Chapter 16
Unfortunately, Ella's decision about her new career was based on incomplete data. Also, it was based on the false assumption that things will remain as they have been. The boy's cock did not.
She could feel the hot, thumping throb of passion in his young body and suddenly Ella was overcome by a fear of the natural consequences. He was going to come and what was she supposed to do? It was going to be messy. As she remembered the colossal jets of jizz the boy had fired into her cunt, Ella knew that mess might turn out to be a masterpiece of understatement. Maybe she ought to interrupt this joyous conjunction long enough to switch ends. Maybe that was the way it was done: lick and suck away till the last possible moment and then spin around long enough to stuff things in their proper holes.
As a plan it was marvelous. To carry it out was something else. She could feel her belly reacting to the boy's agile tongue, turning her will to an erotic mush as he licked and probed and nibbled, always at just the point best calculated to drive her into a shrieking, wailing frenzy.
But she had her mouth too full, too busy for any shrieking or wailing. The boy's cock slid back and forth over her tongue in a sensual tango. She could feel the hair on his scrotum bumping her nose with each stroke and she wondered for one horrified instant what would happen if she were to sneeze.
It was time to pull out, plug the boy's cock into her ready socket and take his come the way god intend ed-God indeed! she thought suddenly. God had given her this body and these needs. If god didn't like it he could go engineer another immaculate conception. She felt the boy's cock moving faster, thrusting harder and deeper until the great round knob at the tip of his tool was pressing against her soft palate until she was almost gagging.
It was time to stop this lovely exercise and go back to old-fashioned fucking. She was, after all, just an old-fashioned girl. She tried to retreat from the ever deeper thrusting of the boy's passionate crescendo.
And then she discovered why his hands were caressing the nape of her neck. Ella was trapped between the boy's capable hands and his more capable cock. She felt his hands, pulling her head down deeper into his crotch until the hair on his scrotum was bunching round her nose and the lush growth on his pelvic bone was being crushed against her chin. And still the boy thrust deeper, harder, faster!
It was just as she had willed him to do so many times. She wondered if in her eagerness for fulfillment she had ever caused the boy to choke or suffocate. The boy had needs too, she suddenly understood, and his need for fulfillment was filling her too full.
She struggled to complain but her mouth was so full of cock she could only moan. The boy didn't understand. She had been moaning with ecstasy and the boy thought she was still coming, flowing, melting. From the sudden wetness of her brimming cunt Ella realized she was coming, that despite the discomfort of this great thumping invader too deep in her mouth, her body and her belly had surrendered to the boy's tongue.
Moaning and struggling, she moved her head from side to side in a vain effort to free herself of the barbed penis in her mouth. The boy was suddenly moaning too, his swollen cock now even bigger, harder, thumping in time to his racing heart. He was going to come. She just knew it! And he was going to do it right in her mouth and what was she going to do?
She struggled to free herself and the movement seemed only to inflame the boy and suffuse his young body with a supernal joy. His pelvis was rocking harder now as he strove to drive his dong deeper down her throat. She felt his hands close convulsively over the nape of her neck and then he was no longer rocking his pelvis.
Now the boy was rigid as a bull who has just felt the estoca enter his shoulder. Back arched and cock out-thrust, he grasped her head and began pulling her down like a glove over the hard-pounding hammer that jutted from his out-thrust crotch.
Ella felt the great swollen head of his hammer slide smoothly across her tongue, push her uvula aside, and begin its long slow journey down her throat.
As the great gob of maleness went past her palate and down her throat Ella found herself involuntarily swallowing to help it down. The smooth movement of her swallowing musculature was kneading, massaging the boy's cockhead. He gave a little howl of joy and thrust deeper, pulling her head down over his cock until she felt his pelvis grind against her chin as her nose plowed into the soft convolutions of his squirming scrotum. She gasped and as her mouth opened slightly wider she suddenly understood the meaning behind one of old Fred's favorite phrases. Now she was swallowing this lovely boy, balls and all!
She felt the great knob of his cockhead slide smoothly past her palate, deep deep down her throat-and there it stopped. Every instinct rebelled. Things swallowed were supposed to go on all the way down. Instead, this piece of hot meat stayed halfway down her throat for a heart-stopping minute before the boy's hands began moving her head backward, sliding her off his cock.
Ella struggled to contain herself but as the boy's cock began sliding down her again. Her body rebelled and she retched.
"Aaaaaaahhhhh!" the boy howled as her throat contracted around the head of his cock. He gave a super king-sized lunge, pulling her down over his cock and held for a moment of frozen ecstasy. Dimly, still retching, Ella understood what had happened. As her throat rebelled and struggled to expel this invader the squeezing of those retching muscles had been the final trigger that provoked the boy's explosion. She felt the flutter of his cockhead, felt the sudden tremor in his crotch and then suddenly the boy was squirting and spurting, pouring what felt like gallons of goo down her defenseless throat. She was still swallowing and retching, her body unable to decide which way to go with this strange object which lodged halfway down and refused to go in or out.
At least it wasn't hurting quite so much now that the boy's banger was furnishing a plenitude of lubrication for its lubricious entry. She could almost relax now that the super-swollen head of his cock had diminished slightly so she could breathe.
Still spurting, still moaning his supernal joy, the boy held her by the ears, holding her head over his dwindling dick. Ella tried to be philosophical about it. After all, she must have abused him nearly as bad when he was driving her up the-Suddenly she was coming again. And again. AND AGAIN!
Her belly surrendered, spurting and twisting, unwinding and unloading as her body finally reacted in full to the tender ministrations of the boy's tongue. Despite his joyous jock's explosion his face was still buried in her gaping cunt and he was doing his level best to drive her round the bend and oooohhh, it felt so goooood!
Finally the spasm was over. The boy's flaccid cock came out of her mouth with an audible "thuck" like a champagne cork and the boy fell away from her. His mouth came from her brimming cunt and, half fainting from the sheer joy of it all, Ella felt the cool dry air of the motel room on the gaping labia where the boy's mouth had just left.
She wondered dazedly where all the boy's come had gone. There was not the mess she had expected. Then she knew what had happened. She had swallowed it all. She gave a wry smile in the dim-lit room. At least it was neat and it saved a lot of sheet changing.
The boy lay flaccid, totally relaxed, his body as limp as a sleeping tomcat's. Ella lay with her head still pillowed on one of his lean-muscled thighs and the boy's head lay on hers, his ear probably burning a permanent imprint in the tender, sensitive flesh of her soft inner thigh.
It felt so good she didn't ever want to move. She couldn't remember when she had been this relaxed, this free of the eternal ache between her shoulder blades ever since old Fred had no longer been able to massage her cunt from inside out. Aaaahhhh but it felt good just to be alive!
But as the Muslims have been known to observe, even paradise can become boring after the first thousand years and the boy's head was rather heavy on her thigh. Silently, Ella extricated herself from their erotic tangle. The boy emitted a gentle snore as she padded off naked to the bath.
She drew a tub and repeated the boy's two-fingered trick with her pussy. It was amazing how much water she could pump in and out. There was no man's come inside her this time but her brimming, passion-stirred pussy had produced sufficient quantities of love's elixir for her to need this homely douche.
Finally she was clean, satiated and ready for sleep. She went back to the bed and tried to decide whether to sleep naked without blankets in the eighty degree room or turn down the thermostat and cover up. The boy opened his eyes. "That was great," he murmured. "Want to do it again?"
"Don't tell me you're ready!" Ella gasped.
The boy gave a lazy smile. "Not quite, I guess," he admitted. "But I will be soon-oh Jesus!"
"What's wrong?" Ella asked.
"I forgot something," the boy said.
Sudden fear shot through Ella. So this was how it was to end. The boy would make up some urgent errand, they would tell each other lies about where and when they would meet again and she would be left with a head full of memories and a cunt full of longing. She wanted to scream, kick, howl and wail. Instead, she resolved to play out the moves of this charade. "What did you forget?" she asked.
The boy gave her a look of desperation. "Uh," he began, "Uh, look, I know you don't owe me anything but-"
Going to ask me for money! And fool that I am, if he asks for it, I'll give it to him!
"I got a buddy," the boy said. "We wasn't gettin' any rides so we decided to split up."
Ella waited, toying to look patient and encouraging.
"I uh-I didn't really expect to see him again for a long time but then he came along. He was cold and tired so I let him sleep in the truck."
And now its gone. Not just tires stolen! Some young delinquent has driven off with the whole rig. What'll I tell Al? She struggled, remembering she was naked, and managed not to go rushing out the door to see.
"-cold out there," the boy was saying, his voice speeding up now to get it all out before she could say no. "Do you mind if I go out and tell him he can come in here and get warm for a little while?"
Ella did mind. This bed was big enough for two and three was a crowd. But if the boy were out there in that cold suicide box with the engine dead and no heater ... She guessed she might as well give in gracefully.
"Make the bed first," she instructed. "And remember, not a word about what we've been doing."
The boy bounced from the bed and began hastily to spread the top sheet and the blankets she had piled in a corner. When the bed was in pristine condition he climbed hurriedly into his clothes and rushed out the door. The cold air that leaked through the door reminded Ella of the snow outside. Hastily, she finished getting back into her ski pants. She sat before the mirror struggling to get the snarls out of her pinkish blond hair.
Only moments ago she had come with an explosivity she had never imagined possible-one come so violently that she felt as if her last fragment of brain and willpower had melted and flowed right out of her cunt and into that lovely boy's educated mouth. And already she wanted him again.
As if the most virile of boys could recover that soon! And, she reminded herself, one boy in bed was fine but two boys were liable to turn into a snickering alliance against a common enemy-woman.
So what, she sour-graped. She'd already had a lifetime's erotic adventure in less than twenty-four hours. She had already gone well down the path on her new resolution to try everything at least once before she died.
It was going to kill her. She knew that. No woman could long withstand the ravages of too much fucking. Oh, she knew about whores. But they merely spread their legs and let men go off inside them. They didn't put their hearts and souls into it like Ella. It was going to kill her. But, thinking of this goddam strange boy who had come along to screw everything up, she reflected, what a way to die!
She really had to do something about her hair. But what? She needed a permanent. It was nearly straight again and she had showered and wet it so many times that it was as straight as a horse's tail and-oh what the hell! She combed it straight and stood before the heater to dry it. Then, remembering the boy out in the truck, she guessed she ought to turn down the thermostat. After all, he would be wearing clothes. From now on, damn it, they would all have to wear clothes!
The room was still sweltering. She unzipped the front of her ski jacket as low as she dared with a strange boy due any moment. What the hell was keeping him? Suddenly she realized her first guess had been right. There was no other boy. This was merely her nameless lover's excuse to get out of this stifling motel room. He wasn't heading for any boy sleeping in her truck. Already her nameless lover had departed. Somewhere down the highway he was singing the Song of the Open Road. And she hadn't even learned his name! Suddenly Ella didn't want to comb her hair. She threw the comb across the room. She was crossing the room to pick it up again when she heard the door opening.