Now the problems started. She was wearing one of those damn rubberized panty-girdles. Alternately stroking her crotch so she wouldn't lose her excitement and trying to get my fingers under that damn, tight elastic, I finally gave up.
But Ellena didn't. "Sit up a minute," she breathed. I let go and sat up, as she shifted her hips up and pushed her girdle and stockings down around her knees. She knocked off her pumps and, with me helping, peeled the stockings off entirely. Except for her dress, pulled around her middle, she was now naked, and I had been right about her. Even in the dim, foggy night I could see a beautiful mass of dark, curly hair.
I didn't have much choice. She grabbed my head with both hands and put it between her legs, scrunching down almost sideways on the seat. I would have loved to have gotten a good look at it but I didn't have time. The next thing I knew, my lips were against something soft and warm and very slippery. I could feel the fine, curly hairs against my face and for the first time my nose caught the sweet aroma of a passionate cunt. Mixed in was the odor of urine, but, Ellena's lack of hygiene aside, it was altogether pleasant.
Here I was, me, with my face actually buried in the real pussy of a real girl. This was no fantasy and I was enjoying it, not only the feel of it but the experience of it.
Her hand continued to guide my head, but there seemed to be a minor tug-of-war going on. Although by this time I was cramped and uncomfortable, kneeling on the floor of the car, I kept trying to lower my head slightly between her legs, where I could feel the soft, wet slit. But Ellena kept trying to raise my head up slightly. I mean, what did I know about a clitoris? I thought the cunt was all there was.
The battle went on for a few minutes and I was getting confused. Finally. I guess in exasperation, she cooed, "Lick it, baby, lick it." I had just been kissing and pressing my lips against it, which is what I thought you were supposed to do. After all,-the pictures in Slave Master weren't that clear. But I figured, what the hell, she must know what she wants, so I relaxed my head, letting her hands guide me, and started licking vigorously with my tongue. "Not so fast," she moaned.
I slowed down the action, and it was like a revolution. Suddenly she started pumping rhythmically and moaning, "Ugh-ugh-ugh," over and over again. She got very wet and my face became soaked with her juices. It smelled different, sweeter, and the odor of urine disappeared. The tempo of her pumping increased, and my licking increased with it, as her hands pressed me harder into her. Her breath began to come very fast. She stopped moaning and just panted, putting one leg onto my shoulder so I could feel the soft flesh of her inner thigh. It was then, and it is today, one of 'the most erotic sensations I know. Her knees began rocking in and out, opening and closing against my head. Her pumping became inhumanly fast, and then she seemed to stop panting and hold her breath. Her ass raised off the seat of the car, her hands pushing my head into her so far and hard I thought I would either suffocate or drown. Ellena shuddered, vibrating while her knees still opened and closed around my head. Then she sighed and slumped back onto the seat, legs relaxed beside me, her hands toying playfully with my hair.
I had a feeling that something had happened, but I wasn't sure what. She didn't seem the same. I continued licking, only to have her push my head away from her and pull me up for a kiss. She didn't seem to mind my wet face, although I was embarrassed about it, thinking that I should at least have dried it, or something.
Ellena still panted, but it seemed to be more from exhaustion. She began caressing my shirt front and fumbling at the buttons. I sat up, slipped out of my blue cardigan band jacket, took off my bow tie, and undid my shirt, belt, and pants button. She held me loosely, smiling and rubbing her hand all over my chest, which was pretty hairy even at that age. Her hand slid slowly down over my pants, feeling the big bulge, moved to the belt, and, finding it undone, went to the zipper. She started to tug because she didn't have the right leverage to get it down, so I unzipped it and she slipped her hand under my jockey shorts, just able to feel my hair and the base of the shaft, because of the position it was in. "Why don't you sit up?" she suggested softly.
I squirmed upright, peeling my shorts and pants down to my ankle. "God!" she said, reaching down to grab it with both hands. It was the second time that a girl had mentioned my size, and I was beginning to think that I might be unusual. As she worked on me, I was glad I had jacked off before, during the day. Also, I had now been hard for so long that it hurt, and I had lost some of my urge to ejaculate.
Ellena moved her hands lovingly up and down the shaft for a few minutes. Then, without any preliminaries, she lowered her head and took it into her mouth. Christ, what a feeling! If her cunt felt anything like her mouth, it was going to be just great. She sucked me for quite a while, moving her head sometimes slowly and sometimes fast up and down the shaft of my cock, until I began to get that old, familiar feeling. I put my hand down to stop the motion of her head.
"Let me put it in you," I said, remembering my trip to Vallejo and determined not to be cheated again. I was thinking about shifting her down onto the seat and getting on top of her, but Ellena had other ideas. Without giving me a chance to move her, she climbed on top of me, straddling my legs, and kissed my very hard, shoving her tongue far into my mouth. I had the thought that the lips that were just sucking my cock were now kissing me, and I began to wonder how clean I was, and tried to remember if I had taken a shower that afternoon.,
Realizing that she wanted to be on top, I reached down, grabbed my organ, and tried to shove it into her by a series of upward thrusts. All I got was skin. It always seemed to slip off to one side. Once, thinking I finally had the right place, I damn near shoved it into her asshole. She winced and reached down with her hand to guide me, whispering urgently, "don't come in me." Suddenly I felt the softest, warmest, wettest, squishiest sensations over the head of my cock, which seemed to travel down the shaft in ripples. If I thought a mouth was great, I never dreamed what a really wild, voluptuous sensation a nice cunt would offer.
Ellena moaned and her eyes rolled up in her head as she sank down on me. "God, it's beautiful," she said as she began to move up and down, her arms tight around my neck. Once she moved too far up and it slipped out. Reaching down, she had it back inside of her in just a second. She started to pant again, moving fast and moaning loudly. Then it slipped out again. Once more she put it in and continued, going from long, smooth strokes to sharp, jerky ones. This was just too much for me. The sensation was too great, the feeling too good. I held on tightly to her and with a large shudder emptied my load into what felt like a squishy sponge. She tried to pull away, but in the throes of delirium I held on to her too strongly.
Ellena quickly pulled herself off of me. Breathing hard more from exertion than passion, she yelled, "What in hell did you do that for?"
"Do what?" I asked stupidly.
"Come inside of me, idiot!" The sweet girl seemed to have disappeared, replaced by a shrewish hag.
"I don't know," I said defensively.
"Christ! He doesn't know." She fished a handkerchief out of her purse and began hurriedly wiping herself. I could see gobs of white goo dripping out of her.
"Do you want to get me pregnant?"
"No. Of course not."
"Well, Jesus! I already had my goodies. I just let you put it in 'cause you said you wanted to, and 'cause I wanted to see what one that size felt like." She pointed to my deflated prick, which didn't look so proud at all, anymore. "Then you go and ruin it all." And she started to cry. Suddenly the car became chilly. The windows were all fogged up from our breath. I felt tired and nauseated with no more interest in Ellena. I just wanted, to go home to my nice, warm bed.