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This tale involves consensual sexual relations, explicitly
described, between an adult male and an adult female.
There is no violence, drugs (except for some wine), bondage, 
discipline, sado-masochism, water sports, projectile vomiting,
piercing, humiliation, mutilation, bestiality or references to 
Joey Buttafuoco. If the absence of any of these turns you off, 
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                                   ELLY 
                               by Friar Dave 
                           Friar_Dave@mhbbs.com.

Part 2


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'd always been -- at 
least, for the four years I'd 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 again.

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 slid 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, amazingly wide to either 
side of my 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. The 
hair on her little pudge of a mound was so fine and wet that it was 
almost transparent. Again I had to suppress the mental association 
with a barely pubescent girl -- it was really disturbing -- but I 
managed somehow and 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, ounce-for-ounce, is 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 legs had clamped on my head and her hands rested in my hair. They 
trembled as if in isometric exercise. Because I'd told her I wanted 
this, she was fighting the impulse to push me away.

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 10 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 then 
shook. She made barely any noise at all. I moved one thumb, finally 
finding 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 20 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 -- wrong to cum 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. Not to mention that 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 
Midwestern 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 
uncontrollable vaginal spasms. 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! Fuckin' 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 -- 
fuck 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 -- I could nearly encircle her tiny waist! -- 
supporting her so she was arched back. I held her lower back up with one 
hand and moved the other around to her front and pushed my thumb down over 
her clit and started rubbing lightly 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 inside 
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, and 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 cumming stopped -- 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'll 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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                                   ELLY 
                               by Friar Dave 
                                  Part 2
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