Chapter 19
Now what was so special about that? Ella was mystified. She was not a Catholic. She was not even religious. So what was giving her this sudden added fillip of unholy illicit joy? As if it wasn't enough for a forty-two-year-old woman to be contributing to the delinquency of a-of two minors!
She tried to calm herself. It wasn't as if she had led this slow-witted boy from his safe and assured life of indolence. He had made his own decision-run away from the seminary a couple of days before she even knew he existed. Twenty-four hours, she ruefully realized, before Ella had even known that she, herself existed.
But as long as he had done it she might as well. The boy's face had come up out of her tits. His hand had left her crotch. "Do you care?"
"Ifs your life," Ella said tartly. "Nobody's forcing you to do anything you don't want to do."
"But-?"
"But if you can't make up your mind I might as well put on my clothes and go to sleep."
"Oh no!" the boy hastened. "I want to-" Instead of telling her what he wanted to do the boy was suddenly between her legs, trying frantically to get his cock into her.
"Not that way," Ella hastened. "What's your hurry?"
"Got to get it in before I go off!" he gasped. In something under a microsecond Ella reviewed her options. She had considered letting him fire his first load off target. But, remembering the size of this boy's untried organ, suddenly acutely aware of the feel of a frantic boy between her legs, Ella exercised a woman's prerogative to change her mind. She put her hand down there in the combat zone, captured the wildly gyrating tip of the boy's pristine tool, and squeezed-hard!
"Oooow!" The boy's outrage and pain were loud and prolonged. "Why'd you have to go and do that?" he complained.
"To give you time to get it in," Ella explained.
"Oh!" The boy's brief pain ended and he settled down to the realization that, though his hard-on had diminished slightly, it was in scant danger of bending double. And he was not going to come again for-for at least ten seconds.
"Now move slowly and carefully," Ella said, still grasping his mule-sized cock and guiding its hot, throbbing tip toward the gaping labia of her ready cunt.
She felt the branding iron heat against the lips of her pussy, felt the sharp point of his spearheadshaped cocktip begin prying open the convoluted walls of her vagina and oh, jesus, did it ever feel good to have a cock inside her again!
She remembered the hour hand slowness of Mike's entry as the boy worried about hurting her. This boy was either too ignorant or too uncaring to worry about such things. She felt his cocktip cautiously penetrate her pussy, and then suddenly the boy was not moving slowly at all.
He was not wham-bamming either, but the boy was suddenly feeding seemingly yards of hot hard cock into her, pushing it in past old Fred's deep-water mark, past the deepest that young Mike's prodigious prod had ever penetrated, going so deep into her seething socket that Ella knew this time she was not going to escape unscathed. It was impossible. No normal woman could take all the meat this failed priest was trying to give her.
Hastily, she got her fist between her ass and his descending pelvis. "That's deep enough," she said.
"Awwww!"
"You're the expert?" she asked. "You want to show me how to do it?"
"No but-"
"But if you put it in any deeper you'll hurt me and I'll never let you put it in again."
"All right," the boy said resignedly. Suddenly he stiffened, clenching fists and grating teeth as it slowly dawned upon him that he had his cock more than halfway into a woman, that he had not come yet, that he was actually fucking!
"Think about something else," Ella instructed.
"What?"
"About how I'll never forgive you and never let you do it again unless you control yourself and don't make a mess right now."
"Oh." Still the boy poised atop her, cock halfway in, body rigid with the effort not to come. "Will you have a baby?" he suddenly asked.
"Not if I have anything to say about it," Ella said grimly. She felt the boy's high-explosive cockhead imperceptibly soften. "Now you can start doing it," she said.
"Do what?"
Ella felt like kicking her heels into his kidneys before she kicked him out of bed. Christ! "Take it slow and careful." she managed. "Pull it almost all the way out then push it back in, but don't go any deeper than you are right now. Keep this up as long as you can. If you feel a disaster coming on, stop and rest And remember," she warned, "it isn't a question of how long you want to do it. If you want to do it with me, you have to be able to keep it up until I'm ready to quit"
"I'll try," the boy said uncertainly. Slowly, he began withdrawing.
Ella felt her abdomen collapsing as the tremendous bulk of his cock left her deflated. She wondered if this was what it felt like just after having a baby. Before she could get used to the blessed relief from all that stretching, the pointed, tremendously flukeflanged head of the boy's long thick thumper was sliding into her again. This time he was doing it slowly, carefully. Ella felt her insides begin to twist and churn as her belly tuned up for another chorus of love's old sweet song.
The boy stopped with his tremendous cock two thirds in her. She sensed the effort it cost this hot-blooded youth to refrain from nailing her to the mattress. It was no good this way. Sooner or later he would get carried away, would forget, and with one full stroke of that deadly lance he would kill her.
Ella was tempted to let him. It would be a lovely way to go. But if she were to die now she could nevermore sense the lovely, lively feel of a live cock filling her with the juices of life and love. Still, she had to do something. If only she knew a little more about it. She was stricken with a sudden inspiration.
She debated the usual ways and decided against them. The boy was too green and he would either hurt her or come. Before he could protest she gave a sudden buck and his cock was out of her with a "thuck" like a cork leaving a full bottle. "Turn over on your back," she instructed before the boy had time to protest.
He did and the tremendous cock sticking straight in the air from his lean, maturing body was suddenly the most intensely exciting sight Ella had ever witnessed. She felt her juices start to flow at the realization that she had had that prodigious prod inside her, that it was going back into her again!
But this time she poised, kneeling astraddle the boy's supine body. Facing him, she began lowering her ass carefully down onto the fleshy steeple of his temple of love. She felt the spear-pointed tip penetrate her juiced cunt easily, felt the tremendous, almost painful stretch as that colossal cock once more began its journey into the depths of her vaginal tunnel.
The boy lay quiescent, holding his breath and gritting his teeth with the effort not to come. Before he had been on top of her, relying on feel. Now as Ella poised vertically above him the boy could see her as well, focus his burning eyes on the curve of her flexed thighs, see the perfection of her rounded, deep-naveled belly, admire the abrupt constriction of her tiny waist, run his eyes up midriff to the foothills of her pectoral peaks.
Dumbly, he stretched imploring hands to make sure he was not dreaming, that those twin magnets that pointed at him like headlights were really warm womanly flesh, jiggling cones of sensuality with fullblown lower surfaces, with ski jump upper slopes that culminated in full aureoles and tiny virginal, rockhard and fully erect little pink nipples. As his hands cupped the firm perfection of her forty-twos the boy closed his eyes and moaned his ecstasy.
Between her legs Ella felt his cock throb dangerously. She stopped her slow descent and put her hands down on the mattress to support herself. It was not as easy as she had thought to lower herself this slowly, this carefully atop and around something that was stretching her almost beyond endurance. She felt her thighs quivering with fatigue.
Slowly the boy recovered his cool. Once more Ella began descending. To poise in this awkward position for any length of time was infinitely more tiring than she had expected. Her thighs were quivering and suddenly she knew this quiver was being transmitted throughout her ass, through her cunt to the young man's virgin cock. No wonder he was having trouble not to come! It was as if she were going over the untried tip of his tool with a vibrator.
She began lowering herself once more down the slick length of his glistening cock, feeling her insides move this way and that with mute incredulity at the size of this phallic battering ram.
Ella had planned only to lower herself two thirds of the way down that prodigious pillar but her fatigued thighs betrayed her. Before she could stop herself the boy's cock was still another inch into her-so deep now that she could feel the tips of stray wisps of his pubic hair tickling the tense-muscled cheeks of her straining ass.
She gasped, feeling cock where there had never been cock before. After a moment she realized incredulously that even this deep up her tunnel of love the boy's banger was not hurting her. It was stretching her more than she had ever been stretched before but after she realized it was not going to kill her-after she managed to relax and accept this gift from the holy trinity, Ella realized the failed priest was but one more thing to try before she died. Trying not to flinch and giggle as the boy's pubic bush tickled and tantalized her bottom, she wondered if it were possible for her to settle down the rest of the way. Could she take it all without doing herself some permanent damage?
If she didn't do something soon the boy was going to get restless and he might try anything. He might, perhaps, give a sudden upward lunge of his lean-assed body and drive that dong so deep into her that she could never get it out.
While she had been trying to reach an intellectual conclusion her cunt had drawn its own conclusions and secreted an abundance of love's elixir to lubricate the passage of this prurient papist's prick up her protestant pussy. Once more her thighs and ass were quivering from the effort of holding this awkward squatting position above the boy's hot, hard-breathing body.
And once more she went farther than she had planned. Her tired legs betrayed her and the boy's bargepole slid smoothly up into her until she could feel the bony prominence of his straining body. Ella said a little prayer for her over-stretched cunt and let her body down the rest of the way until she was sitting with her weight on the boy's pelvis and the terrible strain was off her legs. "Aaaaaaaahhh!" she sighed.
"Yeaaaaaahhh!" the boy echoed.
Ella was afraid to move. She had never imagined any woman this side of childbirth could have anything that big stuffed into her. It was immeasurably larger than the tire club Mike had been using to distract her from the rigors of driving in a snowstorm. It was so big she knew if the boy were to turn her over now and go for the fall with a session of ram-slam, wham-bam fucking he would tear something. Why, she wondered, had she ever let it into her this far? Now that the boy knew it would go into her this deep he would take no excuses.
Poised like some erotic statue over the supine boy, she tried to decide what next. The boy made the decision as he gave a little lunge that sent her up in the air. Her cunt slid an inch upward on his greased pole, and before she could stop herself her ass had slid down again with a firm smack of flesh against flesh. It hurt. But it hurt so gooooood!
The boy did it again and Ella, to her amazement, found her body cooperating enthusiastically. She was bouncing joyously, her cunt sliding smoothly up and down the boy's giant jock, her belly filling and emptying with each stroke. Her jaunty forty-twos were flying with such a delightful motion that the boy was hard-put to decide whether there was more pleasure in the feel of her snug cunt sliding up and down his cock or the sight of her jolly jugs jouncing their ski jump contours in time to the lovely erotic friction that surrounded his hitherto virgin thrill-drill.
Ella suffered no such difficulty. The boy had a lean hard body as boys are wont to possess. But not every boy had a cock as prodigious as the prod on this priest. She bounced up and down, exulting in the fine firmness of that papist phallus pounding in and out, in and out in time to her measure and not his.
Still sliding her ass up and down his barb, she began slowly to lean forward, dangling her lovely jugs over the boy's face until he strained to snap at the nipples that raked over his lusting face. It felt so good Ella was afraid she was going to forget herself and fuck the boy into premature idiocy-as if he were that smart to begin with.
Gradually she lost herself in the toils of eroticism, leaning lower and lower over the supine boy until he could bury his face in the lovely softness of her jouncing jugs. Crouched low over the boy in reversed missionary position, astraddle his lean ass, hers bouncing up and down the length of his lance to create the necessary friction, wallowing in a sea of sensuality while the boy strained to drive his cock deeper, lick, kiss and suck ever greater areas of tit, Ella was so busy she didn't even hear the door of her motel room opening.