Archive name: elly2.txt (M/f-teen, first time)
Authors name: Friar Dave (Address Defunct)
Story title : Elly Comes of Age
Part 2 of 4

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I unsnapped the waistband of her jeans and lowered the 
zipper. I could almost feel the humid heat rising in 
waves from the v-opening. I began kissing below her 
breasts, working my way down over her abdomen.

That's what you call that part of the torso on a woman 
in her condition "abdomen." "Belly" is too soft a word. 
From the definition of the muscles crisscrossing her 
tummy, it was obvious that she'd been burning calories 
with serious exercise. I could easily find the ridges of 
hard muscle beneath the smooth, minimal layer of normal, 
healthy human fat
by tracing and exploring with my tongue.

That's just what I did: explore with my tongue. I traced 
and delineated every smooth ripple of firm abdominal 
muscle, always working lower, and as my tongue finally 
found and reached the limits of her opened zipper, her 
hands came down to either side of my head, pushing me 
lower, always lower.

As deep as the V went, it didn't reach deep enough. I 
couldn't even touch pubic hair with my tongue and had no 
choice but finally to halt and stand.

"Put your arms around my neck," I whispered -- mostly 
because my voice wasn't working quite right at that 
moment -- and she complied willingly. My plan was to 
stand with her hanging on me and push the jeans down off 
her narrow hips. Would've worked, too.

But she also put her legs around me, just above my hips, 
hooking her ankles behind my back.

"Bed?" she breathed and pulled her mouth close to my 
ear. Her tongue, wet and serpentine, wriggled into my 
ear. "Bed?" Her breath was fire on me.

"Buh," was all I could say. I cupped her tight little 
jeans-clad ass in my hands, one paw under and covering 
each cheek, and walked through my home office, down the 
hall and into the bedroom. She was kissing my beard and 
ears all the way.

I bent at the foot of the bed and braced myself with my 
hands. She released her leglock on my waist and brought 
her hands down over the front of my shirt, undoing 
buttons as she went. When I straightened she rolled 
lithely to her knees and pushed my shirt back. Her 
blouse and bra were in complete disarray, her lush 
breasts exposed and quivering. Her nipples -- I can't 
stop thinking about how her nipples looked with those 
nubbly aureoles and the immensely swollen nozzles 
turning almost purple.

Her hands were busy, unsnapping the waist of my slacks 
and dragging down the zipper. She pushed the jeans down 
and then my briefs and my dick popped free, standing 
straight out and pointing at her face like some turret 
gun tracking its target.

She grabbed my penis and for the first time, after 
knowing her for something like four years, I realized 
how small her hands were. True, my dick is a bit on the 
thick side -- about an inch and three-quarters in 
diameter -- but that's within the standard variation. No 
one has ever swooned at the sight. And her fingers 
barely reached around it. 

She rolled onto her side at the foot of the bed, putting 
my dick almost exactly on the same level as her face. 
Her mouth, to be precise. She ducked her head forward 
and began moving her tongue around my glans swirling. 
That's something you may have heard of, but let me tell 
you:
I've been with a few women and the awkwardness of the 
movement usually restricts it to something that's really 
pleasant, but not accurately described as "swirling." 

She swirled. Her tongue was agile, experienced, limber 
and long enough to do the job. Not to mention, tireless. 
She moved it around and around my fat dick head, all the 
time moving her lips closer and closer to my glans. Her 
slim little fingers were gripping the base of my cock, 
her tongue was swirling, her lips were nearing, and from 
time to time she'd glance up at me and her eyes would 
sparkle.

Her other hand? She was playing with her breasts, 
caressing them briefly and spending a lot of time 
pinching and twisting her nipples a lot more vigorously 
than I would have. Even laying crossways on the bed, she 
could almost have straightened her lithe legs. I reached 
down and caressed her face. She closed her eyes dreamily 
and pushed her head forward a little more and fastened 
her lips around the head of my dick. She let go of the 
base of my cock and reached up to rest her delicate hand 
on my hip. She guided me toward her a little bit, then 
back. As I pressed forward, she took about half my cock 
into her mouth. 

Her tongue did amazing things to the underside of my 
shaft, and her cheeks were drawn inward with the force 
of her sucking. I caressed her face again and she 
shivered slightly. I traced my finger around the side of 
her mouth, up her jaw to her ear, then back down to 
where my dick was outlined through her concaved cheeks.

Her flush had spread to her fabulous breasts. My hand 
went farther. I caressed the beautiful swells, using 
just my fingertips to glide over the silken, full flesh 
of the undercurves -- or what would have been the 
undercurves. They were already firm; aroused and laying 
on her back, the stood up like pale hills.

Still, when I touched her like that, she sucked even 
harder and her tongue did amazing and mysterious things. 
I brushed my fingertips across her hard little belly, 
then began pushing her jeans down over her hips. She 
wriggled, sinuous and smooth as an eel, and then she 
wore only pale blue -- sodden -- panties, cut high 
across her thighs. I pushed them down, too, and then she 
was naked before me on my bed. In the dim glow that 
filtered through the blinds, I saw that her pussy was 
topped with a small tuft of fine sparse curls, but the 
border was too uneven for it to have been trimmed.

I knelt astride her head and slid my hands under her 
butt. I couldn't believe how tight her asscheeks were! 
It was exactly like holding two little mounds of hard 
foam rubber...but considerably more pleasant. I began 
kissing and licking just above her knees. When I slid my 
hands to the back of her knees and pulled her legs open, 
her sucking hesitated. When I pressed my lips to the 
taut flesh on the inside of one shapely thigh, I felt 
her groaning around my turgid dong. The vibrations were 
excruciating on my swollen, over-sensitized cockflesh. 
My balls were starting to tighten ominously.

I licked higher on her thighs, forced by the disparity 
in our heights to slide back until my dick as 
threatening to pop out of her mouth -- which was the 
idea at the moment: I didn't want to cum so quickly.

But Elly had other ideas. She arched back and up, 
maintaining her lip-grip on my glans as long as 
possible. And she was clamping her thighs back together 
as my tongue approached her barely furred cunt.

I slid back a little farther and my dick popped out of 
her mouth. I licked around the edges of her pubic hair 
and then pressed my tongue down between her tightly 
clamped thighs to brush as much of her labia as I could. 
Her musk was almost dizzying in fresh sweetness.

She gasped and her hands came down to push my head away.

"Stop!" she hissed. "You're starting to lick me...down 
there."

"I know," I said. "I'm trying to."

This seemed to stun her. "You mean -- you want to lick 
me down there?"

"You betcha. Or don't you like it?"

"Well, sure, but -- you really want to?"

I knelt upright and locked down, past my throbbing cock, 
at her.

"Been craving it."

"But then I can't suck you! I'm too short to -- "

"I know, but if you keep doing those lovely things, I'm 
going to cum in your mouth ." 

"Ooooo...I hope so!"

Her hands were back on my hips, anchoring her so she 
could pull herself up and get my dick back in her mouth 
from underneath. "I want you to cum in my mouth," she 
breathed hotly onto my glans, her tongue flickering onto 
the underside of my shaft for unnecessary emphasis.

She used her hands to urge me to lay back. She rolled to 
her hands and
knees on the bed. "I want you to lay back and let me 
suck you and -- "

Who was I to refuse a lady? Especially since as she 
talked about it and as her tongue touched my cock, her 
hips began to move as if she were being soundly fucked. 
She was, I realized with a dull thud, one of those women 
who gets off on sucking cock. Heh.

I sprawled crossways on the bed, with my legs hanging 
off at the knees. She scrambled over me, brushing me 
with her luscious tits in the process, and arranged 
herself perpendicular to me. Her face was at my groin.

She took my cock into her hot mouth again and this time 
she moaned as she sucked it slowly into her face. My 
dick hit the back of her throat and she groaned, backed 
off, then shifted her angle a bit. She took it slowly 
back in and kept gulping until she had her lips into the 
coppery hair around the base of my cock and her nose was 
pressed flat against my abdomen.

This time I was the one who groaned. She sucked 
powerfully on me. She began to back my dick out of her 
throat. When only the head remained between her lips, 
she slowly pushed her face down again. I reached down 
with one hand and caressed her hair and her shoulders, 
then slid my hand over her torso and squeezed her cute 
little butt. I brought my hand under and around to cup 
one big tit. 

She quickened her pace slowly, inexorably. As she came 
down, my hand was pressed between her breast and my 
abdomen. I could feel her swollen nipple grinding hot 
and pebble-hard into my palm. I rubbed a little bit and 
she groaned. Her groan vibrated my dick, eliciting an 
answering groan from me -- which seemed to excite her 
still more. Her hips were hunching slowly, almost 
grinding at the empty air. She was sucking harder and 
bobbing a little faster.

I felt the tingling buzz through me and whispered, "I'm 
cumming now, Elly."
She moaned loudly and her hips pumped rapidly, 
demandingly. She sucked hard and her hand came up 
between my shaking thighs. Her fingertips grazed my 
balls and I could hear and feel her gasp as her ass 
lurched and then she got my cream in her mouth.

I came like a newly released convict. The stuff erupted 
out of me into her mouth and when the first spurt 
splashed into the back of her throat, she started to 
shaking all over. She sucked harder, almost frantically, 
and a second geyser flooded her mouth. She swallowed and 
dived her head down and back up halfway, working her 
throat and lips and tongue over my pulsing shaft, 
milking my dick and balls. I had the presence of mind -- 
barely -- to pinch her nipple sharply and her hips 
jerked sharply, rapidly, as she drank my cum and had an 
orgasm.

When she got the last of my cum, she slowly relinquished 
my limpening dick by pulling her still-sucking mouth 
backward, her tongue all the time working wildly on my 
shaft and finally on my glans. When my shriveled dick 
finally popped out of her mouth, she used her tiny 
fingers to raise it. She lapped at my cock like a kitten 
getting the last of the milk from a saucer. When her 
tongue rasped over my glans, I almost screamed from the 
sensation; my dick was much too sensitive at that point.

She flopped on her side with her cheek on my abdomen and 
her face toward me. Her hips still moved, but now 
languorously. I rested my hand on the side of her face 
and caressed her.

"C'mere."

She frowned. "Why?"

I pulled her up to me and forced her to sprawl across 
me. Her breasts were crushed -- but not nearly flattened 
-- against my chest. I moved to kiss her, but she jerked 
her head away.

"I've still got some of your stuff in my mouth!"

I took her head in my hands and forced her face toward 
me. I kissed her as sweetly and gently as I could, on 
the eyes and nose and finally on the lips. She kept her 
mouth tightly closed for a moment.

I pulled back. "I want to kiss you, Elly."

She looked bewildered, but relented. Our tongues danced 
for a few moments. She was telling the truth; she still 
had some of my semen in her mouth. It didn't bother me 
in the least, but she seemed to get uncomfortable and I 
was beginning to have a suspicion of why.

I let her back away from the kiss. She looked at me 
strangely for a moment, then: "Can I ask you really 
personal question?"

I grinned like a damn fool. "Gee, I'm not sure we know 
each other that well, Elly. A personal question? Gosh, I 
dunno. I mean, it's not like we've ever shared any 
intimate moments."

"Is that your sarcastic way of saying I can ask?"

"Exactly."

"Are you bisexual?"

I stared at her. She had honestly stunned me with that 
one. I just shook my head, numbly. Finally, I managed to 
ask: "Why?"

"Well, you just came in my mouth and wanted to kiss me 
and it's like you don't mind the taste of, uh -- "

"Semen. The word is `semen.' Or `cum.'"

"Well?"

"It's not my favorite taste, but I don't mind it -- at 
least, not my own. I don't think I'd be so tolerant of 
another guy's semen." I ran my hands down her back and 
pulled her closer. "But, Elly, you don't seem to mind 
the taste; why should I?"

"That's different." She said it as if it was something 
that was self-evident. "I'm a girl."

"A woman."

"Whatever."

"There's a difference."

"I had big tits when I was thirteen, and I'd already 
started to have my period."

"And you were still a girl, then. Did you always like 
the taste of semen?"

"Well, sure, it's okay. I guess."

"Do you like it?" I put the emphasis on "like."

"Not particularly," she said, "but I really don't mind 
it."

"But you had an orgasm when I came in your mouth."

Her eyes got suddenly heavy-lidded. "Oh, yeah, well, I 
really like feeling that in my mouth, all that stuff 
spurting so hot and thick, and feeling you moving and 
hearing you groan and knowing that I'm doing that to 
you, making you feel like that while you give me
the cum right out of you, like you're feeding me and--" 

She shivered and I could feel her nipples hardening 
against my chest. Her legs had parted; her thighs were 
opened to either side of my left thigh and she was 
slowly rubbing her mons up and down against my leg. 
Thinking and talking about sucking me off was turning 
her on. I had the brains to realize it wasn't me, in 
particular, but the mere idea.

Now, let me set the record straight here on something. 
It may sound like she's some not-too-bright young Polack 
bimbo with big boobs and a bottomless throat. Yes, she's 
Polish, young, has big breasts and a bottomless throat. 
But she wasn't and isn't some bimbo. She was a bright 
kid and she's a smart young woman. She's always been -- 
at least, for the four years I've known her -- smart and 
sensitive and sometimes startlingly perceptive and 
introspective. She'd graduated high school with her 
peers after being left back twice in grade school 
(parochial, of course) for something called "defiant and 
insubordinate behavior" and dropping out of high school 
for a year. Yet she was bright enough to catch up on the 
earlier stuff and return to high school and graduate on 
schedule.

But she had the idea that it was dirty to have a man 
give her pleasure with his tongue and mouth. At the same 
time, just the thought of swallowing semen had her hot 
and ready to rock and roll again.

Continued in part 3...

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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