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I would like to give some credit to Bluehat whose story "the rules" posted on this site inspired me to write this story.

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I have known Ellen for as long as I can remember. Our mothers are best friends and live on the same street, and our birthdays are only weeks apart. We used to play together all the time as children, and were in the same class all the way through our school days. When we were young children the differences between boys and girls were not very important and Ellen and I were best friends, I was forever round at her house and she at mine. As we got older I spent more time with the boys, but we still remained very close through primary school and into secondary.

Once we hit puberty the differences between boys and girls became much more important, and along with my friends, I started going out with girls. I had several girlfriends throughout my later school years, but never really saw Ellen as girlfriend material. That wasn’t to say she was ugly. The short, chubby little girl with braces and thick glasses had blossomed into a young woman with a well-developed figure. However for some reason she never really made the most of it. While her girlfriends flaunted their newfound femininity and teased the boys mercilessly, Ellen always dressed sensibly and spent more of her time studying than partying. She was a great help to me during exam time when she acted as tutor for me in English, a subject I was not very strong in but needed to at least pass to get into the architecture course I wanted at university. With Ellen’s help I managed to pass the exam and soon was enjoying myself at Uni. Ellen passed her exams with flying colours, !
and ended up at the same Uni as me, studying English literature. This meant we saw each other at uni as well as at home.

During my uni years I had several girlfriends but Ellen again spent most of her time in the library and never really had a boyfriend. This led to her gaining a reputation of being an “ice queen” and some people even questioned if she was interested in boys at all. However she was still the same old Ellen to me, and we always had fun when we got together as friends, even though we moved in such different social circles.

We graduated at the same time, Ellen at the top of her class, and both got jobs nearby. I started working at a local building firm while Ellen stayed on at uni to do a doctorate which she completed in record time, and ended up getting a full time lecturer job. At around that time a new block of flats was getting built in the town centre and I put my name down for one. Once I moved in I was surprised and pleased to see Ellen had done the same and was staying only four doors down from me. We saw each other all the time and I regularly had dinner at her house and she at mine. I had several girlfriends during this time but Ellen stayed celibate. I even began to wonder if the rumours about her sexuality were true. However as I never saw any girls at her house either I came to the conclusion she was just busy at work and wasn’t very interested in sex.

I enjoyed my work and soon began to make a name for myself. At 25 years old I was seen as an up and coming young architect in the firm. One day my boss came in to my office to see me.

“Allan, I have some news for you which you may or may not be interested in,” he said. “The firm is thinking of opening up a new office in Canada, and we are looking for a couple of young architects to go over there to help get it started. Your name has come up and the M.D wants to know if you are interested. Now I don’t want to lose you so I hope you saw no, but it could be a good opportunity for you. Have a think about it and let me know.”

I sat there a bit taken aback. I had never really ventured too far from home, and Canada was a huge step. However career wise it might be a good move so I had to take the offer seriously. I had no girlfriend at the time so there was nothing really to keep me here.

I discussed the offer with my parent, who were supportive and said though they would miss me terribly they understood if I felt it was the right thing to do. Ellen had been such a good friend to me in the past that I wanted her opinion as well. That night I went round to her flat. We dropped in on each other all the time so this was not unusual. I rang the bell and in a second Ellen opened the door, revealing her familiar face.

I had to look down on her, as she is quite a short girl with shoulder length brunette hair, which she always wore up on top of her head. She also always wore her small half-rimless glasses with no makeup. However her face was still pretty in a “girl next door” way, especially when she smiled, like she did when she saw me standing there.

“Hi Allan,” she said cheerily, “Come in I am just getting dinner, want some?”

“Thanks,” I replied and followed her indoors, casually running my eyes up and down her body.

Ellen wore her normal sensible attire of smart, well cut trousers and thick high-necked jumper. I hadn’t seen her in a skirt since our school days and she never wore low cut or tight tops, even though as far as I could see she was certainly not lacking in the chest department. Perhaps she was just too shy to make the most of her physical assets. Though she was perhaps a few pounds heavier than a woman should be according to the woman’s magazines she was certainly not fat, and her backside looked pretty good even in her sombre trousers. None of this really registered with me however. This was just Ellen, my friend who I had known all my life, not really a “girl” at all, at least not in that sort of way.

We sat down to dinner (Ellen makes a great pasta), and made small talk about her work at the uni. Eventually she asked me about my work and I brought up the subject of Canada.

“Actually Ellen I was wanting to ask your opinion,” I said. “I am leaning towards going, as it would be good for my career, but I would also be sad to leave here. What do you think?”

Ellen just sat there with a funny look on her face. Her face fell and I though of a split second she was going to cry. Then the look was gone and she smiled bravely.

“I think that would be a good move for your career,” she said quietly. “We would all be sorry to see you go though. Life would be very strange without you, seeing how long we have known each other.”

“I would miss you as well Ellen,” I replied quizzically, surprised by her response. I had expected her to be more enthusiastic considering how much she had helped me get where I was career wise. “I haven’t decided yet anyway so it might not even happen. I still have a lot of thinking to do.”

I stayed another hour or so but the conversation was a bit strained, and that had never been the case with us before, we were always relaxed and easy in each other’s company. I went home a bit surprised by Ellen’s response, but not thinking too much more about it.

The next day I saw her as I was leaving for work, and she seemed back to her old self, if perhaps a little more edgy than usual.

“Hi Allan, sorry I was a bit distant last night,” She said with a nervous little laugh. “Your news about Canada took me a bit by surprise. Why don’t you come over again tonight and we can have a drink and discuss it again.”

“Sure,” I replied. “See you then.”

That night after work I went round at about 8 O’clock. As usual Ellen was dressed in her normal sombre clothes, but again her manner seemed different to usual. She seemed nervous and edgy, and I had never seen her like that before. Even before our university exams when the rest of us were bouncing off the walls she had been serenely calm. Not now though, she looked like someone about to take the biggest exam of her life.

“Are you OK Ellen?” I asked, concerned about my friend. “You seem a little worried.”

“No,” She replied a bit too quickly. “I am fine, would you like a drink of wine?”

“Sure,” I replied as she filled my glass.

The wine was pretty good and after a while I began to feel more relaxed. Ellen still seemed nervous for some reason it didn’t bother me too much. Then I began to feel more and more tired.

“I think I had better get home Ellen,” I said sleepily. “I feel really tired for some reason.”

I tried to get up but my legs would barely support me. Surely I hadn’t drunk that much wine! Ellen jumped up to support me.

“I don’t think you are in any fit state to make it home,” She said. “You had better stay here.”

Through the fast descending haze she led me to the bedroom and over to the bed. I fell down on to the bed and immediately lost consciousness.

After an hour or so I gradually began to surface. As my head cleared I managed to open my eyes and realised I was still in Ellen’s room, though it was too dark to see clearly. I tried to move but for some reason I couldn’t move my arms or legs. After several minutes I shook myself out of my stupor and looked around to see what had happened. I almost died of shock when I looked down to see my body, naked apart from my boxer shorts, spread eagle on the bed with both my hands and feel zip tied tightly to the corners of the bed. I could barely move an inch!

I just lay there for several more minutes unable to comprehend what had happened. Was this a dream? I shook my head to try and wake up but nothing happened. This was no dream.

“Ellen,” I said weakly. “Help please, are you there.” There was no answer so I shouted louder. I heard someone moving outside and slowly the door opened. I saw a figure move slowly in, but it was too dark to see who it was. I caught a whiff of perfume, which surprised me, as I had never known Ellen to use any.

“Ellen, is that you?” I said, wide awake now and a little angry and embarrassed by the situation. “What it this about?”

The figure said nothing, but moved over to the light and slowly turned up the dimmer switch. I looked on in awe as the light increased revealing my captor. It was indeed Ellen, but this not my studious childhood best friend, this was someone completely different.

For the first time in years I saw her with her hair hanging down round her shoulders. She had obviously just been to the hairdressers as the cut was perfect with not a hair out of place. Her glasses had been discarded, instead her face was perfectly made up with just the correct amount of eye make up and lipstick. Her eyes, normally hidden behind her glasses were large and deep brown with big dilated pupils in the dim light. She looked very nervous, even scared, but determined all the same.

As my eyes travelled down her body I had even more of a shock. Instead of her normal trousers she wore a short and very tight black mini skirt with high heels on her feet. I had not seen her legs for years and though there were not particularly long I was staggered how shapely they were now they were revealed in all their glory. I was even more amazed as my eyes moved up. Instead of her usual jumper she wore a tight short sleeved Lycra T-shirt which stopped just above her belly button to reveal a lovely belly, not flat but nicely plump and curved. The top of the T-shirt was very low cut and my eyes almost popped out of their sockets at the huge expanse of cleavage on display. I had though Ellen may have had a decent sized rack hiding under her unflattering clothes, but this went beyond all expectations. Basically her tits were huge and bulged out provocatively from her skimpy top. As a confirmed “tit man” I couldn’t help but openly gaze at her chest.

Ellen could see the look of desire on my face and the fear in her eyes was replaced with confidence.

“Do you like what you see Allan, I can see you do” she whispered softly, her tone playful and provocative, nothing like the Ellen I knew at all.

“I had my hair done and put on make up and these clothes especially for you. You are the first person to see me like this. I am so glad you like it. Why don’t I give you a better look.”

She slowly strolled over to the bed and turned round as she did giving me a look at her all the way round. Her backside looked heavenly in the tight skirt and the absence of a visible panty line revealed she was either wearing a thong or no panties at all! She came right over to me and bent over the bed, giving me a close up view of the tops of her tits, which were so voluptuous I could have drowned in them. I felt the first familiar stirrings in my loins as I gazed at that heavenly chest. For a moment I couldn’t speak. I was not sure which shocked me more, the whole situation I was in or the fact that I was becoming sexually aroused by it. This was my best friend for goodness sake!

“Ha Ha Ellen, very good,” I laughed nervously. “Good joke, now can you please untie me and let me up.”

“Oh no not yet,” she replied. “You see, I have been dreaming about having you in this position for a long, long time. I never had the nerve to do anything about it before. I was too afraid it would affect our friendship. However if you are flying off to Canada soon I have to do something about it now. Just relax and enjoy it.”

“Ellen please,” I gasped, panic creeping into my voice. I was caught totally off guard by this and completely at her mercy. “How did you get me like this, did you drug me?” I could scarcely believe my mild mannered friend was capable of that.

“Yes, it was the only was I could think of to get you where I wanted you. After all you are so big and strong and I am just a little girl. Or perhaps not so little.”

With an evil smile she reached up and cupped her overflowing bosom with both hands pressing up so even more of her luscious boob meat overflowed from the tight confines of her T-shirt. I couldn’t help myself and gazed at her gorgeous tits, wanting to bury my face deep into them.

“Oh you really like these don’t you,” she laughed, massaging her boobs gently. “How would you like a closer look?”

With that she reached down and unzipped her skirt, stepping out of it before quickly peeling the tight T-shirt off her bulging chest. Now she stood naked in front of me apart from a very brief black thong and equally skimpy black push up bra. The bra looked several sizes too small for her, and the skimpy lace cups barely covered her areolae. The sight really blew me away and all I could do was lie there with my mouth open in amazement. Ellen had a truly beautiful body, why had I never seen this before? She was not the tallest girl and carried a bit of excess weight, but for some reason this made her even more attractive to me. My own body was betraying me now and the faint stirring in my loins were now turning into something much more serious. I felt the head of my cock start to swell and move upwards inside my tight boxers, if I was not careful I would have a full erection soon and I had no idea how Ellen would respond to that.

“Do you like my underwear Allan?” she said sweetly. “I asked the girl in Ann Summers to give me a bra that would make my boobs look as big as possible and this is what I got. To be honest I think it is a bit small for me and it isn’t too comfortable but it certainly looks good. It took me weeks to build up the courage to go in and buy it but the look on your face makes all that worthwhile.”

“But.. but..” I stammered. “This is nothing like you Ellen, you never wear sexy clothes. What has come over you?”

For a second Ellen seemed to lose her hard fought sexual confidence, and the demure Ellen of old returned.

“I have never had a lot of confidence in myself as a woman,” she whispered. “In my academic life I have always been in control, but as far as relationships goes I have never really had much courage. I guess it comes from being teased at school. I was the fat ugly girl with the braces and specs, and the class swat who always knew the answers. When I got older and my chest began to grow I dreaded gym time as the other girls used to make fun of me, calling me a cow with my big udders. I started wearing a minimiser bra when I was 12 years old and always wore thick jumpers to hide my chest as much as possible. I threw myself into my academic work to try and get away from my feelings of physical self-loathing and ended up where I am now. I am 25 years old and never even kissed a boy, much less had sex.”

Despite my own precarious situation as I heard this I felt so sorry for her. She was my best friend and this was a side of her I had never even seen before. I felt guilty about the way I had treated her in the past, going off with the lads and my previous girlfriends, leaving her to study alone in the library. However Ellen wasn’t finished with her story.

“My lack of confidence didn’t stop me having urges though. My sex drive has always been high and I have had to satisfy it all these years with toys and videos. I felt so self conscious going into sex shops to buy my toys and videos, but the release they gave me helped to maintain my outward appearance as a sexless academic which is the only way I feel comfortable interacting with other people. Everyone apart from you, that is. I have fancied you for as long as I can remember and always wanted to do something about it, but I was so scared it would affect our friendship if you weren’t interested. I deluded myself that eventually we would get together, but now you are going to Canada and I might never see you again. I had to get up the courage to do something.”

“Well drugging me, stripping me naked and tying me down is certainly something,” I laughed nervously. “I had no idea you felt that way Ellen, let me up and we can talk about it.”

For a second I thought she would relent, but once again I saw an unfamiliar naughty look on her face and I knew I was not going to get away that easily.

“I want to play a little game with you first Allan. If you play well I will let you up and you can leave if you want, but if you lose the game then I just might keep you here all night to do what I like with you.”

Ellen climbed on to the bed and straddled me so that her panty-covered crotch was just inches from the rapidly enlarging bulge in my boxers. She bent over so her glorious tits were now almost touching my chest. Her cleavage seemed to go on forever and if my hands were free I don’t think I could have resisted touching those marvellous mammeries. Ellen could see my obvious arousal and seemed to enjoy it.

“The rules of the game are this,” she said. “For the next half hour I am going to tease you and try to arouse you sexually to the point of orgasm. I have split the game into three rounds. Every 10 minutes I will give you a 30-second break before I start doing something different to you. Now a short, fat, inexperienced girl like me shouldn’t be that much of a turn on for you, considering how experienced you are and how gorgeous some of your past girlfriends have been. You should be able to last thirty minutes no problem. If you are a good boy have not came in that time I will let you go. However if you are a bad boy and mess up my bed or me with your cum then you obviously have self control problems and will need to stay here until you learn to control yourself better. OK.”

“Ellen, you don’t have to do this. We can talk about it like adults,” I pleaded with her. Considering how aroused I was already I doubted I could last thirty minutes, even though my staying power was normally very good. I hadn’t slept with a girl for several months, and had been feeling a bit sexually frustrated anyway, this was the last thing I needed.

Ellen just laughed. She lowered herself till her bra was touching my chest and slowly slid down by body. As her panties rubbed across my boxers on the way down my cock began swelling massively as more and more blood coursed into that area. She paused for a moment, and rubbed her thinly covered pussy against the front of my now obscenely swollen boxers.

“You are hard already,” she laughed. “Now that really isn’t a good start is it. Your cock does feel nice though. I can’t wait for a closer look.”

She slid all the way down so her face was now level with my groin. She reached over to her bedside drawer and brought out a bottle of baby oil. She saw the look of horror on my face and laughed again.

“Just a little lubrication to help us out baby,” She cooed. “We don’t want any nasty friction to spoil the fun.”

With that she stuck the top of the bottle up the leg of my boxers and squeezed about a quarter of the contents inside. Within seconds my boxers were soaked in oil and had turned almost transparent so the swollen purple head of my cock was visible through the thin garment. She began languidly stroking my cock through the sopping, oily material. Within ten seconds I had a full raging erection which threatened to burst out of my boxers.

“That is a nice cock Allan,” she breathed. “I had hoped you would be this big. Now I want to see it better.”

With that she reached down and brought out a pair of scissors. I felt a moment of sheer panic, as any man would do with cutting implements to close to his manhood. Ellen just laughed at my discomfort and proceeded to cut my boxers off me. Within seconds she had the garment off and flung across the far side of the room. She gazed at my throbbing, rock hard member with undisguised lust.

“Oh that is so nice and big and hard,” She moaned. “I can’t believe a short, fat girl like me has done that to you. Perhaps it is my tits. I know some men will forgive any shortcomings in a woman if she has big tits. You aren’t a tit man are you Allan?”

All I could do was nod dumbly.

“Oh dear, you will struggle with the second part of the game then,” she continued. “That is if you even survive the first one.”

Then to my amazement she lowered her head, opened up and took the head of my cock into her mouth. She used her tongue to stimulate the sensitive head as she moved her lips up and down the shaft. With her hands she rubbed my aching balls which felt more full of sperm than they ever had in my life. Some of my previous girlfriends had given me great head in the past but considering it was Ellen’s first time at it she was very good indeed. She must have learned a lot from her porno books and videos, perhaps she had even practised on a dildo! Also the fact that this was Ellen, my plain-jane friend, who was giving me the blowjob seemed to make it all the more enjoyable.

Within a minute I felt the cum begin to rise up the shaft of my cock, and my balls started to tighten in anticipation of emptying their huge load. I had never had a problem with premature ejaculation before, indeed I prided myself on my sexual staying power, so the fact I was so close to cumming already horrified me. If I let go now I knew she would ridicule me tremendously and there was no chance she would let me go. I closed my eyes and thought about my old architecture lectures at uni, what I had for lunch, anything to try and take my mind off the exquisite sensations coming from my groin. This didn’t have much effect however and before long I felt like my balls were on fire and knew I didn’t have long. Then suddenly it stopped. I looked down and saw Ellen had released my cock from her wonderful mouth. She nodded toward the clock.

“Well you past the first task, you lasted the ten minutes, but only just. I could feel you cock swelling in my mouth and your balls were churning up something terrible towards the end there. I don’t think you could have lasted much longer, could you baby? That doesn’t bode well for the next task does it. Still you have thirty seconds to recover so we will see how you do after that.”

I felt the heat slowly drain out of my balls and my orgasm receded. However I was still very aroused and I worried about what she had planned next. I was right to worry. When 30 seconds were up she slid back up my body till she was sitting on my chest.

“Seeing as you are a tit man you will like the next part of the game,” Ellen said. “I see how much you like my big boobs even in my bra. I bet you will like them even more when they are out of it.”

With that she reached up to her chest and cupped her huge bosom with both hands pressing up and out, forcing acres of her creamy white boob meat out of the skimpy push up bra. She arched her back and moaned as she did it. Immediately my cock was rock hard again and I couldn’t take my eyes off her wonderful chest. She reached up to her shoulders and slowly slipped the straps down before lifting her arms out. Now the bra was only held up by the tension of the clasp behind her back. With a wicked smile in my direction she slipped both hands round her back and flipped the clasp open. The skimpy cups fell away, revealing her magnificent chest in all its glory. My cock gave a huge twitch and I felt like I could cum then and there just looking at her. Her boobs were truly the best pair I had ever seen. They were lovely and round with large areolae and long hard nipples. The skin was a flawless creamy white with no blemishes at all. Due to their sheer size they did sag a !
fair bit now her bra was off, but this didn’t bother me at all. I am a lover of big natural boobs and fake ones do nothing for me. I would far rather have a set of slightly saggy real tits than huge hard fake ones. Ellen’s tits were absolutely glorious and she could see on my face how much I liked them. Indeed she seemed a little taken aback by the look of pure lust in my eyes. I don’t think she ever though she could have that effect on a man, and she found this newly liberated sexual power intoxicating.

“Well, well, you really like these don’t you baby,” she whispered as she reached for the baby oil and squirted another large portion of the bottle all over her lovely tits till they were covered in the wet, slimy liquid. She began massaging them, slowly at first then with increasing vigour. She moan gently and every so often lifted one to here mouth to suck on a swollen hard nipple. All I could do was flail about on the bed in frustration. If I had been free I would have been unable to stop myself grabbing her boobs and sticking my head between them. Ellen laughed at my obvious discomfort.

“So you want to touch my big tits do you Allan? Lets see how good you are at sucking.”

She bent over and grabbed my head, pulling my face forward to smother me in an ocean of oily, warm, succulent boob meat. I was in heaven. I stuck out my tongue and ran it over her hard nipples before taking them into my mouth one at a time. I bit gently down and felt her stiffen in pleasure. She obviously enjoyed me playing with her boobs as much as I did. However after a few seconds she pulled away and slid back down my body.

“We can’t forget about the game Allan,” she scolded. “The idea is that I get you aroused, not the other way round. You managed to resist my blowjob. Let’s see how you do with an oily titty wank.”

With that she pressed both her oil covered tits together to form a tight valley of boob meat and clamped my cock in the middle. My entire body shook as my cock was enveloped in that velvety tunnel of soft tit flesh and I knew it would take a superhuman effort to stop myself cumming within the next ten minutes. Ellen began to slowly slide up and down, rubbing my cock between her oily boobies. When the sensitive throbbing helmet of my cock emerged on the down stroke she stuck out her tongue and gave it a big lick, which almost sent me over the edge each time she did it. I gazed desperately at the clock; I still had 3 minutes to go, could I hold out? My task was made even harder by Ellen constantly talking filth to me. I would never have guessed my shy and reserved best friend had such a dirty mouth.

“Doesn’t that feel good baby, my tits are so big and soft and warm,” she moaned softly. “I can feel how thick and hard you cock is. I can feel every twitch and throb of your heavy sperm filled balls. Think how good it would feel to let go and release your huge load of sticky cum all over these tits. I bet you could cover my boobs with cum even though the are so huge. I want you to spurt all over my hard nipples baby, just let go. I know you want to.”

She went on like that incessantly and I felt my control evaporate. Thankfully Ellen’s inexperience saved me. Just at the point where I felt I could hold on no longer she released the pressure on my cock just enough to allow me to regain control again. This happened several times and I guessed Ellen just didn’t realise exactly what she had to do to get me to pop, she was backing off at exactly the wrong time. Thankfully the clock kept ticking and just as I was about to loose it totally she pulled away with a disappointed pout on her lips.

“Ran out of time again,” she moaned. “And I was so sure you would not be able to resist my tits. Still at least that lets us get to the final part of the game, and that will be the best part for me I think. You might have been able to stand up to my mouth and even my tits but we will see how you do inside my pussy.”

She stepped off the bed and turned round so her back was towards me. Then she reached down and slowly slipped the last garment, her brief lacy thong panties, down her legs. As she bent over I got a great view of her ass. It was nice and plump, her buttocks gently wobbling as she moved. I didn’t like skinny assed girls, and thought her backside was wonderful. Then she slowly stood up and turned around.

If I had been mesmerised by her tits I was truly blown away by her pussy. It was just the prettiest pussy I had ever seen. She was almost totally shaven apart from a few wisps of hair on her pubic mound and her pussy lips were thick, succulent and already wet. Her clitoris was the largest I had ever seen and looked very swollen, which told me she was as turned on by all this as I was. She climber back on to the bed and straddled me again, dragged her soaking wet pussy up my legs. She stopped so the lips of her pussy were just touching my balls. Then she looked down at me with an evil look and I began to get a bad feeling about this.

“You have done so well to last this long baby,” She purred maliciously. “If you can last another then minutes I will let you up and you can be on your way to Canada or wherever else you want. However the last part of the game is the most difficult and the stakes are going to be much higher then before. You see I am going to sit on your cock and shag you mercilessly for the last ten minutes. I am not going to put a condom on you, and I am not on the pill. Not only that, this is the most fertile time of the month for me. If you do lose control and cum inside me you not only lose the game, you will probably impregnate me with your baby. Now that would complicate your free and easy life, wouldn’t it Darling?”

I could only look at her in horror, stunned by the revelation. I could barely come to terms with Ellen in this new sex kitten guise, but the though that I could get her pregnant tonight was just too much. I was thinking about going to Canada for goodness sake, the last thing I needed in my life just now was a baby.

“Ellen, that isn’t funny,” I stuttered, naked fear evident in my voice. “Just put a condom on me before you start. We can carry on with your game and you can do what you like with me if I cum in the condom but we have got to be sensible here. We can’t risk you getting pregnant.”

Ellen just snorted in a derisory fashion.

“I have been sensible my whole life, it is time to do something wild and irresponsible for a change. There is no way I am going to put a condom on you. The rules of the game are the same. You have got to hold on for ten minutes without cumming. If you do start to cum then I am not going to get off you. You will have to give me your full load deep in my fertile pussy and I could very well get knocked up. Do you understand?”

I was taken aback by the aggression in her voice and knew there was no way she was going to back down. Ellen reached over for the baby oil and squirted the rest of the bottle’s contents all over my still rigid cock.

“Let’s have a little more lubrication to help us out,” she said. “Don’t worry about hurting me by the way. You have a very lovely cock but it is not as big as some of my sex toys are. Even though I am technically still a virgin I do know what it is like to have something big and hard in my pussy. I wonder if a real cock will feel as good as my favourite vibrator. Let’s see.”

With that she reached out and gently took my hard throbbing shaft in her hands. She raised her body up so her pussy was hovering just above my quivering member. However instead of pressing down straight away she began rubbing the sensitive helmet of my cock against her juicy wet pussy lips. She bent over slightly and pressed the very tip of my cock against her clitoris. It was very warm and seemed to throb with sexual energy. Ellen was very turned on by this.

“Oh that feels so good on my clitty,” she moaned. “It is so warm and velvety, far better than any sex toy.”

My cock felt ready to explode as she continued to tease me. To my horror I felt a few drops of pre cum ooze out. Ellen did not miss this.

“Oh baby,” she gushed. “A little of you precious seed has leaked out already. I want to taste it.”

She ran a finger over the tip of my cock to scoop up all the pre cum before slowly sucking it clean.

“Oh that tastes great,” she moaned. “ I almost wish you had cum in my mouth now. No, on second thoughts feeling you explode in my pussy will be so much better.”

With no warning she relaxed her legs and dropped all her body weight down on me. I gasped out loud as my cock thrust through the wet juicy portals of her pussy lips and deep into her vagina. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. I had always used condoms with all my previous girlfriends (the thought of pregnancy had been too scary to take any risk, even though they had all been on the pill as well) so this was the first time I had ever been inside a woman bareback. I was not disappointed. Her pussy felt on fire with a wet pulsing heat, and I could feel every ridge and fold of it with the sensitive tip of my cock. Ellen just sat there of a few seconds to compose herself, her eyes shut and a huge contented smile on her face. Then she started to slowly move up and down using her knees. I felt my cock slide in and out of her wet quivering sheath slowly at first but with increasing tempo. The sensations were heavenly and I knew stopping myself from cumming for ten minutes o!
f this would be extremely difficult.

The hugely erotic sight of Ellen bouncing up and down in front of me did not help my situation either. Her perfectly arranged hair was now wet with sweat and flew about all over the place as she threw her head back with each thrust. Her massive tits bounced about wildly and every so often she would cup them and rub them against my chest or in my face. I loved those tits so much and though about how easy it would have been to explode harmlessly all over them a short ten minutes ago. Sure I would gave lost the game, but at least I would not have got her pregnant and it would have felt so good to coat those lovely boobies in my seed. If only I had known what was to come I would not have held back. Still that was no consolation now.

As if I wasn’t in enough trouble Ellen began talking dirty again.

“Oh baby how good does that feel, me bouncing up and down on your stiff, throbbing cock. I can feel every vein on your thick shaft in my pussy and it feels so wonderful. I can’t wait to feel you explode inside me. I am sure you have so much cum in those heavy balls that you will fill me right up.”

She grabbed her boobs again and rubbed them so hard into my face I could barely breathe. Her nipples were rock hard, perhaps even has hard as my cock, as they raked against my skin.

“Feel my big titties bouncing up and down baby,” She gasped, getting louder and louder. “I know how much you like them. Imagine how big they will be in nine months when the are full of milk to feed our baby. I will let you feed off them as well if you are a good boy and keep me satisfied during my pregnancy. I think I will be a horny pregnant bitch. Imagine this plump little belly all swollen up with your child. Everyone at uni will know what a bad girl I have been; getting myself knocked up when I am not married. They will all wonder who the father is. Oh baby please cum inside me, I need to feel you explode deep in my pussy. I need you to knock me up now!”

Her ranting became more incoherent as the tempo her thrusting increased. I could feel from the throbbing inside her vagina that she was close to cumming herself, but I just lay there in awe of her sheer ferocity. None of my previous girlfriends had been anything like this. I could feel my self-control wither under the onslaught of this sexual energy. Her vaginal muscles were clamping on to my poor cock like a vice and I knew I could not hold out much longer. I glanced desperately at the clock. There was only 30 seconds or so to go but I was only about10 seconds away from cumming.

“Ellen, you have to get off, I am going to cum,” I screamed in anguish. “I can’t get you pregnant please get off.”

But Ellen was too caught up in her own pleasure to listen. With exactly 20 seconds left on the clock I felt Ellen’s pussy begin to spasm rapidly as her cataclysmic orgasm began. Her internal muscles clamped down on me even harder and on her down stroke I felt the tip of my cock brush her cervix. This was more then my poor over stimulated cock could take. With a cry of horror I felt the first familiar pulse from deep in my groin as my balls tensed up to release their first load of potent seed. I felt cum ripple up through my quivering member and explode through the swollen tip, ejaculating right beside my lover’s cervix, the optimum position for conception. My orgasm seemed to build and build with every contraction as spurt after spurt of white hot cum sprayed deep into Ellen’s ripe fertile womb. I couldn’t hold back any longer and started thrusting my hips up to meet her, grinding my groin against hers. Ellen must have felt this, even in the midst of her own orgasm.

“Oh baby I can feel you cumming,” She gasped at the top of her voice, so loud I was sure the neighbours would hear. “Give it all to me darling, I want you to empty those balls deep inside me. I don’t want one drop of sperm left when you are done.”

She reached between our bodies and began massaging my balls as if trying to coax even more cum out of them. It worked. I felt my orgasm reach an even higher level and the force of my ejaculations increased even further. By now her womb was filled to the brim with my seed and it had started to leak out between our bodies with each thrust of our groins. Still my orgasm seemed to grow and it felt like all my insides were getting sucked into my balls and sprayed deep inside my fertile lover.

Finally I collapsed against the bed, totally spent and my balls completely empty. I looked up at the clock to see the half-hour just elapse. Unfortunately I hadn’t been able to hold on and had lost the game as well as potentially getting Ellen pregnant. What would she have in store for me as punishment for my poor self-control? I looked over at Ellen. She was still coming down from her own orgasm, which must have been an epic, and the look of pure joy and contentment on her face was wonderful to watch. However slowly the look of rapture seemed to drift away. Her eyes began to focus on me and her bottom lip started to quiver. Suddenly she burst into tears. She jumped off the bed and ran out of the room, leaving me still tied up.

“Ellen what is wrong,” I shouted after her. “Please you have to let me up.”

I lay there for several minutes trying to come to terms with what had happened. I shouted out for Ellen but there was no reply. Finally after about 15 minutes she slowly walked back into the room. The sex kitten I had been with previously was completely gone, Ellen of old was back. Her hair was up, and her normal austere clothing was back in place. She wore her glasses and had removed all trace of make up from her face, which was red and blotchy from crying. Without a word she came over and cut my restraints, finally letting me sit up. At no time did she look directly at me, as if she was ashamed to make eye contact. I had to break the awkward silence. I knew I should be angry about what had happened but seeing her this upset took all my anger away

“So what about my punishment,” I said jokingly. “I did lose the game after all.”

Ellen finally looked me in the eye, tears now running down her face.

“Allan I am so sorry about what I have done to you,” she sobbed. “You are the only real friend I have ever had and I have loved you for as long as I can remember. I always dreamed we would get married and I would have your baby. I have always wanted a baby but the over last few years the desire has become so irresistibly strong I could think of little else. I didn’t want just anyone’s baby though; it had to be yours.
I always held on to the hope that we would get together some day, but when I found out you were going to Canada I could see all my dreams slipping away. All my rational, sensible thoughts were swept up in my desire to get pregnant and the game we played was the only way I could think of to make it happen.”

I just sat quietly. I still couldn’t believe she had felt this way about me for all these years and I had never noticed. I went to say something, but she stopped me, she hadn’t finished yet.

“The game was a fix,” she continued. “I could have brought you to orgasm easily with my mouth or my tits, but I kept stopping at the last minute until you were inside me. I did it that way so I could delude myself into thinking you were partly to blame for me getting pregnant, that it was just by chance you came in my pussy and not somewhere else. That is a lie however. What I did was no better than rape, and rape is no way to make a baby. I will go to the chemist straight away and get the morning after pill, so you don’t have to worry about that. I just hope you can someday forgive me.”

She cut the last of my restraints and tried to run away, but before she could I caught her. I felt no anger towards her now, only compassion. I was still confused about my feelings though and I wanted time to think things through.

“Ellen, wait, please listen to me,” I said looking her straight in the eye. “This is a lot for me to take in. I never dreamt you felt like this about me. I tell you what, don’t bother going to the chemist just now. The morning after pill works up to 48 hours after sex so we have a little time to think about what has happened. Just give me till tomorrow night and we will talk about it then.”

She looked surprised by my reaction and just nodded dumbly.

I gathered up my clothes and left, giving her a supportive smile as I went past. She looked so small and fragile now, nothing like the sexually confident bombshell she had been less than an hour before. For the next day all I could think about was what had happened. I knew that in my own way I had always loved Ellen. We got on so well and our friendship was the strongest I had ever had. I had just never had any sexual feelings towards her before. However the woman I had shared a bed with the previous night was like a different person. Even thinking about her got me rock hard in seconds and I desired her more than any other woman I had ever met. It was almost like they were two separate people, but I knew that I loved them both. I made my decision and that evening went round to Ellen’s flat.

I knocked on the door and she let me in straight away. She had composed herself by now, but still looked both nervous and ashamed in my presence. Her eyes were downcast as she waited for me to speak. I took a deep breath.

“Ellen, firstly I would like to apologise to you,” I began. Ellen looked up immediately, surprised and slightly shocked. “I used our friendship to help me with my studies and my career for all these years, but socially I never treated you as an equal. I went off with the lads and my girlfriends and left you alone so many times. If I am being honest I have to admit I did have an inkling that you were attracted to me, but I put it to the back of my mind. I guess that was because I have always been attracted to shallow but more obviously sexy, confident girls. I wasn’t smart enough to see what I was missing in you. However the woman I was in bed with last night was something else. She got me aroused in ways I have never dreamed of before, and I would love to spend a lot more time with her and with you. I have decided not to got to Canada after all.”

“Oh Allan,” Ellen gasped, unable to believe what she was hearing. “I can’t believe you would even want to know me after what I have done, much less go out with me. I promise you I will never do anything like what I did last night again.”

I stepped forward and pulled her close me, kissing her hard on the lips, my hands running over her wonderful voluptuous body. After a minute I broke the kiss.

“And what if I like what you did last night,” I said suggestively. “What if I want you to do it again.”

She smiled sexily and in an instant the sex goddess I had made love to the previous night was back.

“I think that can be arranged,” she replied provocatively as she kissed me back, snaking her hand between my legs and squeezing my already hardening cock.

We were never sure if Ellen did get pregnant during that first spectacular encounter, as we had unprotected sex at least twice a day for the next two weeks after that. Unsurprisingly Ellen missed her next period and in nine months she gave birth to the first of our 4 children. As promised she had a massive sexual appetite when pregnant, one I was happy to satisfy. Our families were delighted that we had finally got together. They were a bit shocked by the suddenness of it all, and Ellen getting pregnant before we were married, however we rectified that soon after our first child was born. Eventually Ellen rose to head of the university faculty. With my help she began to become more sexually confident in her everyday life and even started wearing make up and more fashionable clothes to work. Despite she is still rather reserved in the company of others and only I know how exciting she can be in the privacy of our bedroom. I progressed well at work and as it turned out the C!
anada office never materialised. It had just been a whimsical idea the MD had come up with which never amounted to anything. However I was always grateful to him for coming up with it. If it hadn’t been for that silly idea I might have missed out on the best thing in my life.