Chapter 15
The boy gave a convulsive jerk and opened his eyes. "Whaaaa?" he said. Then he was fully awake and staring at the hand that was squeezing his cock. "What the hell you doing?" he demanded. "That hurts."
Ella explained her reasons. "The women's magazines all say that's the only way to stop an orgasm," she concluded. I'm sorry I hurt you but I thought it'd be a shame to waste it on a dream when I'm right here."
"Yeaaaaaahhh!" the boy enthused. "Damn, what time is it?" He rubbed his eyes. "I was only gonna rest a minute before I turned you over," he elaborated.
Ella guessed the storm-and other activities-had left the boy as exhausted as she. But the boy had rested now. So had she.
"You hurt it," he pouted.
"So I'll kiss it," she replied. Saying it, she realized what she was saying but it was too late to stop herself. Silently, she repeated her vow to try everything at least once before she died.
"Promise?" he asked.
Ella tried to smile as he nodded. She had expected the boy to spread his legs and wait for her to start gobbling. Instead, he got silently from the bed and headed for the bathroom. Moments later she heard him taking a shower. It seemed like an eminently sensible idea. Ella was already naked. She padded into the bathroom and joined him.
They spent a happy quarter of an hour soaping one another, scrubbing and rubbing. The boy once more did his finger-douche trick, forcing warm water up her pussy with his cupped hand until Ella was hard put to keep from coming right there in the shower. She concentrated on the boy's lovely cock, soaping it, washing it, rinsing it, caressing it, running a wet soapy hand over the bared knob at its end until the boy was quivering, nibbling on the wet nipples of her forty-twos and in as dire straits as Ella.
Finally by mutual consent they called time out and began drying each other off. With one still tiny practical corner of her mind Ella wondered if the supply of dry towels would hold out. The boy devoted his usual tender loving care to rubbing and blotting the last hint of moisture from her creamy, unblemished skin. Ella returned the compliment, drying his cockhead before delicately working the freshly washed foreskin down over it. She dried his scrotum, with much detail to each wrinkle and follicle.
The tension grew as they ran slowly out of excuses to keep from drifting back to that king-sized bed. The thermostat had settled down now and the room was at a comfortable eighty. It would be sweltering under normal conditions but, naked and with the memory of snow fresh in their minds it was just right.
Ella swept the tangle of covers from the large bed, leaving only the fitted bottom sheet and pillows. She climbed onto the bed, putting all the grace and seductivity possible into this prosaic maneuver. Not surprisingly, the boy followed her. They lay side by side facing one another, admiring the smooth perfection of one another's bodies. They kissed, swapping tongues with gay abandon and wrapping arms and legs in a glorious, sensual tangle.
Midway through the embrace Ella sensed the boy moving, shifting position. With his mouth still glued to hers, tongues touching, she felt his hands on her hips, then on her jutting jugs as he rearranged himself. She allowed herself to be pulled and pushed until she lay diagonally on the huge bed, feet hanging over one corner.
They broke for air and as Ella breathed deep, inhaling a pink aura of eroticism, she saw the boy now lay with his feet off the opposite corner. They kissed again, once more swapping tongues but now they lay as two swimmers, heads meeting to steal a kiss underwater, bodies stretched at full length in opposite directions. She felt his outstretched arms capture the firm fullness of her full forty-twos. The boy began twiddling her tiny pink, still virginal nipples between thumb and forefinger.
This simple exercise aroused in Ella a sensation so strong she thought for an instant that she was going to explode right then and there, her belly dissolving into a flaming sheet of pink-flamed passion that would undo all the boy's good works in the shower. But before she could melt completely the boy's hands progressed farther into the arena of Eros and he was caressing her midriff, running a tickling finger around the crater of her navel.
Slowly and delicately, the boy kissed, licked and caressed his sensual way down the front of her full-blown body. As he continued his slow sensual slide down her front Ella's face was confronted first with the boy's lips, then his throat, then the smooth, hairless musculature of his chest. As she felt his tongue follow his questing fingers into her navel she saw the smooth hardness of his belly before her face.
She put out an experimental tongue and touched the boy's navel. She was rewarded by a pair of smooth, hard-muscled arms sliding smoothly around the prick-stiffening curve of her ass as the boy buried his face in the soft roundness of her belly and began nibbling at the edge of her pubic patch.
Ella was suddenly engulfed in a great shimmering wave of rut. She felt her long legs moving uncontrollably as her body jackknifed, legs flexing and opening as she attempted to capture that lovely hot-eared head between her thighs. Oooohhhh, Jesus, did it ever feel gooooood!
Taking his own sweet maddening time, the boy nibbled his way down through the luxuriant foliage of her pubic triangle. It seemed to Ella's needful body as if he were counting each individual hair in the pinkish blond ringlets that adorned her mons veneris. Meanwhile, as the boy worked his way down she found her nose being tickled by the close-packed chestnut curls of the boy's launching pad. Something big, hard and masculine was bumping against her forehead, waving wildly in time to the boy's surging heart.
He had abandoned her mons veneris for softer, nicer places between her creamy thighs. She felt his infuriating combination of a kiss and a nibble working its way up the hairy outer surface of one pouting vulval hp and down the other. The great hard throbbing, thumping thing that had been banging her forehead was now down at eye level.
She struggled to focus her eyes on an object only inches from her face. This close up she could see all the minute tracery of blue-tinged veins in the heavily corded underside of his cock shank. The foreskin was stretched until the purple tip of his golfball-sized cockhead peeped angrily from its gaping tip.
She drew a deep breath and blew its warm moistness across the wrinkled furriness of the boy's scrotum. His balls squirmed with delight and anticipation. She saw the head of his cock suddenly flush an even deeper purple as hot young blood surged downward to force his erection to an even greater size and hardness. What a lovely cock this lovely boy had!
She felt his tongue part her nether lips, felt it dart inside to lick the tip of her clit. Ella felt her legs opening and closing without her volition, seeking to capture that hot-eared head and draw it into her deeper.
She waited and nothing happened. She waited some more. The boy lay quiescent, face resting on the pouting softness of her cunt, but he wasn't doing anything. Slowly Ella began to understand the quid pro quo nature of this endeavor. The boy had given her a moment of delirious delight. Now it was her turn to turn him on.
She lay facing the hot, throbbing cock only inches from her face. She knew, in theory at least, what she had to do. But she had never done it. Eighteen years of fucking, she realized forlornly, and she had never learned how to suck a cock! It seemed to Ella that her whole life had been wasted.
The boy's cock was squeaky clean; she had just finished washing it. Ella was not turned off at all. She was ready and willing. But a boy's cock was his most precious possession and it needed tender loving care. She wondered how to do it. She wanted to give the boy at least part of the joy he had given her. But she remembered how touchy old Fred had been. He would never allow her hand within a foot of his precious nubbin. This boy didn't seem quite so delicate.
He was pointing it straight at her face in open invitation.
Ella blew on it and was rewarded with a tightening of the boy's grip on her ass. She interpreted this as a request for more. But nothing is forever. Soon the boy's baton was inured to her warm wet breath. She put out an experimental tongue and licked the sensitive-corded underside of his cockshank. The boy's arms tightened round her ass and his tongue darted between her vulva lips to titillate her rock-hard clitoris. Ella licked again.
Gradually gaining confidence, she extended her base of operations until she was licking and kissing the furred convolutions of his scrotum, running a burning line of kisses down the dense-nerved underside of the boy's marvelous muffin-stabber, ending each foray with a lick and a promise to the throbbing head now protruding halfway from its confining foreskin. The boy expressed his appreciation directly to the tender inner surface of her vulva labia. It felt so good Ella bad trouble concentrating on her end of the game.
The boy gave a sudden thrust toward her. Involuntarily Ella ducked the cockhead heading straight for her right eye. The stretching motion was the final straw that peeled back his foreskin, leaving the purple glistening head of the boy's fully erect organ finally free of its restricting prepuce. Ella supposed she ought to be happy but she wasn't.
She knew from old Fred's oft repeated warnings that the head of a man's cock was tender, delicate, forbidden territory, that it could be soothed only by contact with the well-slicked and equally delicate inner surface of a willing woman's cunt. What could she do for this nameless boy?
It was called a blow job. She knew that much. But she also knew that the term had to be inaccurate. At least she didn't want anybody blowing on her down there. Ella said a silent prayer to the gods of love, opened her mouth wide, and engulfed the hot throbbing head of the boy's hammer. If he winces or yells now I'll spit it out, she decided. The boy did neither.
Instead, he opened his mouth wide, matching his lips to the pouting furriness of her nether aperture. He began running his tongue rapidly in and out her suddenly thrumming vagina. Ella decided she'd give him half an hour to quit doing that. It felt so ungodly good she almost forgot the great throbbing lump of maleness that was thumping away atop her tongue. Now that she had it in her mouth what should she do?
She had to be careful not to touch it with her teeth, Ella guessed, although the boy seemed under no such restriction. He was licking, kissing, nibbling, actually biting at her labia and it felt so good she wanted to help him in deeper, harder, faster! She wanted to yodel and kick her legs and shriek like some hysterical teenager at a rock concert.
Slowly the storm subsided and once more the boy lay with his head between her legs, one burning ear pillowed on the milky softness of her inner thigh. Ella didn't want him to quit. She wanted that lovely licking, biting and sucking to go on forever. Finally she realized why the boy had stopped.
In her ecstatic joy Ella had forgotten her homework. The boy's cockhead lav quiescent in her mouth. She wondered what to do first. Experimentally, she ran her tongue around the monstrous invader. She felt it respond instantly, its firmness grow suddenly rockhard as the boy's pulse quickened. Involuntarily, the boy's pelvis began a gentle rock and roll, urging his rod gradually deeper into her mouth.
Ella almost stopped again when the boy's tongue once more began licking her bottom into joyous readiness. But she remembered the I-will-if-you-will nature of this endeavor and strove to keep the boy's cock hard.
She didn't want any more interruptions-not when she was this close to peaking out on a permanent plateau of pleasure! She ran her tongue about the head of his cock in loving, laving circles, doing her feminine best to be soft and gentle. The boy's hands slipped from her ass and captured the nape of her neck as he strove to push her mouth down deeper around the throbbing, thrumming shank of his thumper. Remembering the times she had struggled to draw the boy deeper into her crotch, Ella guessed she must be doing something right.
The boy's pelvis was still rocking gently. Ella felt his cock slide gently in and out of her mouth, its egress checked only when the great swollen knob of his cockhead caught like the flukes of a harpoon against her lips and the inner edges of her widespread teeth. It seemed to have grown since she took it into her mouth. It was so large now she wondered if she would ever be able to open her mouth wide enough to eject it-as if she wanted to.
To her surprise Ella discovered that she liked the feel of a cock in her mouth. It was not just something she did in order that the boy might do something nice for her. It was, she decided, truly more blessed to give than to receive.
With each stroke the boy's phallus slid from barely inside her gaping jaws to the rear of her mouth where she could feel the hot throbbing of his blood against the sensitive softness of her vulva. She felt as if her tongue and the roof of her mouth had suddenly come alive for the first time. Never had she ever dreamed it would be so delightful.
She remembered ruefully her surprise scant hours ago to discover after eighteen years of ecstasy that there was something even nicer than fucking. Now she was discovering that to lick can be just as joy inspiring as getting licked. She was learning more from this smooth, hard-muscled boy than she had managed to pick up in the rest of her long happy life with old Fred.
She resolved that her decision to try everything at least once before she died had not been foolish. She wanted to try this particular erotic exercise not just onoe. Ella decided she could make a whole new sexual career out of cocksucking.