Ella's Awakening

by Angell Lynn Salver

  The moon was bright and Sergio reached behind him, pulling the curtains open so he could see Ella better. He looked out the window, up at the illuminated Milky Way, in awe of the sky like he’d rarely seen it, the kind of sky that can only be witnessed far from city lights. For a moment, it looked like a different world outside. The strangeness of the cottage isolation and the curious sky caused Sergio to feel even more disconnected from the conventions of society. The trappings of his age slipped ever further from him. It is the great sorrow of every aging soul, the sadness that is unsaid, how the body ages faster than the heart, and how every graying man is a youthful soul trapped in a body that seemed to weather overnight. Sergio’s imprisonment was like a dream, far from him now; he allowed himself to drift from that sorrow, because tonight it didn’t seem to matter.

  The room was noticeably brighter when he turned back to Ella. The moonlight seemed to cascade over her body, making her look softer and more inviting. Sergio noticed how the windowpanes carved the light into dark lines across her figure, leaving her face shadowed while her breasts remained illuminated in a box flooded with moonlight—her curvy hips framed in a second box, like every pornographic centerfold ever unfolded sideways to release women who want cum spread across their supple bodies.

  Ella took the small leather case from the table and withdrew a small straight razor. She reached down and pulled her dress up to her navel, revealing her tanned thighs. Sergio drew a quick breath. He was caught completely off guard. He felt a pulse through his body and his eyes fell to her crotch, straining to see more. His face grew warm and he felt his cock begin to thicken, uncomfortably restrained by his pants. He pressed himself back in his chair, rubbing his hands along the tops of his pant legs, trying to covertly straighten and adjust his growing rod, wanting to free the pressure that was building. He stared hard at Ella, and she opened her bronzed legs widely in front of him. He could see her world, completely natural to her, innocent, sexual, fully on display. His eyes drank in every nuance of the mounding pubis in front of him. The pinkness of her lips was evident. Her folds were small, as if her pussy was holding its breath. She poured the bowl of oatmeal over her crotch, rubbing it around the soft stubble above her virgin sheath, like some sort of gray shaving cream.

  Sergio watched her youthful hands. The tips of her fingers were so feminine, and she seemed to take a subtle pleasure in gently spreading the oatmeal across her soft pubis. She used her fingertips, gently caressing her tender skin until she was sure it was coated evenly. Ella took the razor and stroked it over the wispy blond hairs above her pussy, slow gentle strokes, so delicately that her skin did not dimple under its touch. There was no need to stretch the skin; her taught body was perfectly suited for shaving without the need of assistance, though Sergio felt the growing desire to help in some small way.

  The room grew silent, so quiet that the blade could be heard stroking her skin. With every swipe, Sergio felt his cock grow harder, his eyes fixed on her virgin folds. Despite his best efforts, his discomfort grew until he finally reached down and pulled his throbbing member forward, straightening it into an obvious unmistakable tent within his pants.

  His movement caught Ella’s attention, her eyes now fixed on the bulging rod thinly concealed beneath Sergio’s clothes. She felt a blush cross her skin, a warmth in her chest that started to radiate through the rest of her body. She watched the intensity in his fixated eyes as she drew the blade across her skin, how the bulge in his pants seemed to dance slightly. She wondered if something she was doing was beginning to stir him, the way the boat rudder drove her to press down hard on the wood. “Let me see it Sergio. I know you have a cock. Betty told me men have one. Let me see it.” The tenor of her voice matured. She unconsciously understood, for the first time in her life, that she had some unspoken power—something he was reacting to. She started putting the puzzle together in her mind; this is what Betty told me would happen. Someday men will want me for my body. This is why I was told to protect myself from scars. This is why I am worth a penny more. He wants something from me.

  Sergio abandoned any concern about the appropriateness of her request. He knew that refusing would ruin the night, that her brash nature and the curiosity in her eyes would not be denied. He began to untie the string that held the top of his pants tight. Ella’s eyes widened, anticipating what she might witness. She let the razor drop to the floor and felt a familiar heat begin to grow between her legs. Tiny waves of adrenalin awakened her senses. Sergio paused, as though he might have something to say, and in that moment of uncertainty, Ella let out a tiny sigh in the quiet room; it was something which might have went completely unnoticed at any other time, but so loud were the implications of her innocence, the eagerness of her anticipation, that nothing could have had more power to urge Sergio on. His hands worked clumsily while his eyes were fixated on Ella’s blushing pussy. She felt the weight of his eyes probing her deeply. She spread her legs wider, shifting lower in the chair, inching her pubis toward his consuming gaze while her hands drifted down, fondling her lips, and pressing onto her heated mound while she stared hard at his pants, the bulge, his rough hands—imagining how they might feel on her skin.

  Sergio opened his pants, pulling them down to expose his throbbing penis. Releasing his insistent rod from its prison felt amazing. His cock seemed to move on its own, pulsing with every beat of his heart, engorged with blood, bobbing like a bird testing the ground for food. He never took his eyes off Ella’s pussy as he began stroking the length of his cock with his right hand. Knowing she was looking, staring really, only made him want to stroke harder. He wanted to show her, school her about the reality of men.

  Ella was amazed at the sight of his shaft. She did not expect it to look so smooth, and its thickness resembled that of the rudder handle. She immediately wanted to touch it, but she didn’t want to take her hands off her moist depths; the sensations were growing and she couldn’t break free. each breath

  “Pull your pussy open so I can see it all,” he said, no more sternly than when he told her to start getting ready for the trip. Still, his words remained powerful. She was unable to resist the feeling that she had been commanded, and she reluctantly stopped teasing her swelling lips. She did as she was told without thinking. Ella slipped her hands to either side of her moistening flower and pulled the petals apart, displaying her deep pink tones and revealing a tiny hole that hinted at the tight hymen within.

  Sergio knew that her sheath was impossibly small, too small to be penetrated without pain, but it was all he could think of, the pleasure of tearing her open, feeling the tight warmth around his eager cock as he pumped her full of the passion he held back for decades. Years of holding back his desires had made his yearnings powerful and demanding. He took advantage of the power of his words, changing to a dominating tone. “Take your dress off and play with your tits,” he said, more sternly than before.

  Ella quickly pulled off her dress and threw it to the floor. She looked nervous now, squeezing her tits together, shaking them up and down, “like this? Is this what you want?” Sergio’s eyes were glued to her jiggling breasts. Watching them bounce heavily only made him want to stroke his cock faster. “Shake them harder.” Ella lifted her mounds with her hands, bouncing them wildly up and down, her eyes fixated on the intensity of his hands, the way he gripped his cock, knowing the way he stroked it must feel like her clit feels when she slides her fingers over it. She sensed an intensity rising within them both that made her nervous. She was unsure where this was leading, if she could stop if she wanted to. “Now lay down,” he said sternly, pointing to the floor beside her.

  Ella shifted in her chair, trying to make sense of his words—he wants me to lay on the floor? Then she heard him command her sternly. “Do it Ella! Lay down right there.” She saw him pointing forcefully down to the area next to her chair. She did not think anymore. She slid off the chair and onto a small area rug, still trying to shake her tits as best she could. She was lying on her back
, watching as Sergio got up and took off his pants. He was towering over her. She was breathing hard, nervous, and confused. She saw his cock bobbing from side to side above her as he tossed his pants onto the chair. She watched him kneel down and felt his hands grasp both of her legs firmly. She felt her body begin to slide across the floor as he pulled her forcefully toward him. Ella let out a small squeal, more from surprise than fear. She experienced his unexpected power, and suddenly felt completely helpless beneath him.

  She saw Sergio lean over and felt him grasp both of her tits in his thick hands. He began licking them, sucking them, first one and then the other. His hands were rough, the way she knew they would be. The wet heat returned, and she thought about the boat handle, how it satisfied her. She needed that satisfaction now, and Ella began to understand that she wanted Sergio’s throbbing rod inside her. The same frustrating feelings from the skiff had returned, but this time Sergio was driving the intensity. It was becoming a maddening craving again, with an unimaginable intensity, and she started whimpering loudly.

  Her eyes searched his moonlit form—his cock was there, protruding in the shadows. She could see it jutting upward from between his legs while he was over the top of her. She wanted to touch it, to know if it was as hard as it looked. She felt an aching from her core, a new wash of wetness moistened her pussy, urging her to reach out, but his relentless sucking made it all but impossible. Each time Sergio switched breasts, tugging hard on her nipples with his sucking mouth and tongue, her thoughts were interrupted. She wanted to reach out and touch his cock, but the sensation from her tits welled up, climbed over her, weakening her resolve. Her nipples repeatedly sent heated pulses to her core. The feeling was overwhelming and she thought she might peak just from the strength of the foreplay. She was dominated completely by his mouth. She was helpless to do anything but ride the waves of sensation that he was causing deep within her.

  Ella felt possessed, the way her hips kept pressing forward, flexing involuntarily, and lifting her rounded ass off the floor. She wanted to touch her pussy. She wanted him to touch it too. It was hot and desperate between her legs. She reached down with her hands but Sergio grabbed both of her wrists and gathered them together in his left hand, pinning them over her head as he sucked her pebbled nipples harder. His control was indomitable. There was something about the sheer power of his grip, and the way pinning her seemed effortless to him that made her grow even hotter. She moaned and wriggled in vain under his grasp, trying to free her hands, welling up with frantic needs until her mouth suddenly would not contain her words, “touch it! Touch my pussy! Do it now!”

  Sergio was shocked to hear the words, to know she was both dominated and demanding. He reached down and slid his right hand over her slick tightness. He rubbed back and forth over her clit, still sucking her tits until he felt Ella begin to quiver. He released her hands and shifted his body to watch his hand stroking her swelling mound. She immediately reached for his cock. Ella grabbed it, wrapping her right hand around it firmly. Once she had it, she was not entirely sure what to do with it. She started stroking it as she had seen him doing earlier. She felt the power of it, the pulse of his strong body in his rod. She squeezed it hard, then softer, stroking him in rhythm with his hand on her clit. Her demand had worked—the rough hands she wanted so desperately were on her, and she finally had his cock in her grip. She was unprepared for how getting her wish would bring her to new heights of frustration.

  She felt him pressing harder on her pussy, gliding over her slickness faster and faster. The greater the sensations coursing through her body, the deeper her wanting became. She needed the satisfaction that she got from the boat rudder. She needed it so badly she thought she might die without it. Ella pressed her hips upward, hard, holding her pubis in the air, whimpering loudly. A tear began to crest in her eye, and suddenly it wasn’t fun anymore. Things took a very serious tone and she would not be denied further. She wanted the cock she was holding, the same way she wanted the boat rudder. She wanted it inside her with an urgency that overtook her completely. “Put it in me,” she demanded, “put your cock in me before I die.”

  Sergio grabbed her left thigh and pulled it toward him, sliding Ella into position. He was poised between her legs, holding his body off the floor with his left arm while he positioned his cock with his other hand. He slowly pressed the tip of his crown against her tight folds and felt her begin to open to him. The desire to push was unnaturally strong, but he held back. He felt her body tense as her moist sheath started to spread and the first twinge of pain registered across her face. He felt her hands pressing against his hips, bracing to prevent him from entering her vessel further. He did not withdraw, or press deeper. They stayed locked in place for several moments.

  Sergio reached down with his right hand and started stroking her clit again, the tip of his hard cock still suspended at her slick opening. His cock was aching. He wanted to push so badly, but it was not in his nature to force it. She began breathing harder, and her hips bucked slightly. The whimpering returned with more desperation than before. Sergio looked deeply into Ella’s eyes for the first time since they met at the beach. He stroked her clit fast and hard with his fingers. He wanted to see the look in her eyes when she came, and he knew it would be soon. It seemed like she was peering into his soul, as if they had a meaningful connection. While they gazed deeply at each other, he heard her start moaning and fussing louder and louder. She began to crest. Sergio felt her hands release his hips. She wrapped her legs around him, grabbed his ass with both hands, and pulled hard, forcing his cock to tear through her with a hot wave of satisfying relief.

  Ella screamed loudly, and came hard. Her body clenched the cock she finally enveloped deep inside her tight pussy. Waves of pleasure overwhelmed her and drowned out the painful sensation of her lost virginity. Her cries got louder and filled the house. She took deep breaths, like the huge gasps of someone saved from drowning. Each breath was followed by a hungry spasm that gathered every good thing in the world and spread it throughout her body. She felt Sergio begin to pump his hips, driving his cock into her core, withdrawing and driving in again. Each thrust was eagerly accepted. She tilted her hips and rose to meet each penetration. It felt amazing and profoundly satisfying. As her ecstasy started to fade, she noticed a change in him, felt him become forceful, shoving hard against her tightness, rhythmically slapping into her body, until he tensed and she felt the unfamiliar pulses of him emptying into her.

  ~~~OOO~~~

  Father Sergio was already on the beach when Ella awoke. The two bags she had packed and a conservative outfit were on the kitchen table next to an egg sandwich and a glass of water. She felt a painful swelling between her legs, and noticed dried blood on her thighs. Ella went to the kitchen and drew some water from a small cistern. She carefully washed her body while she reflected on last night’s heated sex.

  She wondered if Betty would be proud of her, or if Betty’s words about getting a penny more held some disappointing meaning. She had nothing to show for last night. Did it even matter? The reality of what the day would bring began to sink in. Today she would leave Al Amara, and she would go somewhere new, somewhere filled with people. She took several bites of the sandwich and got dressed. The loneliness of the cottage seemed profound. There was nothing there for her now. She walked over to the table where the makeup was. She knew it was forbidden, but she no longer cared about the rules. She took a lipstick and put it in her pocket.

  Ella hefted the bags from the table, swinging them over her shoulder as she stepped outside into the warm sun of a new day. She knew Betty would ask about the ride in the boat, about her night with Father Sergio. She had never lied to Betty, but she was prepared to. She would not go back to being completely dominated by her grandmother. She was not the same woman now. Since her last talk with Betty, she had found her voice, learned to be demanding. She had a new world of wants and desires. Father Sergio told her she had new adventures ahead. She knew he was right, and
she wanted whatever came next. More than anything, she wanted sex again, and she wouldn’t be denied.

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