Miss Ellen opens the door to her apartment, face studiously neutral. She looks good, healthier, more human, but there's still something undeniably missing from her. Something she lost between when you knew her as a teacher and when you knew her as a slave. You're not sure if it's something she'll ever get back. "Come in," she says, stepping aside to let you enter.

It's a little strange to you that she's dressed to the nines. Pencil skirt, loose blouse, auburn hair done up in a stylish bun. You'd always assumed Truesdale made her do that. There's really no reason now. The last time you'd seen her she was wearing drenched Tripp pants and a band T-shirt. Maybe closer to how she looked when she was your age, but you're not complaining. "Thanks."

She closes the door behind you and locks it.

"How could I pass up a chance to play Halo with–"

She hugs you from behind. You feel her breasts against your back. They're soft, unconstrained by a bra. Her hands run up and down your chest. You get the impression she doesn't want to play Halo. "I never thanked you properly," she says, hands going lower, across your abdomen. "You never let me. Why?"

"You don't have to do anything," you say, shivering at her touch.

"But I want to," Her hand slips effortlessly under your waistband and finds your cock. She wraps her fingers around you and strokes gently as she whispers in your ear. "I want to show you how much I appreciate what you did for me."

You say nothing.

Her tongue traces the rim of your ear. "I want to make you feel good." When you don't object or protest, she draws down your fly and lets you free. Both her hands go to your shaft, pumping you as she kisses your neck. Something tells you that you're not going to be playing much Halo.

Suddenly she stops, lets go of you and steps back.

When you turn around, she drops automatically to squat on her heels, one hand stroking your base, holding you steady as she wraps red-painted lips around your cock. You can't help but groan as she starts to bob on you enthusiastically. Her tongue flicks at your tip, her eyes locked on yours.

You run your fingers through her hair, shivering in pleasure as your old high school teacher sucks your dick. Her eyes water a little at the effort but she's careful not to go too deep, Her diligent stroking covers every inch of you that her mouth can't. You pulse against her lips, letting out a soft groan making her pump you faster. After a minute your legs are trembling. You tighten your grip on her hair, guiding her to bob faster. You're close and she can taste it, precum flooding her mouth. She pulls off you, strings of saliva connecting her lush lips to your cock.

"Not yet," she says, giving you a few more gentle strokes. Her free hand undoes the buttons on her blouse one by one until her breasts come free. They're round, pale, tipped with rosy nipples. They're soft too. She sits up straighter, getting onto her knees and pressing them around your shaft. It takes a little doing, but eventually she has you sandwiched between her breasts and she bounces them softly on you, rubbing up and down. Ellen sees how much you're enjoying it and smirks, squeezing her tits a little tighter around you. "I've always wanted to do this," she whispers to you.

Always? That word carries a lot of baggage given your past and the nature of your relationship. But, since she's being honest…

"Me too," you reply, watching a bead of pre run down your shaft and drip onto her cleavage. "Always."

She leans down to swirl her tongue around the head of your cock, licking you clean. "Ready?" she asks.

She means are you ready to fuck her. You nod and help her back to her feet. She takes your hand in hers and guides you to the couch. She hitches her skirt up over her hips as she walks and then bends over the arm of the couch, simultaneously she pulls down her thong—purple satin. Her pale, round ass invites you closer. She spreads it for you, showing a tight pink pucker and her dripping slit. You could give her a real wakeup call, show her what your poor sister has to deal with, but you figure that's not exactly what she has in mind.

With one hand on the small of her back, you use the other to guide yourself into her pussy. It's slick and wet and you glide in easily. She really has been looking forward to this.

Ellen moans. Now you finally know what that sounds like. Teenage fantasy fulfilled, as if the rest of this wasn't enough.

You grunt as you bottom out in her and start to fuck her. Her rosebud winks as you thrust in and out of her, her cheeks clapping against your thighs.

"Oh," she moans. "Oh."

It's heaven for you too and it only makes you want more. You drive yourself into her, harder, deeper, making the couch inch across the floor until it snugs against a wall.

"Oooh," she shivers. "Fuck me."

You are. You do. You take a fistful of her hair and pull making her gasp in surprise and arch her back. "Like this?" you growl in her ear.

"Y-yes." She's instantly wetter, practically dripping off of you. Her moans get shorter, higher. She reaches down between her legs, frantically rubbing her clit as she nears release. "Oh… oh!" She cums on you, shuddering and shaking. "K-kyle…"

You're close behind her, ready to pop.

"O-on my face," she pants. "Please."

You're not one to refuse a polite request. You release her hair and pull out of her, letting her turn and drop to her knees, head obediently tilted back.

She's so pretty like this. Gorgeous really. With one hand on her head you finish yourself off with the other, groaning as you paint those pretty features with your seed. Your mind goes blank.

Ellen's hand joins yours, stroking you. You let her take over.

"So much," she whispers. She kisses your twitching cock once and then again, wrapping her lips around the head and nursing you as she strokes you lovingly.

You nod. "A long time coming."

She looks so good with your cum dripping off her face.

"You don't ever need to be pent up again," she says. "I'll take care of that for you."

A tempting offer. "You don't have to do that."

Her eyes twinkle with excitement. "I want to."

You're just a man who can't resist a taboo I guess, though "student x teacher" is a few steps below "sibling" on the taboo scale. Still, its nice.

She sucks a little harder and then lets your softening cock pop free. Ellen delicately wipes the cum from her face with a fingertip, sucking it clean again and again. Fuck. "I'm going to go shower," she says. "And then we can do SIlent Cartographer together."

You collapse on the couch, panting spent. You laugh. "Sure. Sounds good." You watch the swing of her ass as she leaves the room. Candi is going to be pissed. Oh well.

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Pub: 11 Apr 2026 13:09 UTC

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