp the thin belt that held her shorts around her waist. For a moment, her eyes darted from the mirror to stare downward at the material as it slid down her legs. When she finally regained her voyeur’s stare, she saw the shorts fall to the floor, leaving her only wearing the bright red panties that so hungrily hugged her butt and womanly charms.
Immediately, Elle stepped from her shorts, and stood with her legs spread about a foot and a half apart. A darker portion of material suggested that her pussy had soaked her panties well. Her breathing deepened as she saw it and she even began to inhale her womanly essence. Her finger tips returned to their play on nipples that were fully erect and ripe for the taking. Pinching them lightly at first, she let out a gasp that led to a sigh of lust.
With each tweak and pinch, her pussy spasmed in response. Her hips swayed back and forth as her full, round breasts responded under pleasurable torture. The movements in the mirror’s reflecting also brought her stimulation to an all time high. There, it remained as Elle lustfully fantasized what it would be like to have Peter’s lips sucking fervently on her full breasts.
“Oh, to have two, red haired Peters suck my tits!” she said in a flood of lust and fantasy. “Or one on each melon, sucking, while a third parts my legs to enjoy the taste of wet pussy!”
Just the thought made her whimper with desire. She quickly left her playful pursuits and turned a chair around to squarely face the mirror. Elle went to position her hot, round butt in the chair, but before she did, she pulled her red panties down until one foot stepped out to freedom. With the soaked material still clinging to one ankle, she parted her legs as wide as she could.
Gasping in lust, the woman’s eyes went down on the hottest view she’d ever seen. Her parted, chocolate, brown thighs were helplessly revealed while pink and red lips bloomed. Moisture coated them like the morning dew does a flower’s petals. Contrasting colors of brown, red, and pink sat on a pedestal of chocolate brown cheeks, split only by a secret, intimate darkness.
“Taste me, Peter!” Elle pleaded in a whisper. “Lick my body and eat me ’til I cum!”
When she could finally position herself for continued pleasure, she leaned back and grabbed the nipple of her right breast with her left hand. Massaging it in a build up of passion, she moaned softly only because she had to. Her right hand went swiftly to the thick mat of dark brown fur that lead to her tingling clit. Elle’s fingers drove deep in her forest, only to rest on either side of her clit, and then they slid down to stroke passionately on her cuntal flower.
At their touch, she let out another moan of lust. Her nipple play intensified as her clit tingled almost out of control. Lightly, then more passionately, she drug her fingers along each labial fold. Occasionally, her index finger probed the secret chamber of her extremely wet pussy. Once, she pulled the finger to her tongue and tasted its sweetness. Then she resumed play, only to end up at her swollen clitoral nub.
“Oh Peter!” she said in an exhale of lust. “Feels so good baby! Lick my pussy and suck my clit!”
Tingling warmth spread throughout her body as she continued to please herself. Waves of hot passion built to bring her to the edge over and over. Each time, she stopped just short of orgasmic thrill to linger at the edge of lust-crazed anticipation. After five or six times of building and thwarting her lust, Elle finally gave in and pushed herself over the edge.
Peter’s tongue was lashing her cunt, her clit, while his white hands slid passionately up and down her hot thighs. She pictured his red hair as it moved about between her parted legs. Seconds later, she could hold on no longer.
“Peter, Peter, Peter, PEEEEEEEEEEIAIAAIIIAIAIAIAIEIIIEIAIEIEA!” filled the air as Elle’s body convulsed and shuttered in a hot orgasm.
Just shy of hyperventilation, Elle enjoyed every moment of pleasure until she relaxed, spent in the chair. Her fingers were dripping with cum and the air in the room mingled with her womanly essence. When she managed to gain perspective again, she noticed that her panties had been flung to the edge of the room near a bookshelf. But she stayed in the chair; after all it was her time, in her room, and in her way.
Suddenly, a key slid into the lock of the door. Elle heard it, but wasn’t exactly of a mind to interpret neither its meaning nor the impending threat. The handle on the door turned and in came one uniformed security guard to evaluate the noise he’d heard from outside.
Immediate shock flooded Elle’s well spent body. Peter, the red haired security guard, opened the door wide to view a portrait most men only dreamt about. His eyes darted between one hot, chocolate lady to the steaming hot reflection in the mirror. Elle gasped in horror. Peter stood with his mouth agape. If the grad student could have died at that very moment, it would certainly have been the time.
“How’d you get in here?” the shocked woman asked.
“Security guards get in everywhere, Elle!” he replied.
Without words, Elle attempted to explain her plight, although nobody in the universe could have done so. Peter’s gaping mouth closed and he quickly turned away from her. She could tell he was embarrassed to catch her like this, not knowing he’d seen her the same way many times in his fantasies. Red and pink hues flooded the back of his neck.
“You, uh, you had better get dressed!” he somehow managed to say with an air of authority.
What Elle couldn’t see was that his cock was raging inside his uniform pants. He wanted to take her right then and there, but if he did, he’d surely lose his job, his reputation and his scholarship. But his rod pulsed in anticipation of partaking in the forbidden fruits of Elle’s charms. Not knowing exactly what to do, Elle sized up the situation. Since she’d already been caught, exposed, and humiliated, she figured that the best way to deal with it was to level the playing field.
‘It’s worth a try!’ she thought as she stood and gracefully walked over to press her luscious body into his backside.
When she did, Peter jumped at the feel of two soft melons pressing into him. Instinctively, his breathing deepened and his mouth opened to let out a groan of lust. Not wasting any time, she took matters into her own hands. She reached around his waist to unbuckle his belt, causing him to take it from there.
Spinning on his feet to face her, he said, “Damn, you’re so hot, Elle! I want you and I’m going to have you!”
She kissed his lips only to feel his tongue drive hard between hers. His hands went everywhere as he fondled his chocolate babe in a flurry of movements. She unbuttoned his shirt and then slid her hands onto his chest to rub passionately on his stimulated nipples. Since he was ready to pump her senseless, he felt the frustration of having to stop his massage to remove his clothes. But he knew well that passions could be built in an instant, especially when a man was in the presence of a hot, ready for anything woman.
To stimulate him further as he stripped his uniform off, she whimpered softly in delight. By the time he was naked, she stared at his white body, his bouncing, stiff rod, and the wild patch of red pubic hair that practically engulfed his cock and balls. Immediately, Elle felt the warmth spread throughout her body, the same sensations she’d always counted on to let her know it was time for action.
“Get back in that chair like you were!” Peter commanded her.
“Oh Peter!” she said with obedient tone. “Take me any way you want me, honey! I’ve wanted you for so long!”
Peter wasted no time in getting on his knees between the hot babe’s brown thighs. Just seeing him there, in the flesh, caused the passion to build in Elle’s body. Her legs parted wide, the moisture started to flow from her pussy, and her womanly perfume flooded forth to captivate his desires to eat her until she exploded in a torrent of cum. When he reached up to rub the inside of the babe’s inner thighs, she let out a deep moan, one that might have been heard if someone was standing right outside the door.
Peter inhaled her scent like he was about to corner and pounce on his prey. She fondled her big breasts for him, tweaked her nipple buds, and moved her ass on the chair to drive him wild with hot lust. As his fingers slid to the tops of her thighs, they stopped at her pussy region. Sensations of tingling lust made Elle spasm in response, especially as she considered what might come next.
‘Will he ram a finger in my cunt? Will his tongue lick my wet slit? Will he suck my dark, brown buds? Will he mash his face into my pussy?’ were some of the unanswered questions that flooded Elle’s mind as she anticipated his next move.
Breathing deeply, she begged him to do her and do her quickly. But he was in control; after all, he was the security guard and was responsible for her well being. Midst her pleading and whimpering, Peter made his move. Using the first two fingers on each hand, he spread her pussy lips apart, while at the same time driving his face down onto her waiting cunt.
Immediately, the tongue lashing began as he probed the depths of his delicious prey. She was his for the taking and he was hungrier than ever. In a frenzy of devouring lust, she exploded on his face. Spurts of sweet juice blasted into his mouth to coat his pumping tongue. A torrent of hot cum coated his face as it sprayed from her depths. Her body writhed in absolute pleasure as her hot ass bucked up and down on the chair. Peter ate her out until she began to relax, but the action wasn’t over.
He stood, bent over, and pulled the pumped Elle to her feet. She fell into his arms, mashing her tits helplessly against him. His rod, still stiff and ready, pressed hard against her body. Though she was still trying to catch her breath, he moved to bend her over the table. When her body felt the cool of the wood, she mashed her soft melons against its polished hardness. The penetration might be rough, but the one thing she knew for sure was that her milky white lover was going to fuck the daylights out of her chocolate body with his long, stiff, white cock. That thought alone made her surrender to whatever he might want.
In seconds, she heard a growl as he poised the head of his shaft at the entrance to her cuntal canal. Bracing herself for the penetration, she suddenly felt the invasion as he pushed inside, inch by inch. He wasn’t the longest she’d ever known, but after getting seven hard inches inside, she let out a moan of approval that just about sent him over the edge. Pumping his cock in and out built the two lovers to passions neither had felt before. His right hand reached down to coat his fingers thoroughly as his dick pulled back to the opening of her mound.
I grabbed a comb from my purse, headed to the bathroom and ran the comb through my hair. Carla stood in the doorway watching me. She was staring more than just watching. I saw her eyes in the mirror looking at my butt and breasts. She was smiling and sipping a beer. I had to brush past her to get out of the bathroom. Tyrell and Shawndra were sitting on the couch, kissing. Shawndra was just wearing her bra and panties. Carla stood behind me looking over my shoulder. She reached around and started cupping my breasts. I put my hands over hers but I couldn”t pull them away. She fondled my breasts with her strong hands. I looked down watching my nipples growing erect. Carla pushed my head forward when she started kissing me along the back of my neck. I felt her hot breath tracing towards my ear. I”d never been touched by another woman before.
“I think this lady”s ready for some action!” Carla exclaimed.
Tyrell had fallen asleep sitting in one of the recliners. Shawndra and Alex had stopped kissing and were watching Carla and me. They got up off the couch, Alex walked towards me. I could see the bulge in his briefs had grown. Shawndra walked over and picked up a duffle bag. Carla grasped my wrist and pulled me back towards the bedroom. She turned on the lights as we entered. I stood there, not knowing what was going to happen next. Shawndra unhooked her bra, her breasts were quite small but her nipples were like tiny little fingers. Alex stripped off his briefs, his huge black cock stood straight out. Shawndra walked up to me and started rubbing my pussy over the material of my panties. I spread my legs willingly when she reached down between them. I looked towards Carla; she had taken off her jeans and t-shirt. She had very muscular legs. She had her bra and panties off in seconds. Alex walked over towards Shawndra and me.
“Hang on there Alex!” Carla exclaimed, grinning. “We get her first.”
Carla ordered Shawndra to take my panties off. She pulled them down my legs and I stepped out of them. My pussy was getting hotter. Carla motioned for me to get on the bed. I stretched out watching Carla approach me. She reached down and spread my legs, climbing on the bed between them. She was licking her lips back and forth. I felt her warm breath blowing on the lips of my pussy. I spread my legs farther apart causing Carla to smile. She licked all around my pussy. I felt my body beginning to squirm against her hot tongue. Carla grasped my legs firmly and held me down. She flicked her tongue against my clit, causing me flinch. Carla vibrated her tongue up and down my pussy. I was moaning as her expert tongue worked me up. My hands were grasping the sheets, I felt an orgasm building. My legs tensed enough to lift my butt up slightly. Carla stopped licking my pussy till I settled back down on the bed. She put her mouth back on my pussy and darted her tongue inside me. I gasped as she swirled her tongue inside my pussy. I felt my orgasm building again. Carla slid her tongue up to my clit and toyed with it. I couldn”t hold back any longer. I had a fantastic orgasm, my juices flowed.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh……… ahhhhhhhhhhhh………… ohhhhhhhhhhhh” I moaned aloud.
Carla kept her mouth on my pussy, sucking hard. My orgasm finally faded letting my body relax. I opened my eyes slowly. Carla was making the last of her slurping sounds. Alex was leaning against the dresser sipping on a beer. I looked over at Shawndra. She had a bright blue vibrator in her hand. It was long and slim, tapered at the head. Shawndra was applying some lubricant to it. She approached the bed, grinning. She was holding the vibrator, twisting the end back and forth. It hummed when she turned it on. Carla rolled me over onto my tummy and spread my legs, holding them apart. Shawndra lay across me. I felt her spreading my butt cheeks. She pressed the vibrator against my ass, not my pussy. I tensed, trying to get away from the vibrating head. Shawndra teased my butt with the vibrator and then slowly penetrated me with the tip. I felt it starting to vibrate inside me. She pushed the vibrator in a little deeper. It felt so different, an experience I”ll never forget. Shawndra turned the vibrator speed up a little. My ass was bucking as the vibrator hummed inside me. I felt Carla release her grip on my ankles. I kept my legs apart. Shawndra slowly stroked the vibrator in and out of my ass. She finally pulled it all the way out. I felt my ass still tingling.
Carla pulled a dildo from the duffle bag. It was flesh colored with straps dangling from it. She untangled the straps and stepped into it. Carla pulled it up her legs and adjusted the straps tight. It looked like she had a cock, a big cock. I knew she was going to fuck me with it. Shawndra told me to get up on my hands and knees. She took the lubricant and smeared it all over the dildo. I watched intently as she applied the lubricant. Carla got on the bed behind me and grasped my waist with her strong hands. I felt the dildo slip between the lips of my pussy and then slide all the way inside me.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhh………….. Ahhhhhhhhh” I moaned.
Carla fucked the dildo in and out of me steadily. She gyrated her hips making the dildo swirl inside me. I was panting for breath. I started moving my ass back towards Carla as she increased her tempo. She slapped my butt hard. I fucked back towards her harder. I almost pushed her back off the bed but her strong legs kept her into me. She started fucking me with long, hard strokes. I came within a few minutes. Carla kept plunging the dildo harder. She released her grip on my waist and I fell forward, the vibrator slipping out of me. I lay there hugging the warm sheets, my body still quivering. I felt the bed move when Carla got off the bed. I closed my eyes till my body stopped shaking.
Alex came over and sat on the bed. He rolled me over onto my back. He seemed concerned that I was alright. I told him I was fine, just tired. I looked at his cock. He was hard and I knew he wanted to fuck me. Carla and Shawndra had left the bedroom.
“Why don”t you shut the bedroom door and turn off the lights?” I asked him, smiling.
Alex followed my suggestion and came back to the bed. My pussy was tender but I wanted him to fuck me anyway. We kissed and held each other. Alex sucked gently on my tender nipples. I told him I was ready. He didn”t waste any time pushing his huge black cock inside me. The lubricant from the dildo greased his fuck pole, allowing him to enter me without much resistance. We fucked slow and easy for quite awhile. I locked my legs around his waist forcing him to fuck me deeper and faster. He pumped his cock into me until I felt his hot cum spewing deep. He got off at least twice. His body froze as he came the second time. I held my legs tightly around him till his body relaxed. He was forcing himself to take deep breaths. He laid down on top of me and then rolled off to one side. I ran to the bathroom to pee and get cleaned up. Alex”s cum was dripping out of me, down my legs.
I heard moans coming from the other bedroom. I stood in the doorway watching Tyrell fuck his huge cock into Carla. Shawndra was straddling Carla”s face. I could see Carla”s tongue lapping at her pussy. I watched till Tyrell shot his load deep into Carla”s pussy. He pulled his cock out of her and held her legs apart. Shawndra leaned over and sucked Tyrell”s cum out of Carla”s gaping pussy. Tyrell saw me watching, he got a big grin on his face. I went back to the bedroom and stretched out along side Alex. He put his strong arms around me and we drifted off to sleep.