Chapter 18
Rod tried to remember when be had last dedicated himself to this noble sport. It had been a long time. It was time now, he guessed, to remedy that lack. Or was it? He reminded himself that he was dealing with an inexperienced partner -- one who required the same gentle attention to detail as any horse being broken to the saddle. He didn't want to frighten her. Above all, he didn't want to turn her off from the fine future that lay ahead of this lovely creature in freestyle fucking.
But young people were liable to have all sorts of unexpected hang-ups, thanks to mothers more concerned with toilet training than with problems that lay some fifteen years in the future. He wondered if little Ellie had had her little ass paddled repeatedly and had it pounded into her that certain things were 'dirty'. Hell -- everything about fucking is 'dirty' unless one happens to be in that vast majority of mankind who have discovered one of Christianity's most illkept secrets, that fucking is fun, and nothing that can relieve the tensions and strains of getting through life -- nothing that could cost so little and bring so much joy to life can possibly be dirty or clean or in between. Being a fact of life, flicking just is.
But Ellie, despite her inauspicious beginnings with a hair trigger stud and a failed rapist, was a willing pupil so far. There was no point in forcing her. Rod could feel the tenseness growing in her body, compounded of fascination, desire and disbelief. Of course she liked to have her bare body kissed and caressed. What normal healthy female didn't? And of course she could guess in which direction all this cuddling, this squeezing, caressing and licking was leading. Every instinct in her thrumming body told her it was going to happen, that it was going to feel even nicer than his lips had felt over her mouth, her tits, in her navel -- that she wanted it to happen and soon.
But every girl has a momma and every momma does things which, if she were only to stop a moment and think about how she came to become a momma and how much fun it had all been... Rod sighed and played it safe. Abandoning his nearly achieved goal, he captured Ellie's creamy skinned long slim legs and began nibbling on her toes.
Ellie squirmed and giggled and Rod was so close to the foot of the bed that it seemed logical for him to turn end-for-end so he could lie comfortable while kissing her feet, nibbling on her toes and provoking giggles from a tiny blue eyed face that was now somewhere near his knees. Things would sort themselves out sooner or later, he was sure. But which way?
He got his hands back down where he could cup the firm half globes of her still untried ass. Ellie squirmed and giggled and tried her best to control herself -- not to wriggle so far as to be beyond the reach of Rod's lips which were kissing her ankles and working their lascivious way up her calves while his hands toyed with delights to come. He could feel the firm pectoral cones that had frightened him out of this room a short while ago, now rubbing against the tip of his foreskin, giving him a luscious turn-on with each sweep of his wildly waving cock. Jesus, did it ever feel goooood!
He slid slowly up her body, kissing her knees, moving her eminently edible legs about to kiss, to lick and nibble the tender skin of each popliteal fossa until Ellie squirmed and giggled and locked her legs over his ears.
He moved slightly until he had moved the next step upward on their journey toward mutual salvation, nibbling his way about her lower thighs. He could sense the girl's rising excitement as she realized he had not really abandoned his goal, but was merely attacking from a different direction. The girl wavered between hope and disbelief, he supposed, still all quivery inside from the promise of that warm breath across her bare labia. Rod tried to remember what it had been like when he was that age, experiencing everything for the first time. He remembered how his teacher had kissed her slow way from his mouth down across his body while he lay rigid, suspended between hope and disbelief as her warm wet lips drove him slowly up the wall, making him grit his teeth and clench his fists with the effort not to come before he could see the end of this fantastic game. Would she or wouldn't she? All his life he had heard that word bandied about. But did anybody really do it?
As his teacher had worked her way past his waist, down his flat, hard muscled belly until her nose plowed into the edge of his pubic patch Rod hadn't really believed it was happening. It had to be another of those dreams that were making it increasingly difficult for a teenage boy to get any sleep. Even when he had felt a warm female hand cup his balls, tickle his taint and fasten round the shank of his wildly waving rod, Rod had not believed it. To be perfectly honest about it, he had not believed it even when he felt the warm wetness of her mouth descend over the tip of his tool.
But thirty years later he could believe it. He struggled to put himself back in that same frame of mind, put himself in Ellie's place. She wouldn't really believe it was going to happen. But she wanted it to happen. She was not backing away or struggling to avoid him. Little Ellie was ready to take what life and Rod were ready to give her.
And Rod was ready to give it. He was too damn ready! If he couldn't slow down and get control of himself he was going to cone all over those two lovely firm little fits and disgrace himself just as the car parker and the failed rapist had done.
Get a grip on yourself. It's only a pair of legs you're kissing -- only a fine firm little pair of fits that're rubbing against the tip of your tool. Christ almighty, you're getting all steamed up as if you'd never done anything like this before! It's only a willing teenage blonde with a brand new, never-been-used body and she's naked and she's in your bed and -- oh wow! Rod struggled not to come. Jesus, what a lovely work she was! Not a blemish on that clear skin -- not the slightest hint of sag or wrinkle. It was as if she had been wrapped in cellophane for fifteen years.
But little Ellie was ready to emerge from her wrapping. She had wound her arms around his thighs and was burying her face in them, suddenly as overcome with lust as Rod was. He embraced her tight clasped thighs, savoring the smooth warmth, struggling to get himself under control. Jesus, he was acting like some teenager!
It was ironic after all the trouble he'd had getting it up for the lissome, funnel cunted Vera. Even Rambling Rose with her frontal assault on his cock had not been able to raise him to this fine sustained pitch of erotic excitement. Christ, if he didn't break loose and take a cold shower or read some uplifting books or something he was going to come before he could even think about getting it in.
"Aaaaaahhhhh!" Ellie commented. Suddenly she broke loose from her tight clasped embrace of his thighs. Before Rod had time to realize what she was up to the luscious little lay was grabbing his cock with both hands. Oh wow, was it ever nice! But she was squeezing too hard in her girlish enthusiasm.
Thank heaven for little girls! Ellie's sudden sensual explosion had violated all the rules of the game. She was squeezing the very life out of his poor old cock. But her squeezing had prevented blurting, hurting spurting disaster. Rod gritted his teeth, clenched fingers and toes in a long motionless minute of frozen ecstasy. Jesus, it had been close! Any closer and the game would have been over as a disappointed little girl and a suicidal old man staggered toward the showers.
They broke free from the clinch and rolled apart, still end for end on the bed, and lay admiring one another's bodies. Little Ellie had scooted down for a better grip on his gouge and now lay with her face directly in front of his crotch, studying intently the magic wand that waved in front of her, jerking gently back and forth in time with his fluttering heart.
Rod lay with his face opposite her mid thighs, studying the pouting, hairless lips of her love nest with equal concentration. It was funny. He had been enjoying and giving enjoyment to women for thirty years and he couldn't remember having seen a pussy without hair on it since-since the day he had been five and old Antoinette six, he suddenly realized. He wondered what ever happened to her.
But mostly he wondered if he was going to be able to keep his hard-on long enough to finish off this project with little Ellie. At forty-five, with gray hair on his chest, even in his crotch, to perform satisfactorily with this lovely young lady was a tight rope act, balancing delicately between the woolgathering inattention that could cost him the fine firmness of his hard-on -- balancing between this and the opposite extreme of inchoate joy that overcame him in great pink billowing waves of don't-care passion every time he looked at this tiny feminine perfection and allowed himself to realize that it was here after all these years, that he actually was touching his dream girl -- that her luscious little hairless pussy waited only inches from his face and -- oooooohhhhh!
Just to think about it brought him to the yawning edge of a chasm of orgasm. Shit! He was never ever going to keep his bone up long enough to get it into this lovely incarnate vision out of his lifelong dreams. Ellie put out her hand again and grabbed his cock before he could stop her. Oh shit, oh Jesus! That did it!
He was going to come this time. Clench toes and fingers, grit teeth -- do whatever he wanted, this lovely smooth skinned little gash could pull the come out of a statue! He felt his cock give a colossal leap as his twice-drained prostate gathered forces for still another gut-wrenching cataclysm and then suddenly oh, wow OW!
Once more Ellie was squeezing the bejeezus out of his throbbing cock. He felt a tiny preliminary spurt, precursor of the cascade to come, and then sheer sudden blinding pain as her fist closed tight, squeezing his poor throbbing cock to within an inch of its life.
Gasping with pain and from the sudden letdown after near disaster, he wondered if this child realized what she was doing. That was twice now she had saved him. Coincidence? Or did she think... sadly, he knew what she was thinking: Give Daddy a great big hug. She thought the tighter she squeezed the nicer it had to feel. He would have to put her straight on that before she killed him. But meanwhile, pale and shaken, teeth still on edge from grinding together, he was weakly thankful for her ignorance. His hard-on was assured now. He had fired that first tiny spurt of come. If he could just keep his mind on what he was doing and not let it shrink to nothing, Rod knew he was past the crisis. She might have an incredibly cock stiffening little body and she might be able to coax the come from the statue of any pillar saint -- but now that she had gotten him past the hurdle of that tiny first drop of come without dumping all his load, Rod knew little Ellie was not going to get the come out of him -- not for an hour or two anyhow.
Slowly and gently, he bent his head forward and began nibbling at her thighs. Little Ellie's arms went around his legs and he could feel her rapid breathing as warm breath laved the lump on the end of his lance.
It was hard to believe that he had finally made it after all these years: After thirty years of ramming his cock into women of every age, size, color and creed Rod liked to think of himself as an equal opportunity cocksman -- it was hard to believe that finally he was this close to the real thing. Real thing? The others had all been real things. But somewhere in the cobwebs of his id had lain this dream image of an ephemeral girl -- some perfect fuck out of a mental realm of platonic ideas. For thirty years this faceless dream girl had filled his lonely spells, drained his gonads of the accumulated frustrations of twentieth century living. After thirty years it was hard to believe he had finally found her in the flesh, that it was no longer a dream, that this time he was wide awake and she was real, live, breathing, throbbing, waiting for him to initiate her into the joys of womanhood. It was hard to believe. But especially, graying and forty-five, it was hard to believe that he could get it up so hard.
He felt lovely blonde blue eyed, smooth skinned and perfect bodied, firm titted little Ellie purse her lips and once more blow warm breath on his cock. He wondered if, despite her almost total lack of experience, this precocious young lady might possibly have gotten her hands on one of those helpful how-to-fuck manuals that come in plain brown wrappers. Jesus, what a lot of trouble and fumbling and embarrassment he could have saved if there had been such a thing when he was Ellie's age!
Kids... what a mixture of sophistication and innocence. She talked knowledgeably of rape, yet had never had it in her. She recounted her misadventure with the car-park boy, and had never had it in her. Virgin still, she lay relaxed, no tension now in her lovely clear skinned body as she blew warm breath on his cock with tender loving care. Rod wondered if it was all from his slow, careful buildup or if Ellie had been cheating -- reading ahead in her textbook.
Either way, what the hell? It was time to get back to work. Tend to his end of the business and see what this willing young lady could do to her end, supplied with sufficient and graphic stimuli. Rod got his hands around that lovely, firm fleshed little ass and drew her toward him. But this time he didn't hug her to him and bury his face as before. It was time for phase two of the countdown procedure. Grasping her knees from behind, he parted her thighs and gently prodded and urged until little Ellie lay with her legs apart just like his, uppermost knee bent and heel resting on nether knee to relax with crotch wide open for whatever might come.
Carefully, he worked himself into position until his ear lay pillowed on the tender, sensitive skin of Ellie's inner thigh. Her hairless twat faced him only inches away, pouting vulval lips gaping, waiting. Between them the unbroken hymeneal membrane of, her maidenhead stretched plainly visible.
Rod smiled to himself. In thirty years of fucking, though he had savored all the delights of eroticism, he had never eaten a cherry before. He stuck out his tongue. Ellie squealed and giggled. Her thighs came together to clamp firmly over his ears.