Chapter 5
Slow as an hour hand, his hard young body began lowering itself down over her. Then abruptly Ella realized she was going to have to wait still a little longer. The boy didn't trust the evidence of his eyes. He was going to inventory her charms in Braille!
Still moving like molasses in January, the hard-bodied boy kneeling between her legs lowered his face to her. Too far. Instead of gliding smoothly into missionary position atop her, he was scooted down as far as he could in the narrow bunk, poised with his lean ass in the air like a wasp as his face lowered gently to kiss her belly once again. Slowly and gently, he lowered his face until he was nibbling at the upper edge of her pubic patch.
Ella didn't know quite what to do. Old Fred had been an old-fashioned man, just as she was an old-fashioned girl. She knew that men did things like this-but no man had ever done it to her. Fred had had a whole vocabulary of satirical descriptions for this kind of man-the least gross beginning somewhere downstream of "muffdiver."
She supposed she ought to stop him, make him come up on top of her and do it right. But Ella realized she was in an odd position. Beggars couldn't be choosers and she really needed this boy's cock. What would happen if he were to pack up his marbles and leave right now?
She would just die-that's what!
She might as well resign herself to waiting. Sooner or later the boy would tire of these preliminaries and get around to sticking it into her. As she lay back, trying to relax and compose herself for an indefinite wait, Ella realized that there were actually many worse ways to kill time than nude, flat on her back, with a hard-bodied boy atop her licking her belly and nibbling at the upper edges of her pubic patch. If he kept it up long enough-and if he were to work down just a bit lower where she was more sensitive, Ella guessed it was a pastime that a woman might grow to like after the first half-hour or so.
As if reading her mind, the boy began nibbling his way slowly down the inverted triangle of her luxuriant pubic jungle, gradually reaching the front of the pouting labia behind her mons veneris. Involuntarily Ella felt her knees flexing as her ass rose to meet him. The boy's hands slid beneath the firm hemispheres of her ass, caressing, darting into the crack in loving forays that sent her anal rosette atwitter with anticipation.
Gradually his nibbling turned into something else. The boy had a long and marvelously supple tongue. Now he was running it over the hairy outer surfaces of her labia majora, sending shivers through Ella until she had to struggle not to erupt into bumps and grinds and grab his beardless head by the ears and draw him in deeper, faster, harder!
Her thighs began opening and closing without her volition, clasping the boy's flaming ears in loving erotic scissors as the milky smoothness of her sensitive inner thighs clasped in loving embrace.
Each time her thighs closed over his ears the boy moaned and struggled to burrow deeper into her, licking her labia with a fine frenzy. His hands cupped the cheeks of her ass, caressing her and driving her up the wall with erotic delight and expectation. Then abruptly his hands slipped down her ass, into her crotch, and abruptly she felt her labia majora parting, felt that warm supple tongue penetrate into her secret slit.
Now he was licking inside, where the short hairs don't grow, running his tongue in loving, laving circles around the rock hardness of her throbbing clit, up the sensitive inner wall of one labium and down the other, stopping to drive a diddling tongue past the carunculae myrtiformes of her cherry, shattered eighteen years ago by old Fred.
In all the years old Fred had driven his dong in and out past the shreds of that long-captured maidenhead, for eighteen long years Ella suddenly realized she had never experienced anything quite so subtly and delicately erotic as the feel of this boy's tongue in there delicately sorting out those shreds and giving a delicious little turn-on to each individual facet of her pussy.
Each time his tongue ran in a loving, licking circle around the throbbing hardness of her vibrant clit Ella felt little erotograms go rocketing up her spine to explode inside her head. Slowly but surely this boy's tongue was turning her willpower to mush, her brains to peanut butter. She knew she couldn't stop now-not even if she wanted to.
And oh Jesus, how she didn't want to stop! She wanted it to go on forever, never to have to stop feeling this lovely warm smoothness of a supple tongue laving her secret parts, giving subtle erotic massages to parts of her pussy that old Fred's bargepole had never reached.
She realized no boy's tongue could ever get as deep into her as old Fred's fat finger, but she had never before realized how sensitive the portals to her pussy were-how lovely it could be just to lie here not doing any work and let the boy's tongue teach her things she had never known about her own body.
How could she ever have known that the things old Fred made fun of were the real things-the frosting on the cake of fucking? She wondered how many other lies old Fred had told her. Suddenly she caught herself wondering about the other side of the coin. The boy was going to considerable labor to pleasure her. What was he getting out of it?
Old Fred had been funny that way. He loved to stick his stabber into her and pour it to her for hourlong sessions of old-fashioned fucking, but he was touchy. She remembered when they were first married and her curiosity had been insatiable-how long it had taken her to get Fred to let her put her hand on his hammer, just to feel it and admire it and get to know the feel of a man's masculinity in her hands. She could sense that he .had never liked it so she had never done it again. What, she wondered, would this boy do if she were to grab his cock?
There was, she realized, little danger of finding out. He was still scooted way down at the foot of the narrow bunk and with high sides it was almost as if they were in a bath tub. She couldn't possibly reach the boy's rammer without breaking the lovely connection between his mouth and her pussy.
Still the boy licked her, running his tongue up and down her smooth, sensitive inner labia majora, rasping her tender labia minora, laving her clitoris, darting lightning forays into her vagina to poke and probe from unexpected angles, until she wondered if the boy had been born with some sort of erotic rotorooter instead of an organ of speech. But oh Jesus, did it ever feel goooooood!
His hands were currently unemployed, now that he had opened the furry lips of her cunt and given his tongue entry into her secret slit Then she felt them analyzing the burgeoning curve of her thighs, sliding gently up her flanks until he crouched like a praying Moslem, ass high in the air, face buried in her cunt hands outstretched to caress her jutting jugs.
It was, she abruptly realized, the first time he had put his hands on her tits. Little electric tingles shot from her nipples, from her aureoles, radiating down the firm symmetry of her pectoral cones to fill her body with a joy almost as sublime as that she had sensed while old Fred's cock was massaging her vagina.
She realized to her mild surprise that this boy was already giving her more pleasure, more new and acutely erotic sensations with just his hands and tongue than Fred ever had with his cock. What would happen once this lovely smooth-skinned hard-bodied boy got around to fucking her?
She hoped it wouldn't be a letdown. She hoped she didn't know what she hoped. She wanted to fuck but she didn't want to lose the feel of that lovely tongue doing its multifarious thing deep inside her secret slit and reason told her that no matter how young and supple this boy's body, there was no way he could get his cock and his tongue into her at the same time.
Ooooohh Christ, did it ever feel gooooood!
In the background, at the edge of her consciousness, the diesel racketed at a fast idle. Shutters would be closed, she knew, for most diesel engines would not put out enough heat at an idle to maintain temperature. She hoped nothing would go wrong with the engine. But mostly she hoped nothing would hap pen right now to interrupt this wonderful new erotic experience.
Forty-two years old, she thought, and never had my pussy licked before! What a sublime waste. Eighteen years of sleepwalking, of being happy and ignorant under the ministrations of old Fred's cock. How had she managed to get this far along in life without once discovering what it was like?
Things would be different from now on, she determined. From now on, cost what it might, she was not going to turn down any chance at a new sensation. She resolved that, no matter how disgusting or revolting her upbringing might have conditioned her to think something might be, she was not going to rest until she had tried it once. How many things were there in life that she could savor before age and the slings and arrows of outrageous geriatry cut her down?
She was suddenly aware of her ignorance. How could she try new things when she didn't even know how many things there were to try? She remembered once in school when she had been sixteen and a girl in her class had had a book smuggled in from Paris. That kind of book was for sale openly everywhere nowadays. Ella decided it was time to do her homework. She was going to buy a few and read them and learn what it was that men and women did together. Or women and women....
But meanwhile back at the ranch the boy was still licking where it counted, his tongue performing prodigious feats inside her thrumming cunt while his outstretched hands caressed her tits, ran loving fingers around her aureoles to twiddle her pink nipples into rock-hard erection.
She was ready-oh Jesus, was she ever ready! Was there any possible way she could get him to-? Suddenly one outstretched hand left her palpitating breast, ran down her flank in a loving erotic tickle and under the cheek of her thrumming ass. Her legs were spread wide to accommodate his busy head between them. His hand caressed her ass perfunctorily and then one finger was in the crack, tapping gently on the twittering rosette of her asshole.
Ella had never known such sheer, heart-stopping excitement. Now how, she wondered, could such a simple thing as that drive me right out of my mind? For an instant she totally forgot all the lovely things that tongue was doing to her pussy under the onslaught of this totally new sensation.
Great erotograms of joy shot through her belly, up her spine to carom about the sudden emptiness of her head. For the first time in her life Ella felt herself surrender totally and completely to the joy of the moment, without thought of past or future, with no heed of consequences. She didn't care if it killed her-killed her right this minute, but she was willing to die, to live in hell forever if she could just go on feeling this lovely turn-on as the boy's tongue licked her pussy, as one hand caressed her tits while the other tapped out Morse code on her thrumming, titillating asshole-ooooooh Jesus, did it ever feel gooooooood!
She realized abruptly that she was coming. How about that? Coming before he even got his cock into her! This was supposed to be the warm-up, she knew from what little reading she had done on the subject-just a little preparation for the main course. And here she was coming, her belly knotting in a great gut-wrenching cataclysm as the juices of joy flowed from every aperture.
Shit! She was going to be slick and sloppy, so wet the boy's banger would slip into her smoothly, so smoothly she would hardly feel it. Maybe that was what he wanted. Maybe he knew his limitation, that his juvenile hair trigger cock could not survive against the onslaught of a tight-walled pussy in fighting trim. Was he doing this deliberately to make her loosen up so he could get it in and get a couple of shoves before he came?
She didn't know a thing about this boy. Was he an expert practitioner of the erotic arts-or was this plain beginner's luck? If it was beginner's luck he must be an extremely lucky boy, she guessed. She had been fucking for eighteen years-probably two or three more than this boy had been alive and yet with the skill of a master he had succeeded in driving her past the point of no return, of sending her up the wall with a series of hitherto unknown erotic experiences, and now she was coming explosively, devastatingly, her whole body twisting and shuddering, writhing under the ministrations of his hands and tongue, her brains turning to peanut butter and flowing down her spine until she felt her whole body was melting into a sheet of erotic flame that licked and flowed and flickered and-went out.
I must have fainted, she realized. But she didn't have the dull, headachy feeling that comes after a faint. The boy was still there, still licking her sopping pussy, caressing her tits, tapping her asshole and Ella was ready and willing, wanting more, faster, harder, deeper! It must only have been a second that she lost consciousness. But the boy had turned her on so far that her body was not willing to lose a second of this erotic trip. She had come to still thrusting, still grinding her ass against his mouth, still clasping and un clasping her smooth milk-white thighs over his flaming ears.
The boy s ears were so hot they felt like branding irons each time her smooth sensitive-skinned inner thighs closed over them. Oooohhh god but he was a lovely boy!
His finger left her asshole for an instant, and while his tongue licked lascivious circles around her clit, she felt a finger invade her vagina, run in erotic circles, twisting and probing in all sorts of crook-fingered ways old Fred's cock had never stretched her. She was slick, sopping. If only there were some way to wash she knew she could give this boy a better time if she could just rinse out the traces of love's elixir that filled her pussy to brimming.
The questing finger came out of her cunt and the boy's loving tongue replaced it. She felt the finger return to tapping the twittering rosette of her asshole and then she realized it wasn't just tapping. Slicked with her own come, the boy's finger was pushing its way past that twittery rosette. His finger was going right up her ass!