From Part 1
Ella moaned, dropped her Smartphone, reached up to hug my neck, and pressed her mouth against mine. Our lips moved, the kiss intense, pressure alone expressing desire. When it ended, she sighed as if she’d been starved.
I kissed her again, soft arousal washing through me. When it ended, I caressed her cheek. “I’ll come say goodnight every night, ” I promised, “as long as you give me a kiss like that one.”
Ella smiled. “Kay, ” she whispered.
Two days later, her mother left on another business trip. Ella, coming back from school, ran into the study and hugged me tightly. “Finally, ” she sighed, then tilted her face up for a kiss.
Our life was back to the sweet, sexy one. Ella seduced me with her need for frequent kisses, each accompanied by a faint blush, her beautiful pale blue eyes alive with pleasure. For the next month I drowned in her affection. She was almost fifteen years old, her birthday forty days away.
I was in love. There was no doubt in my mind. It wasn’t lust, or desire for a young girl. I needed her with me, next to me, laughing or smiling, or sitting in comfortable silence as we watched TV. I wasn’t plotting how to take our intimacy further. I didn’t try to lead her. I was satisfied with our kissing and hugs and holding hands. I was in love.
I held myself in remarkable restraint despite it becoming harder and harder to resist her. Ella didn’t help. She was sweetly flirtatious. Her kisses lingered longer. She still dressed to attract me.
Then one afternoon, when she came back from school and moved in for her kiss, her face turned up to me, smiling, excitement dancing in her enchanting eyes, she unleashed a new weapon. It was devastating.
We kissed, my lips brushing against her soft, warm lips. Then mouths pressed in a familiar kiss and Ella murmured her pleasure. I lost time. Her almost purr assaulted me and, without realizing it, my hand dropped to fondle her sexy ass. Arousal rushed in suddenly and I caressed the stupendous shape of her buttocks, growing erect.
The sound of her pleasure destroyed any self restraint I’d managed to cling to. It was the first time I’d touched her intimately and God was it exciting!
A dam had burst; the breach too big to repair.
Ella smiled broadly when the kiss ended. She left to change out of jeans, and I stood in place with an erection tight in my pants.
From that point on, I fondled her sexy ass every time I kissed her. In Ella’s behavior it was obvious she liked my desire and affection. We slipped into greater intimacy with astonishing speed. Not three days later, as I sprawled out on the couch watching TV in the middle of the afternoon on a lazy Saturday, Ella entered the family room, smiled at the sight of me and walked over. She bent to kiss me and I dragged her down.
She settled on top of me, studied my face, smiled slightly, and kissed me. I held her, then caressed her gorgeous small ass. Her lips pressed to mine and two things happened. First she murmured again. Then her short skirt slipped up and I was fondling her panties and, in a dazed confusion of sensations, I tasted her lips. Ella responded with a long moan and her tongue tasted my lips. The tips of our tongues touched.
Under her, an erection formed and she felt it, rubbing her body on mine. My hands held two gorgeous panty-covered buttocks. And our tongues caressed softly. I was done. The longing I’d felt for so many months was released and I eased my hand inside the leg of her panties to cup her buttock, her skin so soft.
It wasn’t until the kiss ended that rational thought returned. I removed my hand, straightened her skirt, covering her panties, and held her. She raised her head and, despite eyes twinkling, Ella was blushing bright red. God she was beautiful!
A line had been crossed. Staring into her eyes, I eased my hand back under her skirt and caressed her cotton panties.
“You have a gorgeous ass, ” I informed her.
“Thanks, ” she responded with a shy smile.
I drew her face down for another kiss, again starting gently, then intensifying with a brush of my tongue. Ella’s eyes winked out. She murmured and parted her lips. In the maelstrom of an intensely sensual kiss, I brought my hand up from her rear and carefully touched her petite breast over her top.
Eyes closed, sensations bombarded me. My erection strained. Ella tasted wonderful and, in my hand, I held a perfect, small breast, new and firm. I caressed, feeling its remarkable shape, thrilled by her youth, just budding into womanhood.
That night, it took no time for me to cum, to release the pent up desire ravaging me. Sanity returned but didn’t last.
Ella broke my musing by wrapping her arms around me from behind. I realized I had an erection just from remembering that pivotal event. Desire returned.
“You’re quiet, ” she observed. “What were you thinking about?”
I rubbed her arms around me, looked back at her and smiled. “You, ” I informed her.
She moved around and sat in my lap. Her blue eyes were bright. “What about me?” She wiggled her butt on my erection. “It must have been good, ” she added with another smile.
Caressing her bare thigh, I asked, “When did you become so mature?”
She shrugged. “I dunno.”
“I was remembering that time I first touched your panties and the kiss.”
Ella laughed lightly. “And my boobs.”
“And your boobs, ” I agreed, bringing a hand up to cup her petite breast over the T-shirt. I fondled her gently, such a wonderful palmful.
She put her hand on the back of mine, pressing it to her. She blushed slightly. “I was so horny I had to play with myself that night.”
I grinned. “So did I. It really changed things between us, didn’t it?”
“For the better.” She leaned against me, her cheek finding the top of my shoulder.
Caressing her wonderful breast, I had to smile. Her sitting sideways on my lap brought a sharp memory.
Ella came into her own after that Saturday. She’d seek out a kiss, look at me with such longing, and when I didn’t respond by touching her, she’d take my hand and guide it to her breast, blushing in the process.
For the next few weeks we made out whenever the mood hit. For the next few weeks I suffered aching erections, seeking relief in the dark of night. Then, one week before her thirteenth birthday, and the day before her mother was due back, our intimacy moved to a new, thrilling level.
It was after dinner, in the family room. Ella was comfortable sitting next to me while we binge watched Gilmore Girls. As usual, Ella was holding my hand in her lap. Occasionally we’d kiss, not passionately, but softly, expressing love. It was a wonderful way to pass the evening.
At one point, she let my hand go and I caressed her bare thigh. In a short skirt, her legs were open for me to admire. Her hand settled on the back of mine and my attention returned to the television. It was the feel of soft cotton that disrupted my viewing.
I glanced into Ella’s lap and my pulse jumped. The soft cotton against my pinky finger was her panties, plain white with decorative elastic. Her hand was still on the back of mine. Had I edged my hand up or had she?
Either way, the sight brought immediate arousal. Ella’s pussy strained against the white cotton; small, plump and so very erotic. Its shape was accentuated by tight panties, leg elastic digging deep at the sides. I was overwhelmed with a desire to press the side of my hand against her, feel how soft her pussy was, and explore the shape. Between her slender thighs, her small pussy looked ripe and lush.
My erection strained for release.
Ella turned her face to look at me and it was immediately obvious. Her blush revealed the truth. She’d guided my hand! Encouraged my intimate touch! And with that realization, I’d groaned aloud.
Ella smiled.
Removing my hand, I pulled her sideways onto my lap. She smiled slightly, still blushing, and I kissed her smile. Her eyes winked out. Soft lips responded against me. She teased my lips with her tongue and, as we slipped into a passionate kiss, I stroked her bare thigh, inching my hand up the inside, her skin smooth and warm.
This time, the edge of my index finger nestled to the side of her pussy. Excitement thrumming through me, I carefully felt the rounded glory of her vulva, her cotton panties stretched tight. We kissed deeply while I gently rubbed her pussy with the edge of my finger. Ella murmured into the kiss. She eased her thighs apart. I turned my hand and cupped her remarkable pussy, my erection straining, so damn aroused.
For what felt like hours, yet passing too quickly, I caressed her sexy pussy, my pulse racing and, inside my pants, my erection throbbed. Precum dampened my shorts. I was lost in the excitement of this new intimacy, fondling her small pussy, tracing the outline of her cleft, feeling how incredibly soft and yielding her pubis was.
Then I shuddered deeply. I felt a damp spot form in her crotch and almost lost it. The concept of Ella aroused, horny, had never been so blatant and Jesus it thrilled me!
It was too soon when we stopped. It was too soon when bedtime arrived. It was too soon for her to leave, despite the late hour. When she kissed me goodnight and left, I brought my finger to my nose and inhaled the delicate scent of her arousal; clean and light with an earthy note, intensely exciting. And that night I experienced one of the stronger orgasms I’d had, stroking my rampant erection.
Ella sighed loudly. A gust of wind rattled the window pane. I was surprised to find my hand stroking her pantied pussy, just like I had two months ago.
“I want you again, ” I told her quietly.
She nuzzled my neck and whispered, “Kay.”
“Are you too sore?”
“No.”
When she moved to get off my lap, I stopped her. “No. Right here. I want you here.”
She looked surprised. “Here? On the chair?”
Anywhere. You choose. This time, you take charge. Do what you want. What gives you pleasure.”
The fire crackled when another log fell. The room was hot. Ella studied my face. I wondered how she’d act. She’d been a virgin just last night. How comfortable was she with our intimacy? It would be telling.
Ella rose from my lap. She glanced at my boxers, my erection so very obvious. Her cheeks flushed pink. She glanced at me and her eyes darted away. For several moments I thought she’d decline. Too shy. Not yet confident in her blossoming sensuality.
She smiled and reached down to stroke my erection lightly. Then, reaching for the waist, she ordered me, “Lift.”
I raised my butt. She tugged my boxers off, my cock pointing up. For another moment she studied it openly. Then, with her eyes still on my erection, she reached under the hem of the T-shirt and tugged her panties off, her foot kicking the light blue cotton panties to the side.
Pushing my knees together, she straddled me and settled on my thighs. Her hand wrapped around my shaft, fingertips just meeting. “No wonder it hurt, ” she said quietly. “You’re much bigger than I’d imagined. Are all guys this big?” She squeezed gently and I responded with a throb.
“Some bigger, some smaller. I’m about average.”
I waited, hoping she’d remove the T-shirt. She leaned in and kissed me, her lips brushing mine. Below, she stroked my erection with both hands. When I touched her lips with my tongue, she backed off, smiling. This time her blue eyes twinkled with newfound confidence and a flit of mischief. She let my erection go, used both hands to curl her long blonde hair behind her ears. It fell behind her in a silken curtain to touch my knees.
Still smiling, she held the hem of the T-shirt. Looking at me, she asked, “On?”
Lifting the front, exposing her naked pussy briefly, she asked, “Or off?” then covered herself, pressing the hem to her crotch. “On? Or off?” she asked again with another quick flash.
Totally charmed, I gave her a groan, “Off, dear God, off, please!”
Ella smiled, pleased. She lifted the T-shirt slowly, pulling it up, over her head, down her long hair, and dropped it to the floor.
I stared at her naked pussy. With her legs spread, her cleft was flowered open exposing the long hood of her clit and the sexy pale blonde dusting of pubic hair on her rather plump mons. I caressed her bare thighs. My erection strained.
Ella gently removed my hands. She looked at me with sudden shyness, a gleam in her eyes, and eased off my lap. Turning away, she walked with a sexy sway of her cute ass towards the small couch in front of the fire. Back to the fireplace, she kneeled on the couch cushion, leaned forward, her forearms on the couch back, and finally looked at me, her cheeks tinged with red.
With a smile, she asked, “Can we do it here? Like this?”
My groan and bobbing cock answered her. She giggled quietly, pale blue eyes sparkling with amusement and delight. I stood, cock waving, and walked over to the couch, stopping behind her.
My heart thumped heavily. The sight of her was so sexy. With her knees on the couch, her rear was at the perfect height. With her legs together, her bottom had a sensual shape, and, dear Lord, her sexy pussy looked like a separate part of her; squeezed by slender thighs, lush, almost bulging, cleft tightly closed, and pale blonde pubes faintly covering her labia. And just visible, midway down her cleft, the tip of her clit was cradled like a precious pearl.
Ella watched me over her shoulder, a small smile on her face. Her cheeks were still pink, telling me she was still insecure about displaying herself. The fact that she was, that she was exposing herself intimately for me despite her shyness, brought on a flush of love. I moved close and leaned over her. As I kissed her cheek, the tip of my erection brushed her pussy; a teasing touch.
“You’re so damn sexy, ” I murmured to her. “I can’t get enough of you.”
She sighed, “Kay. I like that you can’t.”
After another soft kiss, I straightened, stepped back, admired her slender young body and, with mounting excitement, I knelt.
Rubbing her thighs, I kissed her naked pussy lightly. Pubic hair, as fine as body hair and silky soft, tickled my lips. Her scent filled my nose; an exciting hint of something basal, yet clean. Caressing her gorgeous small ass, I pried her buttocks apart. Her rosebud appeared, tightly closed. Making my pulse race, her little cleft flowered open to reveal her soft clit, very small inner labia, and glistening with moisture, the sexy sight of her inner cleft; pink, smooth, and the incredibly small ragged entrance to her vagina, her hymen torn.
A shudder hit me. How? How had something so impossibly small accommodated my erection?
I kissed her cleft again, this time slipping my tongue in to taste her. She was clean, pure, with a hint of maturity. Her cleft was glassy smooth, her clit soft and pliable. Through her buttocks I felt her shudder and I teased her clit, then captured it with my lips, sucking gently.
Ella moaned quietly.
I took my time, despite an erection crying out, pulsing, aching. The tip of my tongue probed and penetrated her tiny entrance. For the next few silent moments I ate her, loving her small gasps, her trembling buttocks, and the gathering wetness of her arousal. Ella responded with sighs, with murmurs, and with sharper inhalations when I sucked her clit.
Saliva mixed with her natural secretions to make her whole cleft slippery, and finally my need was too much. Standing, I gripped my shaft and paused, admiring her bent over, the way it brought home her slender youth, gave her a waist, her sexy ass curving, and the stunning sight of her small pussy squeezed by her closed thighs. When I edged closer to her, the stark size difference between her cleft and my erection registered. I was so much bigger than her, thick and rigid, and it excited me. Knowing she could take me despite my girth was thrilling.
This time I would see. This time I would be able to appreciate the experience of sex with such a young girl, and it thrilled me. Shaft held tightly, I nudged the tip to her pussy, a light kiss. Pulling back, a clear string of precum joined us. With a hand on her hip, I pressed the tip against her cleft again. My flared head made no progress. Her labia bulged but stayed closed. I rubbed the tip up and down her pussy spreading slippery precum and tried again, pressing the tip against her firmly, harder, even harder.
Ella shuffled her knees apart. Suddenly her cleft yielded, bulging and oozing apart, my crown hugged in sexy warmth. The sight had me transfixed. An adult erection poised to penetrate her small pussy was erotic beyond belief. Then I pushed firmly.
Ella’s labia stretched and thinned. They edged over the ridge of my head. Suddenly, resistance melted away and I penetrated her, my crown gripped in a warm embrace. I swelled, aching, so turned on. Ella dropped her head to her arms and groaned. Incensed by the sight, I gripped her hips and, with small, gentle thrusts, wormed my erection into her, each inch exquisite, her vagina a silken sheath, tight, so exciting. Slowly, gently, I penetrated her small pussy deeper and deeper, her buttocks nearing my groin, my cock throbbing. And then I was there, buried inside her, her sexy cheeks pressed to me, my thick shaft stretching her.
I stopped. My erection throbbed, flexing inside her. Ella responded with a small clench, her pussy tightening, squeezing me beautifully.
Surprising me, Ella was the first to move. She eased forward. Part of my shaft emerged, glistening. Then she pushed back, my cock disappearing into her, her buttocks pressing against me. I restrained myself, not moving, and was rewarded with Ella moving again, fucking me slowly. She murmured her pleasure, gave my erection a sexy squeeze, and eased off, my shaft emerging. Reversing, she fucked me, slightly harder.
Ella used me. She fucked me at her own pace, pleasuring herself. When I reached around, under her, and rubbed her clit, Ella gasped and thrust her ass back at me. Forehead resting on her crossed arms, her arms on the back of the couch, Ella fucked herself on my cock, moving faster, harder. I stood still, absorbed by the sight, my body reacting to the sensual caress of her pussy. I loved the sight of her small pussy stretched so much, the glisten of my shaft, and how slippery we were; yet she was so deliciously tight, a snug sensual caress, and my excitement built.
My body cried out to me to move. I resisted, letting Ella fuck herself on me, rubbing her clit with my finger. Then she gasped loudly, her climax starting. Her shoves faltered, her vagina clamping down. I grabbed her narrow hips and finally, finally moved, fucking her hard, pulling her sweet ass back at me, thrusting into her all the way. Slapping sounds started.
Ella cried out her pleasure softly and I fucked her harder, faster, cock straining. I took total control, fucked her hard and chased my orgasm. It hit suddenly and hard. My erection swelled. Pressure released, semen rushed up, and as I buried myself as deeply as possible, I exploded, cum erupting, utter bliss. Withdrawing quickly, I thrust again, cock swelling and exploding, hot cum spurting, so fucking good. Holding her firmly, I fucked and came, letting my orgasm take control. I flooded her, spurting with each short thrust, pleasure crashing into me. Her buttocks spanked against me and I came, spurting deep inside her, my orgasm peaking painfully, then I fell, strokes slowing, spurts weakening, the ache in my groin easing. I slowed to a stop, my softened erection gently throbbing with the final tendrils of an intense orgasm.
A little weak in my knees, I caressed Ella’s ass. She finally moved, looking back at me, her face was flushed, eyes soft. She looked tired and at peace.
“That was amazing, ” she said. “Can we do it like this again? I really liked it.”
Fifteen minutes later, in our underwear and T-shirts, we sat side by side in front of the roaring fire. Ella held my hand. She leaned against my shoulder.
“What’s going to happen?” she asked.
It was a good question. What was our future? The thought of sex with Karen no longer interested me. I wanted Ella and no one else. Here, at the cabin, we were in an isolated world. Too soon we’d have to head home.
I thought about her question. “I don’t know. I’m not sure I want to sleep with your mother anymore, ” I told her. “You’re who I want.”
Ella squeezed my hand. “You have to. If you don’t, she’ll leave you and take me with her!”
Ella looked at me. “We can have all the time she’s traveling. What’s one week every so often?” When I looked doubtful, she added, “It’s what I want. Please?”
Ella reminded me of the strangely mature conversation we’d had the week before her birthday, just two weeks ago. She was the one who brought up sex. She was the one who told me she wanted to sleep with me, that she wanted me to be her first.
It was odd. We’d kissed. I’d fondled her, felt her bare buttocks, and felt her pussy over her panties. That was all. Yet, when she asked me to make love to her, it seemed the most natural thing in the world to agree. I’d grown to love her and I desired her more than anyone before. She was so sweetly sexy, so full of adoration, and impossible to resist.
For the week of her birthday, with her mother home, we celebrated, and had fun. When her mother wasn’t present, I’d tease Ella, drive her desire higher, and whisper how much I wanted her. The electricity between us built to painful levels. I used my constant hunger for Ella to satisfy her mother, Karen. It was my idea to wait and come to my cabin. It had been my idea to have an intimate getaway, a change of scene for our first time. And the long drive to north of Parry Sound had heightened our excitement; the prospect of sex hanging in the air. Ella had been restless and excited. So had I.
We’d arrived at dusk, just as the winter storm rolled in with heavy snow and strengthening winds. The cabin was cold and dark. I’d made a fire after unloading the SUV. Ella had wandered around inspecting the cabin.
Then, that moment arrived. With heat filling the room, with wind growing to a howl, with firelight the only source of illumination - shadows and orange dancing on the walls, Ella had stood four feet away from me.
Her eyes were huge. Shy excitement showed. Looking at me, a small blush formed on her cheeks as we both knew what came next; intimacy, sex, being naked together for the first time. For me, the thought of sex with Ella, only recently thirteen, and blossoming with puberty, thrilled me. It excited me, promising experiences I’d never had.
Ella’s sudden shyness strengthened my excitement. Her innocence was so attractive. That she wanted this, wanted me, was a huge turn on. I’d never made love with a virgin. I’d never felt this strong an attraction before. It was new. I cared so deeply for her. I wanted her to experience the joy of sex between two people that loved each other, the freedom of intimacy, the excitement of nudity, exploration, discovery.
I was nervous, unsure, and slightly afraid. It was such a huge step. Seeing her shyness, I moved to her, hugging her. I could feel her trembling.
She turned her pretty face up to me, studying me, searching.
I kissed her softly, and magic happened. Ella melted. Our lips pressed. Fears and worries dissolved. The kiss grew passionate, tongues flirting, and I cupped her small breast, caressing her gently.
The room became hot. I led her to the bed. Ella pushed her jeans off. As I did the same, she tugged her sweater and T-shirt off, slipping under the covers, watching me.
Undressed to my boxers, I moved into bed. We edged together. Hugging her, we kissed again, and bodies relaxed, warm. I loved nuzzling her neck. Ella’s response was precious; a small giggle as if tickled, followed by her exposing her neck for me, and as I kissed it, soft, sexy murmurs, her hand caressing my shoulder.
“You’ve got the loveliest neck, ” I informed her, moving to her ear, nibbling it with my lips. “And a lovely ear.”
She giggled quietly.
I kissed her cheek, then cut her giggle off, kissing her soft lips. Moving my hand up from her hip, I touched her bra, plain white cotton, and gently explored the remarkable shape of her breast, new, petite, yet suiting her slender body. It was perfectly formed, firm as if bursting, so damn sensual.
Ella showed her inexperience and shyness. Her hand stayed on my shoulder as I touched her. We kissed, sometimes soft lips brushing, sometimes lips pressing, and occasionally tongues flirting.
I reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, slowly drawing the shoulders trap down her arm. Covered by the thick quilt, she shrugged the bra off and rolled back to me.
The feeling of her bare breasts against my chest sent a surge of arousal through me. My partial erection strengthened. The minute she felt it, her hand stopped rubbing my shoulder. She looked at me, her pale blue eyes intense.
With an encouraging smile, I took her hand and brought it down between us, guiding it. Still looking into my eyes, she hesitantly pressed her hand against me, and as she closed her fingers around my shaft over my boxers, Ella blushed.
I rubbed the blush on her cheek, smiling. “Your touch feels so good, ” I told her.
Ella smiled and carefully squeezed, testing my hardness. I cupped her breast and, through my thumb caress, felt the puffiness of her areola. A shiver of excitement hit me. I had to see. Edging the quilt down, I looked. God Almighty! Her areolae looked like icing on a cupcake, a sexy, swollen, pink mound topped by a small nipple.
“Jesus, Ella. They're gorgeous, ” I whispered, gently pushing her onto her back. “Can I kiss them?”
She smiled shyly. “Kay.”
Leaning over, I brushed her tip with my lips, breathing warm air on it. Then I kissed her nipple and slowly opened my mouth, sucking gently, taking her remarkable areola in.
Ella inhaled deeply.
I sucked harder and teased her nipple with my tongue. When I backed off, her areola had darkened, flushed, and looked bigger. I moved to its twin, enjoying the experience of tasting her, amazed at how remarkably firm her breast was, so young and budding.
Ella squeezed my erection and sighed, then let my cock go. Her hand held my neck, pulling me tighter to her breast.
I explored her body, brushing my hand down her side to her prominent hip and, with mounting excitement, I touched her cotton panties, loving the swell of her mons; so small. I caressed it, teasing, fingertips tracing the tapered perfection. Her legs were closed forming a little gap at the top, wide enough for my finger to brush down her cleft.
When I stopped kissing her breast, Ella’s eyes were intense, searching my face, her yearning and insecurity plain to see. I smiled and rubbed her cleft. A small smile emerged on her face. I kissed it. Our kiss lingered, then deepened.
Still kissing, I drew my fingers back up over her mons, reached the waist of her panties, and eased them inside. I explored inside, touching her warm skin, feeling the start of her mound, and as I explored deeper into her panties, I felt the softest pubic hair, like duck down, and my excitement surged.
I moaned into our kiss. My erection strained up to press to her hip. And I delved deeper, driven by desire, soft cotton pressing the back of my hand. I felt the dip at the start of her cleft and, teasing myself, slowly traced it down between her legs until I was cupping her pussy; a small, sexy palmful.
Ella’s response was immediate. She parted her legs. Her tongue became more active in our kiss, and her hand fished down to hold my cock, giving it a squeeze.
When I curled my middle finger, planning on finding her clit, the tip slipped into the base of her cleft and discovered wetness - Ella aroused, and it excited me to the point of dizziness. Between her labia she was warm and silken, so sexy.
Our kiss ended suddenly. She gasped when I found her clit, her hold on my erection becoming a grip. Her eyes were closed, breathing deep. I stroked her and felt her tremble slightly. She surprised me. She was so aroused!
Pulling my hand out of her panties, under the cover of the quilt, I pushed the waist down on one side, then the other. Ella helped, rolling her rear and kicking her panties off. At the same time, I shoved my boxers off. Desire for her was driving me nuts.
She rolled to face me, cam into my arms, a naked angel. My erection poked her, slipped up, caught on her pussy and slipped through her thighs. She hugged me, her eyes bright. We kissed again, harder, passion emerging, and I groped her gorgeous naked ass, fondling her, pulling her against me.
It seemed natural. Ella eased her hips back, and I pulled her forward, my erection sliding between her thighs and against her pussy, rubbing her clit. For minutes we kissed and pseudo-fucked, my cock swelling and aching.
Withdrawing further, I stroked between her thighs again and slippery precum spread, the sensation disorienting in its pleasure. Without thought, I hooked my leg over hers. Hugging her tightly, I rolled, settling on top of her, her legs together.
I had to slip down for us to be face to face, reminding me how small she was, how slender, how young - a twelve-year-old just two weeks ago. When we were face to face, my erection settled in the valley of her thighs, the tip pressed to her pussy.
Ella opened her eyes. Her lips looked more plump. She studied my eyes and returned my smile. Our kiss was softer. I sucked her lip. When my body reacted again, cock throbbing, I pressed forward, the tip pushing against her pussy, then slipping down across her cleft. Pulling back, I repeated the exquisite move and, as we kisses lightly, she moved for the first time, joining my slow gentle strokes. Precum made her very slippery.
I caressed her breast, squeezing, brushing her nipple, cupping her, and Ella responded with a quiet moan of pleasure. For minutes we played at sex, my arousal strengthening alarmingly.
Then Ella took the initiative. Out of the blue, she tried to part her legs. I stopped moving.
“Are you sure?” I whispered.
She nodded. “Uh-huh.”
I released her legs. She spread them, and I settled between, the tip of my cock pressed down between her buttocks and against the bed. Reaching down, I held my shaft and guided the tip back up along her cleft. Moving by instinct alone, I stroked her cleft, gradually adding pressure, watching her face for guidance. At first, all I felt was sexy warmth on the tip. Then, with a surge of excitement, I felt her labia caressing. I pressed slightly harder, still stroking along her cleft and felt her pubic bone and below, soft and yielding. My erection throbbed.
Ella hugged me. She stared at me, her eyes so blue. And I saw a wince pass through them when I lodged the big head of my erection into her cleft, pausing, poised.
Heart racing, I pressed in, made no progress, and backed off. I pressed again, cock aching, and Ella winced again.
“Should I stop?” I asked, somewhat breathlessly.
She shook her head, staring into my eyes. I kissed her and pressed forward again. It felt like I was making no progress, but Ella moaned into my mouth. Easing back, still gripping my shaft, I tried again, slow, firm, and Ella broke the kiss with a quiet cry of pain. I backed off immediately and waited for her, my tip resting in her cleft.
“This hurts, ” she whispered.
“I can stop, ” I offered.
Ella answered me by sliding her hands down my back to my hips and tugging. I pressed into her again.
This time Ella winced silently. But below, my God, below, the tip of my cock oozed into her, the crown gripped almost painfully tightly. I was penetrating her! I was fucking her! And dear Lord it was exciting!
I stopped again, waiting for Ella to relax. She was painfully tight. And my erection was pulsing fast, as if I was close to cumming. Excitement flooded me. Staying still was hugely difficult, the desire to thrust into her almost overwhelming.
To distract myself, I kissed her and stroked down the side of her very slender body, over her hip, and onto her thigh. Her leg was flat on the bed. I drew her knee up. Ella responded, bringing her other knee up, both now cradling me. Her pelvis turned up with the move.
Her eyes cleared. She smiled again. I kissed her beautiful smile and started a rocking motion, a minute move of my hips. Erection straining, so hard and rigid, I made no progress, neither in nor out, as if I was locked in place, my crown gripped so, so tightly.
Kissing, rocking my hips slightly, Ella relaxed. The first sensation was release, as if her pussy had become slippery. With exquisite slowness, I rocked my hips, and gradually I penetrated her little pussy just a bit more. Ella winced. I paused, then started again, squeezing into her slightly further. She winced, her vagina being stretched for the first time. But slowly, carefully, for what seemed like hours, we moved, kissed, nuzzled. And very slowly more and more of my erection penetrated her in the most exquisite fuck of my life. God she was tight!
Not fully buried, my tip touched her end. Her pussy gripped me so snugly, tighter than I’d ever experienced. The excitement of sex with her, such a young, beautiful girl had my heart racing, cock pulsing, swelling almost rhythmically. She felt fantastic, utterly incredible!
Then Ella smiled. “You’re in. I can feel you and it doesn’t hurt anymore.” She reinforced it by clenching her vagina several times and that was that.
Uncontrollably, driven by being turned on for so long, by the exquisite experience of penetrating her, the heavenly tightness of her, and the excitement of her young body, I came - explosively. I couldn’t control myself, couldn’t hold back. It hit like a storm and raged through me.
My cock swelled, semen rushed up, and I erupted inside her so hard I felt my semen. Ecstasy swamped me. My erection swelled and pulsed, another even harder explosion hit, cum spurting hard, hard. With no control, I came fast and hard, spurting, gasping, cock swelling, cum flooding her tight pussy. My body jerked and strained, cumming hard. I peaked with a deep groan of pleasure and slipped into weakening spurts, slowing and stopping, heart pounding.
My erection softened and she still felt tight.
When I could focus, I looked into her eyes. She smiled at me.
“Sorry, ” I apologized.
“S’okay. I felt you cum.”
Kissing her cheek, I whispered, “Next time I’ll try to last longer. But no promises. You do something to me.”
Ella giggled silently, pleasure and pride in her expression.
I stayed inside her for a long time. Eventually fatigue hit both of us and I eased out of her. We cuddled, the winter storm raging outside, amber light flickering from the fireplace casting dancing shadows on the walls and ceiling, and slowly fell asleep.
Ella tugged my hand, bringing me back to the present. “Well?” she asked.
A ray of sun hit the window, then disappeared. The wind still gusted, just calmer. We’d need to shovel our way out the front door.
“Well what?” I asked.
A sneaky expression entered her pale blue eyes when she realized I hadn’t been listening to her. “I said I’m horny. I want to make love again, ” she informed me.
“You’re kidding!” I exclaimed. “We just finished having sex! Give me an hour to recover.”
Ella giggled, newfound confidence radiating from her. “Actually, I was saying you have to be careful at home. I don’t want Mom to find out about us. If she does, she’ll leave and take me with her.” Ella looked up at me, perfectly serious. “I don’t want to lose you, Lucas.” Her eyes intensified. “Ever, ” she added.
“I’ll be extremely careful, then, ” I said softly.
Her beautiful eyes widened slightly when I bent my face to hers. A shy, pleased expression formed when she understood I wanted another kiss and she welcomed it with small, soft, warm lips, murmuring her pleasure; a gentle kiss that drew me deeper and deeper, drowning yet again.
Lost in the kiss, I fondled her small breast over her T-shirt. Ella murmured again and her tongue emerged to tease my lips, so sweetly gentle, so intensely sexy, and I felt my body respond. Would I ever get enough of her?
The kiss ended when she reached down, felt my crotch, and giggled lightly.
“That didn’t take long, ” she observed, smiling with pride.
The End
I love to suck my daddy’s cock and drink his creamy load. One day my uncle caught us so I am giving him blowjobs also. He gives me clothes jewelry and stuff in return. But he can’t satisfy my needs so I have my brother who can help me 7 to 8 times a day. His load is very watering and has sweet pineapple flavor. He brings me his friends who love my oral services.