Chapter 19
Look Ma, no hands! He moved in closer, driving his tongue into her secret slit, savoring the clean, slightly salty taste of girlish innocence. Ellie struggled not to move. She too wanted to savor this moment without the distractions that can come from shrieking and giggling and leg waving and -- ooooohh wow!
Rod wrapped his arms around her firm little ass and dived for home plate, trying to ignore the delicious sensation of smooth warm thighs closing over his ears. He wanted to concentrate on that increasingly rare commodity beneath his tongue. How many times would a man in his station of life ever get another opportunity to taste and feel the thrumming tautness of a hymeneal membrane which -- unless the rigidity of his old war horse failed him -- would soon be shredded to those ragged remains of carunculae myrtiformes which his fine old phallus had rubbed, titillated and tickled into passion flushed palpitation so many thousand times?
It was almost worth not fucking her just to see what a virgin looked like. But not quite. Collector mania, like anything else, could go too far. And behind this lovely curtain lay a whole new, never been used stage on which the girl was waiting for him to stage her first-ever passion play. He couldn't let her down.
Let her down -- Christ! He couldn't even let go. It had been a while since Rod had dedicated himself to this noble exercise. Too long, he guessed. Or maybe it was just because his dirty old man's mind was getting its bifocals all fogged with passion at the thought of a virgin. He had his arms around her ass and was hugging her tightly to him, his mouth fastened squarely over the hairless pouting lips of her wide gaping pussy. He ran his tongue lovingly over her cherry, taking time out only for lightning forays to her tiny clit which, thanks to his devoted attention, was now throbbing with a hard-on as rigid as his. Each time his tongue flicked down to touch her clitoris little Ellie had to struggle mightily not to go right out of her mind.
She was wise enough in the ways of thin walled hotels and motels not to shriek at the top of her lungs but he was turning her on so that she could not control the almost constant keening moan of joy surpassing that wracked her firm little body.
Her flat belly was rippling as all the internal muscles of her love machine ground and twisted, struggling to get a grip on something they had never gripped -- something that was still not inside her. Rod wondered how soon her untried little body would be ready for him to remedy that lack.
Not yet, he guessed. And even if she were ready, Rod was not in any hurry. He could stick his cock into a tight pussy any time happy, fun loving, lissome bodied and funnel cunted Vera dropped around for him to scratch her itch.
But how often did a tiring, graying man of forty-five get a chance to lick a maidenhead? It might never happen again. He ran his tongue over that taut membrane, savoring its clean, slightly salty taste, memorizing this lovely sensation of borrowed youth to comfort him in his declining years. It was the dessert for his thirty year career in freestyle flicking: the tiny, almost unbearably sweet little something that topped off a long and memorable feast. Jesus, what a lovely hot lipped little pussy! He drove his tongue into that tiny bit of membrane that separates a girl from a woman, wondering if it were possible to open up a virgin cunt with his tongue alone. Talk about hard-ons! His cock was throbbing, thumping, waving wildly under the stimulus of nothing stronger than little Ellie's passionate warm breath. But even his tongue had a hard-on as he ran it in loving lascivious circles around her thrumming clit, making the girl giggle and squeal and rock her little ass back and forth as she struggled to thrust him into her deeper, harder, faster!
As his tongue explored the full expanse of cunt country between this lovely creature's wide gaping, hairless vulval lips, Rod realized that getting into this tight-cherried creature might take all his ingenuity coupled with all his strength and patience.
Maidenheads are amazingly unalike. Some girls are born with only the slightest hint of hymen -- the vague beginning of a curtain that can still remain unbroken after a royal night of gangbanging. Other girls become women with one quick, nearly painless thrust. And others can require hours of painful patient work before a bloody sheet proclaims an end to their amateur status. And then there is the occasional leather cherried girl who can drive men to drink as they struggle ineffectually to penetrate a membrane so tough that only a tiny quick slash by the surgeon rescues her from the fate of Elisabeth the First, who was not all that happy about being known as the Virgin Queen.
Rod licked and probed, seeking an entry into the treasure trove behind little Ellie's formidable front gate. It should be near the bottom, or rear, depending on one's viewpoint. He poked and probed, driving his tongue at her hymen from all angles in increasing desperation. Christ! He could just imagine a hypothetical bit over the telephone: Sorry to bother you, Doc, but I've been trying all day to get my cock into this underage virgin and, Doc, man to man now please -- you've just got to help me out! He'd be lucky if he made it two blocks before Hippocrates turned over in his grave and the sirens started shrieking.
Son of a bitch! Of all the stupid things to do. It had been a while since he'd been at this line of work but he really ought to know better than that. Rod still lay end to end, his face in the girl's crotch and her warm breath driving him out of his skull. He'd been going at her the wrong way. He drove his tongue toward the bottom of her vaginal curtain, up from his angle and there it was, the tiniest of apertures waiting for the thin end of his wedge. He thrust mightily with his tongue and managed to slip the tip of it past the edge of her cherry. Technically, and just barely, little Ellie was no longer a virgin. He had his tongue into her at least. He wondered if he would be able to get anything else in.
The effect on the girl was astonishing. Here one minute she'd been happily squirming and giggling, clasping and unclasping her thighs over his ears as she blew warm breath lovingly over the throbbing tip of his tool. Then as Rod's supple lingual surrogate launched its maiden voyage past the portals of her pussy, little Ellie's body suddenly galvanized as if she were having a seizure. Trembling and fibrillating like a bull who has just felt the estoca, she lay rigid, not breathing.
Rod wondered if he had hurt her. Could he actually have that much of a hard-on in his tongue? Surely any virgin as willing as this cheerful child couldn't be all that tender. If she was, how could he ever hope to stretch that opening wide enough for his war horse's triumphal entry?
He lay rigid as the girl, waiting with numbed shock to see if she was going to scream, push him away, call it all off. Who knew what a virgin might do? She might be overcome with a sudden attack of prudery or religion. She might decide she was still too young. She might do literally anything! And what would he do -- poor old man with a hard-on like he hadn't possessed in thirty years? What a waste! All the times he'd needed a hard-on and now that he finally had one, this lovely cock stiffening little lady was going to bug out on him, leave him stranded with nothing but the cold callused comfort of his fist. Shit! Still they lay rigid, neither moving as Rod waited for the girl to make up her mind. Was it hurting her? Was she frightened? What the hell was wrong with her? She hadn't said a word -- just suddenly tensed up until her lovely body was stiffer than a discarded paint brush.
"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!" The girl's breath came pouring from her like a punctured tire. Slowly her body relaxed its terrible strain.
Rod still had his mouth glued tight over her pussy, his tongue still probing gently at the edge of her tiny entry. He waited to see which way little Ellie would go. Would she push him away or would she draw him into her deeper, harder, faster? He felt her firm little ass make a tiny involuntary movement and wondered if she knew that her body was obeying an older wisdom and betraying her. Her ass was beginning -- imperceptibly, to rock and thrust as she invited his continued participation in this game of love.
Did she know that her passion knotted belly had already made its own decision? He felt her warm breath flow over the tip of his tool and then as for the first time her lips parted wide and began slowly delicately to engulf the hot throbbing head of his spear Rod knew that Ellie knew perfectly well what she was doing. The sixty-nine connection between them was complete. Well how about that? He was getting a blow job from a virgin!
Well, he amended, ninety-eight per cent virgin. He had the tip of his tongue just barely past her cherry. Now what could he do to remedy that?
Nothing he guessed. Suddenly he was too busy controlling the sudden access of passion that little Ellie's willing tongue was laying on around the hot thumping head of his newly revived hammer.
This neophyte maiden was not an accomplished, no-nonsense sword swallower like her rambling Aunt Rose. Instead, she was satisfying her first-time curiosity with the same avid attention to detail that Rod had devoted to her maidenhead. Little Ellie must have spent considerable time in soul searching while he kissed his way first down her torso, then up her long, slim-trim legs and augered his loving way into home plate. She must have focused a nearsighted, fascinated stare on that throbbing honker that waved each time she breathed on it. She must have searched her heart of hearts and wondered what she could do to give the owner of that magnificent organ some tiny token repayment of the celestial, concerto his supple tongue was playing on her still virgin snatch.
Now she had it in her mouth, was running her lips loosely up and down the head. Her jaws tired from gaping wide and her teeth came together gently over his tight-stretched foreskin. Like some genie at last free of the bottle, the angry purple head of his prick burst forth from its confining prepuce to throb and exult in the soft warm womanly wetness of her young mouth.
Little Ellie gasped at the sudden sensation of all that unveiled masculinity inside. her virginal oral orifice. She drew a deep breath and struggled to wrap her tongue around that thumping thrill drill. Rod gasped and gritted his teeth. Jesus, did it ever feel gooooooood!
He drove his tongue deep into the tiny opening at the edge of her hymen, working with renewed enthusiasm to enlarge that needle-eye gateway to salvation.
Ellie strove to match him lick for lick and Rod with some tiny still half sane corner of his mind had to admit that the girl despite her lack of experience, was managing to achieve a favorable balance of payments in this, her first reciprocal and most favored nation trade agreement. He took a deep breath and dived deep into cunt country and strove to do his best to solve the foreign trade problem.
No matter how hard he tried, Ellie was winning. Oh Jesus, was she ever winning! Her amateurish efforts were immeasurably more erotically stimulating than Rambling Rose's gulping and gobbling onslaught. And Rose, he remembered with a happy cunt-eating smile, had only gulped and gobbled him for one reason. She had thought a quick lovelacing would destroy any interest or ability for his worm to get into this lovely new-crop apple. Rose would be surprised. He fondly hoped she would never find out but...
But to hell with it. To hell with everything but the lovely feel of a youthful mouth wrapped round his cock, firm young legs wrapped round his ears, clean young never-fucked pussy wrapped round his tongue -- wow!
It felt to good, tasted so good he wanted it to last forever -- or ,at least for another forty-five years till he died a doddering ninety and they had to jack him off before they could nail down the lid on his coffin. Jesus, what a lovely little pussy! If only he could keep it up he didn't mind if he never got around to fucking her. Jesus, with a mouth like that who needed cunt?
He did. He needed to lick it, kiss it, suck it and eat it, get his once-in-a-lifetime fill of fine young prime meat while that same meat did her loving amateurish best to thank him for favors received. Little Ellie... Jesus! And he had almost called the county to come and take her off his hands!
The lovely, taut bodied little blonde had a natural feel for this sort of thing. She was going to become a great mistress of the erotic arts if he didn't devour her luscious little body first. God, what a lovely clean salty pussy! And she was licking and sucking, gobbling him with a ladylike restraint that knew just when to stop, when to give him a moment's respite and breathing space lest he come and ruin this lovely erotic session.
Then suddenly little Ellie was losing control, writhing, moaning, half losing his cock from her wide gaping mouth. He felt her belly knot, unknot, twist up again as her legs clasped and unclasped spasmodically over his ears and oh Jesus did it ever feel good. Then suddenly little Ellie fell away limp, totally relaxed, drained and unconscious.
For the first time in her brief, adventure-filled life, little Ellie had just come. She had also fainted.