Chapter 17
Some tiny still sane corner of his mind told Rod that he was crazy -- absolutely out of his skull. He was going to get his ass in a sling -- going to lose everything he had built up in forty-five careful years. What in hell was he doing undressing a teenage girl while she talked on the phone with her mother? Apart from trying not to come, that is, what was he doing? He had his face buried in her lovely little belly, his arms around her ass. She had her thighs clasped over the tip of his tool. He ought to get the hell out of here, establish an alibi to prove he didn't do it, that it was two other guys. Instead, his hands snaked slowly up the smooth expanse of her back until he was fiddling with her almost-nothing halter.
It didn't have any knots. Finally he realized the tight fitting knit fabric must slip onto her over her head. He began working it up cautiously, afraid to hurt those tender, just growing tits. Jesus! It fit her so tight he couldn't do it. He could never get it off without skinning her. He struggled ineffectually and finally gave up.
"Mother, I've got to put the phone down for a minute," Ellie said. "I can hear something boiling over." The girl dropped the phone in Rod's lap where its coldness gave his rod a sudden frisson. She crossed her hands at the bottom' of the halter, ducked her head, and it was off with one fluid motion which did not even muss her waist length blond ponytail. Once more Rod was staring at those prodigious twin peaks which had frightened him right out of his own bedroom. Jesus, what a lovely little matched set of mammaries!
He drew her to him, brought his mouth carefully to the tip of one pectoral volcano, put his lips over her tiny pink aureole and began running his tongue in lovely lascivious circles around her pink nulliparous nipple. He was rewarded by a sudden quiver that ran the full length of Ellie's body. Her arms went around the back of his head, pulling him in deeper.
"Mother, I'm not bothering him. He's busy doing something. No, I can't tell you what he's doing. I've never seen anybody do it before. But Momma, he's busy concentrating on something and I promised not even to talk to him -- not a single word until he's through."
Rod switched to her other nipple and began licking lazy, lascivious circles until the girl's other tit was as rampantly erect. as the first one. He plugged one nipple into his ear, continued kissing the other, and thus did little Ellie learn that there is more than one kind of telephone.
"Ooooooohhhhh Momma!" she squealed. "Ooooohhh yes, yesss, of course I love you!" She threw her arms around Rod's neck and, without letting go of the telephone, was suddenly sitting on his lap, astraddle him, her tiny, almost hairless pussy gaping a half inch from the tip of his thrumming, thumping tool.
There was, Rod guessed, no time like the present if he were ever going to give this lovely quiff the kind of present it deserved. He got his hands around her ass and began drawing her gently toward him. His old warhorse, with thirty years of experience, was aimed unerringly toward the tiny slit of pink dampness between those pouting, nearly hairless lips. She was so dose he could feel the warmth of her youthful yoni radiating love and unquestioning acceptance to the stranger prodding at the gates of her maidenhood.
And that, Rod discovered suddenly, was about all he was going to do -- just prod. Though he had always preferred to find diversion with women who knew the score and had already been initiated into the rites of love, Rod's rod was singularly well adapted for maiden flights of eroticism. His cock was sharp pointed, tapering smoothly to a tremendously flared glans penis which gave him the acuity to prize gently at the edge of a hymen, stretching and tearing gently rather than bursting it with painful suddenness as some blunt-headed blunderbusses have been known to do. But once he got the thin end of the wedge into a girl, the sudden dramatic flare of his glans penis could more than make up in sudden stretching excitement for the initial low-keyed penetration of his sharp pointed prick.
But it was not sharp enough -- or little Ellie was too tight. He pressed, felt a solid wall of resistance, and knew from her sudden indrawn breath, the abrupt rigidity of her tiny body that he'd better stop now before she dissolved into terrified tears. Jesus, was she ever tight! He wondered if he would ever get it in. Could anybody?
She had turned him on sufficiently so that he wasn't worried about that problem. Christ, his cock was as stiff and hard-throbbing as it had been when he was this lovely child's age. He had a hard-on all right. But it was going to take a cold chisel to get into this tight pussied little virgin. Rod felt a sudden sympathy for poor Arthur of the pimply face and hair triggered cock. Even the dirty old man of a rapist was now easier to understand. No wonder he hadn't gotten it into her!
"Momma please believe me, nothing is going to happen. I'm all right."
Rod had a sudden suspicion that little Ellie was wise beyond her years. He wondered. Maybe the girl had not filled him in completely on the story of her love life. Maybe other men had tried and failed. For a virgin who had survived an attempted rape and a bungled seduction she was playing it pretty cool sitting here astraddle his prick, pouring platitudes into the telephone. How many times had she squatted astraddle some hopeful stud, let him do his damndest, and how many times had she watched some would-be stud fire his load prematurely and retire in confusion, brought low by this slip of a girl?
"Yes, Momma," the girl sighed. "Goodbye, Momma."
Rod didn't believe it until he heard the phone click. Christ! Was that conversation finally over?
"Aaaaaaaaahhhhh," little Ellie said. She. was talking to him now. "That feels goooooood!" Then abruptly she clapped a hand over her mouth, remembering the rules they had agreed to. He worked his cockhead carefully up and down her slit, searching for the tiny opening at one edge of her hymen. If he could just get the tip of his cock started...
He found it and began to pull her down onto his spike. Immediately she stiffened, hissing with pain and apprehension. Rod relaxed. "I don't think you're really old enough," he said. If that doesn't make her determined to go through with it, nothing will.
Sitting astraddle his lap, little Ellie looked like she was going to cry. He patted her back and pulled her face to his. They kissed and after a moment he discovered that this blonde virgin was quick to master the art of swapping tongues after her initial surprise. They kissed long, leisurely, happily. Finally they had to come up for air. "Don't worry," he reassured her. "There's more than one way to skin a cat."
Little Ellie's face lit up with hope.
Rod supposed he could lay her out in missionary position and, with the mattress beneath her and his cock on top, it would take nothing but a quick thrust and no conscience to convert her from a girl into a woman. But it might also just be brutal enough to turn the girl off fucking for the rest of her life. If he had learned anything in thirty years of seduction, Rod knew how important it was that a woman never feel crowded, cornered. She had to believe, whether it was true or not, that she was in control, that she was doing the man a favor, that she could quit or change her mind at any moment. So, instead of going at the girl in missionary position, Rod scooted up onto the bed and lay on his side, gently drawing little Ellie up to lie on her side facing him. He didn't even put himself between her legs.
Caressing her tiny clear skinned perfection, kissing her, fondling her symmetrical tits, memorizing the smooth curves of ass and thigh, he got her gentled down just as a trainer calms a jittery horse. Slowly, the fear and tension left her body until he had his hand between her legs again, caressing the smooth pouting lips of her almost hairless pussy.
Gradually all this tender loving care turned the little girl on until her thighs were gaping wide, once more inviting him to try his luck. But Rod knew better than that. One painful prod of his cock and she would be uptight again. And even with this lovely little piece of half grown gash, Rod was forty-five, had come twice today you couldn't expect miracles.
His raging, fuck-the-consequences hard-on of a moment ago had also gentled down to manageable proportions. But Christ, what a lovely little body she had. He tried not to think about it, knowing that a hyperactive imagination can destroy a fuck just as effectively as a talking woman. He gave a wry grin at the thought of all the hot young studs who have let their minds run away with their cocks until just the thought of the wonderful time to come was enough to destroy any prospect of ever having that good time. Little Ellie put out a questing hand to renew her acquaintance with his cock.
Rod took a deep breath and dived once more into tit territory. As his lips locked over one tiny pink nulliparous nipple Ellie's hand clamped convulsively over the head of his hammer, nearly destroying his comfortable hard-on. Rod supposed he should be annoyed -- ought to suspend the no-talking rules long enough to give her a short lecture in the anatomy of eroticism. But what the hell? It was going to be a long time before he got this girl softened up enough to slip his spear painlessly into the hitherto unexplored confines of cunt country. And with a vibrant, taut young body like hers he could gain and lose his hard-on a dozen times before -- before Momma! Oh Jesus!
"I'm afraid we're going to have to call time out on the no talking rule," he said. "Where is your mother?"
"In Vegas," Ellie said. "She's got a job and if the show doesn't fold she'll send for me in a couple of weeks."
Rod's sudden panic evaporated. So Momma wasn't going to be around today to scoop up this lovely little cock-pocket before he could check out its lining. He wondered if he ought to tell the girl about Rambling Rose's phone call.
Ellie seemed in no hurry to leave. He'd cross that bridge when he got to it, Rod guessed. She was studying him with rounded blue eyes. "Uh, can I ask questions?" she inquired.
Why not? Rod smiled and caressed her. "Be my guest," he said.
"Why is it so big?" She indicated the cock she was still gripping.
"Because you're such a lovely little girl," Rod said.
"No, really," she insisted. "Why?"
"That's the real reason," Rod explained. "Most of the time it's small and soft so it won't make a bulge in my pants or be uncomfortable but whenever I see a really nice looking girl I'd like to put it into it gets ready."
"Guy!" Ellie marveled. "I never knew that."
"Nature has a way of working these things out," Rod explained. "Don't you get all wet and slick when you think about how nice it would be to have something big and hard sliding into you?"
"Guy yeah!" Ellie said in astonishment. "I never knew that was why." She opened her hand to study his spear-headed, elegantly slim shanked cock. Despite the distractions, the nearness of this lovely, just blossoming body ensured Rod's comfortable hard-on. "How long can you keep it that way?" the girl asked.
"That depends," Rod explained. "Amateurs bungle it quite a lot. You've had that experience a couple of times already, I guess. But if a man keeps his wits about him and pays attention to the job, he can keep it up for hours -- sometimes even all night."
"Guy!" Ellie marveled. "Really?"
"Really," Rod chuckled, and punctuated his remark with a kiss on one tiny pink nipple.
"Doesn't it hurt?"
"It can," Rod admitted. "Whenever nature makes it big, nature expects it to finish off the job with a load of that white stuff. If it stays that way for a few hours and doesn't get a chance to fire its load, that old warhorse can come down with a charley horse you wouldn't believe."
"Guy!" Ellie said. "If you can't get it into me, what are you going to do?"
"Oh, I'm sure we can work something out," Rod said, and kissed her other tit.
Ellie shivered and gave a little squeal of delight. "Oooohhh!" she begged, "Do it again!"
Rod did. Carefully, he laid her lithe little body out supine in the center of the bed that had lately supported the lissome Vera's palpitating body. Vera was womanly perfection -- what little Ellie would be in another dozen years. And little Ellie was a preview of Vera. Ellie was his dream girl -- live, breathing, wanting, and with a face.
Rod bent over the face and kissed it. Ellie gave a happy sigh and tried to capture him and draw him down atop her but Rod was up to other things. Carefully, he kissed her lips, her eyes, her ears, worked his way down the hollow of her throat until he was darting loving lasciviotts circles of burning kisses around the twin volcanoes of her chest.
Ellie was breathing raggedly, squirming and trying to control the sudden access of passion that flooded her inexperienced body. She was blushing. Blushing not just around face and neck. The blood was flowing through her white skinned body, turning her pink clear down to her tiny waist.
Rod worked his way methodically down her vibrant torso until once more he was augering a supple tongue into her navel -- so surprisingly and delightfully deep for so young a girl. Ellie giggled and her legs flew up in the air. He got his arms around her ass to hold her down while he worked his careful way up and down her ticklish flanks before descending to kiss the firm flatness of her belly, running loving caressing hands around the firm globes of her ass, darting a finger in between her thighs to give her damp a 'sensuous tickle. He kissed the smooth, just fuzzing rise of her mons veneris and elicited a long drawn 'aaaaaaahhhh!' from the girl. He took a deep breath and began blowing warm wet air over the pouting lips of her perfect little never-been-used pussy.