Elly
by Frair Dave



This gets pretty explicit, folks. Names have been changed to protect 
those who had a helluva good time and maybe learned something, too.
If explicit language describing the consensual activities of healthy
human adults bothers you in any way, please -- read no farther. And 
note: This is not for kids! 














ELLY TWO
     She'd been playing with my dick while I pondered and my cock, which 
has no conscience, was stiffening and my balls were tightening. Her 
fingers were tantalizing my prick now, barely touching it as they moved 
up and down and then sliding lower, between my legs, where she trailed 
her fingernails lightly over my balls. I almost had a seizure from the 
intense lightness of the touch. She squirmed against me, her breasts 
massaging my belly as her cunt drooled wetly on my leg. 
     She started kissing her way down toward my cock, but I stopped her 
with a hand under her chin.
     "I want to give you pleasure in my way," I whispered.
     "This gives me pleasure," she murmured, pressing her lips against 
my abdomen. "It makes me, you know, get over when you shoot your -- your 
cum in my mouth."
     "I know, but I want to taste you, too. Please?"
     She looked really troubled by that.
     "Trust me?"
     She bit her lower lip and then nodded. With my hands under her 
arms, I pulled her up to me and kissed her lovely mouth. After a few 
moments of hesitation, her lips parted and our tongues danced. I was 
running my hands over her naked loveliness, savoring the taut, tiny 
waist and hard little mounds of her flawless ass. Occasionally I let one 
hand wander down between her legs to barely touch her pussy. Her 
buttocks would flex at the contact.
     I rolled her onto her back and started kissing my way down her 
torso. I lingered over her tits again, Magellan-like, circumnavigating 
those amazing hemispheres. The undercurves had -- as with too many 
women, I've found -- been neglected and my tongue there made her shiver 
with pleasure.
     It wasn't a long journey down her petite frame from her outrageous 
breasts to her naval, but I took a leisurely, meandering route, making 
the most of it. Then I headed for paradise. All the time, I was running 
my hands up and down her firm torso and legs and by the time I had 
kissed the hollows just inside each hipbone, she was sighing and 
occasionally gasping with pleasure.
     I slid lower, forcing her legs apart, and then began kissing and 
licking the insides of her thighs. Her knees, wide to either side of my 
broad shoulders, were bent and I could even lick the backs of her lean 
thighs. I slid my hands beneath her and took one cheek in each palm. She 
tensed more and more, the closer I got to my target. Again I had to 
suppress the mental association with a prepubescent girl -- it was 
really disturbing -- and I began savoring the morsel of her cunt. 
     As narrow-hipped as she was, there was space between the top of her 
thighs and the outer edges of her labia majora. Her bush was more of a 
tuft -- and a sparse, blonde tuft, at that. Her pussy lips were very 
thin and her pussy seemed almost truncated.
     I grazed the outer lips with my mouth. She stiffened and her thighs 
trembled, as if she were fighting a battle with herself to keep them 
apart. I grazed again and she gasped that my beard tickled. I looked up 
from my tasty treat. "Does it scratch?" I couldn't see her face; her 
breasts were too large and firm.
     "No, no, it's soft but ... I'm just not used to it."
     "Get used to it," I ordered. "I like this!"
     I went back to licking. I tried to catch her cunt lips, one at a 
time, in my lips and play with them, but they were too thin and tight. 
They were beautifully engorged and she was almost drooling. I tried 
parting them with my tongue. The tongue is, ounce-for-ounce, the most 
powerful muscle in the body. 
     I could not part her outer labia with mine.
     Bringing my hands forward, I used my thumbs to pry those clamshell 
tight lips open and expose the pink tenderness within. I licked and 
laved and trilled and teased and let my breath fall on her little clit. 
I didn't need to hear her gasps to know she was enjoying it; her clit 
was swelling.
     Her legs had clamped on my head and her hands rested in my hair. 
They trembled as if in isometric exercise. She was fighting the impulse 
to push me away because I'd told her I wanted this and at the same time 
she was enjoying it immensely.
     Then I started flattening my tongue in her thumb-parted cunt and 
slowly wriggling it up to her clitoris. By the time I reached it -- and 
it took a good ten seconds, even for that short a trip -- her clit had 
swollen considerably. When I pointed my tongue and began slowly tracing 
circles around the nub, she began to cum.
     I slowed my circlings and took her clit in a lip-grip. She seemed 
to go catatonic. She stiffened, taut as a catgut string, and shook. She 
made barely any noise at all. I moved one thumb over, finally found the 
tiny vestibule and carefully worked the tip into the spasming 
constriction of her cunt. 
     When I pulled my lips off her clit, she sank her hips down -- and 
in the process forced half my thumb into her cunt. She groaned, long and 
low. I wriggled the digit until she came again, this time with her hips 
rocking. Her juices were coating my fingers and matting my beard. My 
cock, hard to begin with, was aching -- no matter that she'd drained me 
less than twenty minutes before.
     I slowly licked her again and she arched and came again -- and then 
again.
     When I pulled my face away, she collapsed back onto the bed, 
sobbing and gasping. I crawled up and rolled her into my arms. She began 
weeping uncontrollably. I was getting scared, now. I held her, gently 
caressing her till she calmed. Then I asked and she said, "I just feel 
so -- so unworthy of cumming so much that way! Over and over and over -- 
it must be bad!" She started to sob again.
     I kissed her eyes and her tear-stained cheeks as she caught her 
breath and relaxed.
     "I never knew I could get over so often so fast," she murmured 
against my shoulder. "But I want you inside me -- no matter what!"
     "I want that, too." No matter what? I wondered what she meant. 
     "I don't have to worry about getting pregnant, David."
     I understood: the cyst removal had meant hysterectomy. I still 
didn't understand about the No Matter What.
     She squeezed my aching erection. "I want this inside me."
     "Wanna get on top, shorty?"
     She giggled, then calmed. "Mmmmm, I don't think that would work. 
I'm kind of...small down there." She pecked me on the lips. "Besides, 
I'd rather be under you, 'kay?"
     I rolled her onto her back and her legs came up around my hips. 
"Maybe. Will you still respect me afterward?"
     "Not at all."
     "Fine."
     I rubbed the head of my raging rigid richard (well, that's the long 
form of "dick" and it preserves the alliteration) up and down her sweet, 
syrupy slit. She moaned softly when my glans brushed her engorged clit 
-- but for the life of me, I could not feel her opening.
     Her little hand insinuated itself between us and she took over the 
guidance. I felt no difference, but she was satisfied, evidently, 
because she locked her legs around me and began pressing up at me.
     I can take a hint. I began pushing slowly down at her and felt a 
tiny opening at the tip of my glans. A grimace flickered across her face 
and I hesitated. Her eyes, squeezed shut, opened wide. "No! Don't stop!"
     Okay, I didn't. I swiveled my hips and she swiveled hers and only 
the fact that she'd vacuum-dried my balls less than a half-hour before 
kept me from blasting my cum into her the moment my glans was inside the 
incredibly small hole and her cunt was vise-gripping just behind the 
little raised flange of my knob.
     Guys with three-inch thick "tubesteaks" (an attractive expression, 
if I ever heard one) are probably familiar with what I was experiencing 
-- and judging by the letters columns in Certain Magazines and the 
postings on some BBSs, 85 percent of America's men have dicks that 
require Commercial Plates in most states. But for me, with my 
(apparently) sub-normal six inches by one-and-three-quarters, this was a 
first. I had never been in such a tight opening -- not with the slim-
hipped seventeen-year-old Homecoming Queen-cum-love child, not in the 
ass of the sex-mad Singaporean lovely I'd known in Greenwich Village, 
not even in the sweet and willing cunt of the little German blonde who 
was afflicted with vaginismus. Never. 
     I stopped there. Her expression said she was in pain and her twat 
was spasming slightly looser occasionally -- but then clenching right 
back down. I moved to withdraw but she tightened her legs around my 
back.
     "Don't stop!" she grunted. "I have to have it in more!"
     I slid my hands down to her ass, so tiny and tight. I pulled her 
toward me as I pushed down.
     Bit...by...grudging...bit...my cock burrowed into her, as she 
humped hungrily up at me. She was wet all the way down and tight all the 
way down and spasming all the way down. And when I finally felt her 
pubis grind into mine and knew I was all the way inside, I could feel 
her cervix against the tip of my cock.
     Putting my hands under her butt had caused my upper body to fall 
forward onto her. I raised myself up on my hands again and looked down 
into her face. It was slack and darkened with a deep flush -- and she'd 
bit her lip hard enough to draw blood. Her eyes fluttered open and the 
concern must have shown on my face.
     "I'm okay. I want to you to cum in me."
     "It's hurting you -- "
     "I want you to ... fuck me! Fuck me!"
     Each time she said it, she shivered. 
     "Fuck me and cum inside me! Do it to me! I need it!"
     I pulled back a little -- maybe an inch -- and pushed slowly into 
her. Sucked off or not, I wasn't going to last long, not the way this 
felt.
     "Fuck me -- fuck me hard! I want to feel it! Fucking do me!"
     I pulled back half-way and then pressed slowly and steadily into 
her. She groaned and her legs fell away from my hips. Her feet must have 
been flat on the bed, because her slim hips were angled up at me. I did 
it again and she gasped again and she started with "Unnnnnh!" each time 
my dick pounded into her.
     She loosened a little, but not much. I took her hand and led it 
between us. When I put her fingertips at her clitoris, she jerked her 
hand back. "Do it!" I hissed.
     She shook her head wildly. "It'll make me cum!"
     "That's the idea!"
     She shook her head again and grabbed her nipples, twisting and 
pinching them, pulling the nozzles till they were supporting the full 
weight of her large breasts, distending the abundant hemispheres.
     "See?" she demanded. "See? Now fuck the living shit out of me -- 
hard so I can feel it like this!" And she tugged her nipples again.
     I saw and understood. I pulled my legs up and knelt, my hands under 
the small of her small back supporting her so she was arched back. I 
held her with one hand and moved the other around to her front and 
pushed my thumbed down over her clit and started rubbing light and 
persistently.
     Her abdomen twitched wildly and then -- and then she came and the 
spasms of her cunt felt like they were going to hold my dick in her 
forever. She squeezed her tits viciously, as if trying to compress them. 
I kept working at her clit and her hands fell away from her tits.
     ""No, don't make me cum like that -- don't make it feel so good to 
fuck -- fuck me hard! Make it hurt!"
     "No way..." I murmured and started pistoning inside her slightly 
loosened little cunt. I kept on toying with her clit and she started 
cumming again. I just concentrated on holding off as long as I could and 
didn't stop messing with her trigger until her hips were starting to 
roll with her orgasms.
     After a few minutes, she started gasping my name and "Yes!" in a 
little chant and arching up for her orgasms. Her cunt had loosened 
enough that when she came, it contracted around me and milked at my dick 
-- not like it was trying to keep me out.
     I leaned forward and starting driving into her faster, harder, 
using longer strokes. She was cumming easily, now, and giving herself 
over to the pleasures. At one point, she wrapped her legs around my hips 
and her arms around my neck and glued herself to me and I damn near came 
right then and there -- but she couldn't maintain the position through 
more than one orgasm.
     Then she was raising her shapely legs, folding them higher. I put 
an arm under each of her knees and pushed her legs up and back when I 
pressed into her this time, she made a little "Eeeee" noise and came 
very hard.
     "Yes!" she gasped. "YES! DEEP!" Her legs went back farther and 
farther and then she shifted her arms so that her knees were hooked 
behind her triceps, almost behind her shoulders. I looked down and saw 
her belly bulge each time I pushed down and deep into her. "More!"
     I did the best I could, enjoying every second of it, but I wasn't 
long in cumming, myself. When the time came, I told her so, with my 
usual eloquence: "Cumming! CUmming now!"
     "YES!"
     I poured my jism into her, interrupted only by the clenchings of 
her cunt -- which tightened so much that it repeatedly stemmed the flow, 
which only prolonged and intensified my orgasm. My dick lengthened and 
thickened inside of her when that happened and she made a little squeaky 
noise as she came and she bit the back of her own LEG in her wildness.
     When my dick deflated -- this happens, you know -- her pussy was so 
tight that it wouldn't let the erection-producing blood escape right 
away; a cock ring does that, too. Only slowly did my cock soften enough 
for me to try pulling out of her.
     Her legs straightened as my dick came free with an audible POP! and 
I rolled onto my back, pulling her into my arms. Her tits were pressed 
against me like fists and she shook against me. I felt dampness on my 
chest, from her face.
     "Are you okay?"
     "Why do you have to make something so dirty feel good? It just 
makes me want to do it more -- just so I'll feel good."
     "There's something wrong with that?"
     "Then I just want to feel good and I'll be a slut!" 
     She dropped her head back to my chest. I caressed her back until 
she seemed calm. When she snored I realized just how calm she'd become. 
I rolled her off me and arranged her in the bed, pulling the sheet and a 
light blanket around her, then crawled in with her and rolled her into 
my arms. 
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