Andrea Herty - Chained To Desire

Roscoe reminded himself of clever people on television and in the movies at this moment. He was really being funny, really clever. He had never imagined he could be so clever as to play such a funny trick on anybody.

"Who is this?" the woman called Ellen said firmly. "I demand to know. Who is this-this Maria? What's happened to Vernon?"

Doubling up with laughter, Roscoe hung up and staggered to his car. He sat behind the wheel giggling for several minutes before his very slow-working brain dictated his next course of action. Go and see the woman, his brain said. See the woman of the man you just beat up. You were the winner…more man than him. At least go and spy on her.

Roscoe nodded, guffawing as he pulled his car out of the service station. Ten minutes later, he found the big, expensive-looking condominium building on Wilshire Boulevard. He went inside and found Ellen Lanning's name on one of the mail boxes. Then he went to her floor on the elevator, got out and walked down the hall.

Standing before her door, he started to knock, then changed his mind. There was a fire escape door just a few doors away. He went to the fire escape door, opened it and stepped out onto a kind of terrace. Directly next to him was the terrace to Ellen Lanning's apartment. The drapes were partly open. Leaning over the waist-high wall, he found he could look directly into Ellen Lanning's living room. Suddenly his heart caught in his throat as he sighted Ellen, naked and staring into the huge mirror above the dining room table. She cupped her breasts, gazing seductively into her reflection. Then, apparently upset or angry, she went to her telephone and called someone named Marg.

To Marg, Ellen revealed that she was very upset because Vern was going to be late. She told Marg that some idiot had telephoned her to say Vern would be late. "And after I planned this evening so carefully," she said, exasperated. "Vern hasn't seen me since I lost weight, and I wanted this to be a honeymoon sort of night together for us."

Ellen listened for a while, then said: "Yes, I suppose you're right. I-I'll just have to wait until he arrives-no matter when that isl What choice do I have?"

Angry, sighing, Ellen hung up the phone then. She resumed the admiring of her naked body in the mirror, fondling her large breasts, running her hand flut-teringly over her tummy,, buttocks, inner thighs.

Roscoe began to breathe very hard, and his prick rose and pressed hard against the wall. This Ellen was a little chubby, despite the fact she'd lost weight, but she looked very good to Roscoe. You destroyed her man, his brain said. She's your woman, Roscoe. You're the champ and she's your woman.

Roscoe began massaging his aching hard-on with his hand as he stared at the naked Ellen cavorting before the mirror.

"How do you like your sweetheart?" Ellen said to herself. "Vernon, I lost weight just for you, darling. Now you'll love fucking your sweetheart more than ever!"

"Fuck Vernon!" Roscoe snarled. "I beat him…I beat him!"

Roscoe was just about to go back inside and down the hall to Ellen's apartment when there came a knock at Ellen's door. Roscoe cursed the intruder, whoever it was. He had decided to boldly knock on Ellen's door himself, and now someone had cheated him of this woman. "Muthah fuckah," Roscoe muttered quietly, his eyes narrowed as he waited to see who the intruder might be. It could not be Vern Shipley, he told himself. Or could it? No, after the beating he'd given Vern, the man couldn't possibly have driven to Ellen's so soon.

Ellen went quickly to the door, still naked! Obviously, she had expected Vernon Shipley, for she flung the door open wide and cried, "Darling!"

She shrank then, covering her bare breasts with her arms and closing the door to just an open crack. Then, reluctantly, after a brief conversation, she let the party in and ran quickly to her robe.

The visitor was Maria Reese! Roscoe's hard-on instantly dwindled away to nothing. What was Maria Reese doing here? he wondered. As far as he knew, Maria and Ellen had never met!

This turned out to be true, for Maria Reese then introduced herself as Vern Shipley's girlfriend. In her robe now, Ellen Lanning answered, "That's odd. You see, I'm Vern's girlfriend."

Maria merely laughed, making herself comfortable on the couch, and the two women began verbally gouging at each other. Roscoe frowned, trying to understand their conversation. It was almost as if the two women were speaking in a foreign language he did not understand. They were smiling at each other, but they seemed to be arguing, and yet they weren't arguing…it was all very confusing to Roscoe. Sarcasm? He wasn't sure.

And then a strange thing happened. Suddenly Ellen burst into tears and cried, "I-I knew there had to be another woman, but-but I didn't think you'd be so beautiful!"

Ellen's robe parted, revealing her bountiful, bare breasts. Roscoe swallowed, feasting his eyes on Ellen's beauties, and then to his amazement, Maria rose and went over and sat down beside Ellen. "Now, now," Maria said. "I'm not all that beautiful, dear. Vern is a man, after all. We must remember that And you know how men are. They-they seem to need more than one woman. You're a very attractive woman, Ellen. I thought so that first night I saw you at the Mediterranean Restaurant remember?"

Ellen nodded. "Yes, that's right. I do remember. I thought I'd seen you somewhere before."

Ellen continued whimpering, the tears flowing down her cheeks. Roscoe was surprised to see Maria begin massaging Ellen's back and actually kissing her cheekl They conversed very softly as Maria continued caressing Ellen, and suddenly Maria had her hand on Ellen's bare breasts.

"You're very lovely, dear," Maria was saying. "I can't imagine why Vern would ever go looking for another female if he already had you. Ummm, you're very smooth, my dear. Yes, and you have lovely nipples."

Ellen was gasping now as she permitted herself to be laid out on the couch. Maria stretched out beside her, quickly baring her own breasts, and then the two women were rubbing their breasts together and kissing.

Roscoe could not believe his eyes. What would his boss say if he knew his girlfriend was queer? Roscoe had once seen a movie in which two women made love, but he thought girls only did that to please certain freaky men. He did not believe women really did that sort of thing. But they were doing it all right Once again, Roscoe found his prick standing out straight-throbbing, pulsing, fully aroused. He felt repulsed, shocked, but for some reason the two girls' playing with each other's tits and kissing each other had him wanting to burst into the room, announce he was their savior, and fuck both of them.

"Ohhhhh," Ellen was sighing loudly now, "Maria, Maria, Maria…you seem to know just where to touch! You-you're so beautiful, too. I never thought I would touch any woman much less such a-a perfect example of femininity. Your breasts are-are simply purr-fect!"

"Yes, dear," Maria replied, "they are! Go ahead and play with them. You see, there's a little bit of-of lesbian in all of us, isn't there? Don't fight it, dear. Give vent to all your natural feelings. You may do whatever you want with my body. Satisfy your innermost desires, my love."

"We've had the same man, Maria," Ellen sighed, nuzzling her gulping mouth at Maria's perfect boobs. "Now we have each other!"

"Go ahead and nurse on them," Maria said. "You know you want to, so why fight it. Go ahead, hon."

While Ellen drew each of Maria's huge nipples alternately into her mouth and sucked hard, Maria briskly massaged Ellen's extended nipples and began fingering her silken nest. Suddenly, Ellen spread her legs wide to give Maria's lower hand total access. "Finger my cunt!" she begged. "Oh, yessss…finger fuck me…you're so beautiful, Maria! I feel I want to do everything to your body. I never felt this way with a woman before."