Chapter 20
Rod pulled his face from the cockpit and surveyed the ruins on this field of erotic endeavor. Even in a dead faint Ellie's clear skinned body was heartbreakingly, ballbustingly lovely. His cock was hot, hard and throbbing. He studied the girl and knew she was not in really bad shape. And now, he suddenly realized, was the moment of truth. He would never find her more relaxed than this minute.
It was funny the way things had a habit of working out for the best. Another second and he would have dissolved in a blurting spurting spasm of orgasm as destructive as little Ellie's. She had saved him by coming a moment before he had. Now she lay loose, totally tractable. Now was the time to do the dirty work.
Hastily, he rearranged her on the bed, supine, face up and legs spread wide apart. He flexed first one knee, then the other until the girl lay in missionary position. She gave a long deep drawn sigh and he realized she had drifted from faint to sleep. Soon she would awaken. He had to work fast. Studying her slight, prick stiffening form, he realized he still had a supertempered hard-on -- the kind he remembered from thirty years ago. There would be no trouble from that angle. He studied her lusciously edible little body again.
She was thin, just rounding into womanhood and her lovely little ass, firm as just-ripening melon halves, raised her invitingly. But not quite far enough. He captured a pillow and slipped it beneath her delectable little ass. Now the taut curtain of her still unbroken hymen stared straight up at him waiting, daring him to try.
Little Ellie sighed and stretched, raising her arms over her head. Tiny, totally non sagging tits rose invitingly. He bent to kiss one and she gave him a sleepy smile of happy satiation. Rod got between her legs and positioned his rod, aiming its sharp tip at the tiny opening of her still unbroken cherry.
There are two ways of breaking a maidenhead, just as there are two schools of thought about removing adhesive tape. Should he go at it little by little and prolong the agony unbearably? Or should he take advantage of her drowsy relaxation and give one magnificent full length thrust? A single shriek and she would be a woman. If he could do it. But what if he were to give one single bull-like ramslam and still not get it in? It would hurt him. But Jesus, would it ever hurt her!
It might drive her clear out of the game. And wouldn't that be a kick in the ass after he had gone this far! No way, Rod decided. Any man who makes a career out of fucking as many woman as he can has to be something of a gambler but Rod couldn't gamble with this lovely little girl's delectable duff. She was too luscious to go making a mistake and spoiling. One more bungle after the forestalled seduction and failed rape and it might be enough to turn this lovely candidate off fucking forever. He positioned the tip of his tool carefully at the edge of her hymeneal curtain and began poking, working slowly and carefully, struggling to pry that superfluous membrane out of the way. Grinning with concentration, he was reminded of the old Arab story about the camel who got its head into the tent.
If he could just get the tip of his tool properly started he knew that sooner or later he would get it in -- if little Ellie didn't wake up screaming.
He pushed and she woke up smiling. "Is it in?" she asked. "What happened?"
"Welcome to the club," Rod said. "You've passed your initiation and you're now a woman."
"Guy!" Ellie said. "That felt good. Can we do it again?"
Rod pushed carefully, twisting and turning slightly to pry his prod a little deeper into cunt country. Ellie's blue eyes clouded with sudden pain and apprehension. "Guy!" she exclaimed. "We still haven't even done it yet?"
Rod smiled in comprehension. She had just come -- perhaps for the first time in her life, and only now was she realizing that she had only had the appetizer. Now she was going to get the main course of their erotic feast -- if he could just get it into this tiny twat.
If only she weren't so breathtakingly lovely, so much Miss Instant Orgasm of 1976 it would be easier but every time his eyes took in the tiny perfection of that flawless body spread out below him awaiting his thrust his thruster threatened to thump out its load long before he would ever get past the taut membrane that blocked his passage. He risked a sudden little thrust and felt a faint tearing sensation.
Ellie gave a yip of surprise and pain and he could feel her body tighten until further progress was impossible. He remembered his no-talk rule and guessed it had served its purpose. He had been afraid she would turn into one of those raucous, incessant talkers who could drain the hard-on from the most virile of studs not by fucking but simply by talking. Little Ellie had done a creditable job of keeping her mind on her business. And the business was fucking. He gave another slight push and she winced.
Was he getting it in at all? He reared back where he could admire the full length of her petite body and incidentally check on the progress of that fleshy spear easing its way into her. The tip of his tool was well into her, halfway back to the flare of his glans penis. One more thrust would do it. But it would hurt like hell and maybe turn her off fucking forever. He relaxed, let the tip of his tool come almost out and Ellie's strained look disappeared.
He ran his hot hammer up and down her labia, lubricating it in the clear thick fluid that is love's lubrication. While Ellie smiled inwardly, her face positively mystic with the vision of joy to come, he once more unobtrusively readied for his thrust. He gave a sudden lunge, not trying to go all the way. Ellie gasped, then smiled when he stopped short of hurting her. Slowly she began to relax again. He had made it a silly millimeter deeper into her safety deposit box.
"Relax," he said. "It always hurts a little getting it in the first time but no girl has ever died or even been sorry she did it."
Ellie grinned gamely but she couldn't make her apprehensive body relax. Every muscle of her lovely hairless little pussy was tensed to resist the entry of this invader. Rod continued talking, meaningless comforting sounds such as men use with skittish women and skittish horses. "Now I'm pulling it out a little ways to let you rest and get ready for the next time," he lied while slowly but steadily pushing his prurient prod deeper into her still unstirred honeypot.
Suddenly he felt it slip smoothly past the portals of her pussy as the great tapered head of his reamer tore the rest of the way through her cherry. Smoothly his cock slid through the now open doorway and he felt it go deep, deeper, deepest down the long smooth narrowness of her virgin cunt.
Little Ellie's eyes opened wide but he knew this time it was more surprise than pain. As his cock went in, in, IN, her wide-eyed surprise turned slowly into delight. "Aaaaaahhhhhhh!" she commented.
"My sentiments exactly," Rod said and continued his thrust. Damn, was his cock ever hard! As it slid into the girl's tight vaginal tube he felt as if he had grown another inch in honor of the occasion. He could feel her flat muscled belly make room for this purple headed invader that barged in like a berserk snowplow, pushing hitherto unmolested organs this way and that to make room for love, for life, for living. "Aaaaaaahhhh!" Rod explained.
"Guy!" Ellie squealed, "That feels great! Can you do it again?"
"Actually," Rod said dryly, "I'd been planning on doing it two or three times at the very minimum." Slowly, he began pulling out.
Tight -- oh Jesus was she ever tight! Slowly he pushed the rest of the way down this fleshy tunnel of love. Ellie's eyes widened in delight and disbelief. "Guy!" she marveled.. "It's not even in all the way yet!"
It was such a lovely tight little cunt that suddenly Rod knew his dream had been accurate. This was the feeling of unbearable pressure and supernal joy that punctuated his dreams whenever his dream girl came along to relieve the buildup in his crotch. But how could a living breathing girl be so good, so even better than a dream? Who cared? He was fucking her. After thirty years he was wide awake and he had it in his dream girl and he could finally see her face and she was blonde and blue-eyed and hairless cunted and oh Jesus, was she ever tight!
Still thrusting, he wondered if he would reach bottom before she winced and gritted her teeth. But little Ellie was deep, no matter how narrow and tight. His graying moos veneris ground against the hairless mound of her tight little pussy. He held for a moment of frozen ecstasy, eyes closed, not able to believe this was really happening after all these years. Jesus, what a lovely little dream of a snatch!
Ellie gasped and he thought he was hurting her, then he saw the smile of joy unconfined that wreathed her face. He held for a passion filled moment while Ellie's little ass strained upward to meet his thrust and draw him in deeper.
Slowly, he relaxed his grip and began pulling it out. Wow! Even pulling out the tight clinging feel of hot happy woman drove him nearly mad with joy. Her firm flesh clung to him, her little pussy starting to turn inside out as his cock shank retreated. He held a moment, feinted inward, gave a couple of short strokes to lubricate her tight stretched cunt walls, and began pulling out again.
As the pressure and stretching of this tremendous invader left Ellie's taut, passion thrumming belly she smiled and relaxed slightly. He held for a moment, feinting, thrusting the tip of his tool barely in and out the opening lined with the just-shredded remainder of her maiden-head.
"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!" Ellie said.
"Ooooooohhhhhhhh!" Rod replied as he began once more to push his prod slowly, with all deliberate speed back up her newly opened tunnel of love.
"Eeeeeee!" Ellie squealed. Her long lovely legs flew skyward, waved wildly for a moment, then came around his waist as she locked her ankles in a loving lascivious scissors. Rod drove his shaft in to the hilt, hesitated a moment, and began pulling out. Ellie was locked too tight around his waist for him to get it out more than halfway. She was gasping again, in the throes of passion as this new sensation filled her body with thrumming delirium, sending her scaling the slippery walls of passion peak, turning her brains into pullulating puddles of prurient joy that melted, flowed, ran in tickling trickles down her spine and out her pussy.
Rod felt his rod laved in love's elixir as the girl came again -- for the second time in her life. "Wheeeee!" she wheezed in happy satiation. "Do it again!"
"Be glad to," Rod grinned, "But if you're going to come with every stroke... " To hell with philosophizing and predictions. Fucking was more fun. How long could he indulge this happy child? To hell with wondering about that too. He pulled out slowly, feinted a moment with the tip of his cock barely parting her pouting hairless vulval lips. This time he put it back in, drove his cock all the way up her narrow little pussy and got nothing more from the girl apart from a joyous smile and an "Mmmmmmmmmmm."
Which was exactly the way Rod felt about it. There was nothing on earth could ever replace fucking. Take all the next best things on earth, food, money, fast cars, boats, horses and airplanes -- everything that money could buy and none of it nor all of it together could ever equal the simple joy that could come from a man's cock buried deep in a woman even if that man hadn't a dime in his pocket -- or even a pocket. All it took was a warm willing woman to make a pocket for his cock.
And Rod was fucking his dream girl. He poured it to her slowly, steadily, pacing himself while Ellie moaned and crooned and begged him to please stop it and pull it out deeper, faster, you're killing me and oh, please kill me some more!
After half an hour of slow steady pumping Rod's back began tiring and he thought enviously of the oil well rigs that bobbed up and down in tireless monotony all around this town. He wished he had that kind of stamina. But he had something better: he had a young, willing girl who was still getting her first fuck and she didn't seem to be tiring in the least. Feeling her ass bounce up to meet him with each thrust, he decided to harness a little of that energy.
Gripping her trim little ass to preserve the vital connection, he began leading the girl through the complicated foot and leg work that was necessary for a man and a girl to turn over without pulling his cock out of that lovely young haven of warmth and femininity.
Finally he lay on his back and little Ellie lay clasped tight to his chest, her firm pectoral volcanoes ploughing furrows in the gray hairs of his chest. He showed her how to bend her knees and bring her legs around until suddenly the girl understood what she was supposed to do.
Rod lay supine, smiling up at the lovely creature with the totally non sagging fits who squatted astraddle him, spiked on his indefatigable erection. His old war horse was back in fighting trim now and he knew he was good for hours.
"Guy!" Ellie exclaimed as she bounced experimentally, her firm little jugs jiggling slightly, her flat firm belly rippling as it swelled to make room for Rod's rod sliding up into her, "Guy! This is even better!"
She bounced joyously up and down the full length of his greased pole, affording him an uninterrupted full length view of his dream girl. Tight -- oh sweet loving Jesus, was she ever tight! But he had his second wind now. Rod could go all night. When she tired he would let her go to sleep with his cock still in her and when little Ellie woke up they could start again.
"Eeeeee!" she repeated, "There goes that funny feeling again!"
"You're coming," he explained. "After you've done it a hundred times then I'll do it too."
"Really?" Ellie's eyes brightened. "Can you last that long?"
"Cross my heart," Rod promised. Feeling the lovely smooth friction of his rod sliding in and out of her tight little pussy, he was sure he could make it. And if he couldn't there was always another time.
"Guy!" Ellie exulted. "We can do this all night and all day tomorrow before Aunt Rose gets here!"
Rod straightened slightly, captured her slim body, kissed her lovely little tits until her perky nipples were firm. As the girl began once more sliding up and down his rod he wondered when he would get around to telling her that Rambling Rose was going to be gone several more days.