The Magic of Ellie/Part 8

Chapter 1, Part 8

I woke up to a room lit by daylight. As I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was a smooth, shapely thigh just in front of me. I blinked a few times, then looked up to see Ellie, sitting by my head on the other wing of the couch. She didn't seem to notice my waking, and had her face buried in a book.

I shifted as I made to sit up, and she looked at me. Noticing that I was awake, her face lit up and she ran her fingers over my brow, gently brushing back my hair.

“Good morning,” She cooed, then leaned down to kiss my forehead.

It was pleasant, but my mind panicked at her brazen affection. I clawed my way upright, looking around in fear. My head wound violently reminded me of its presence.

“Don't worry,” She said, “Nobody's here to see us. Here, take your pills.”

She took a tiny paper cup with a pair of pills off of the coffee table, along with a glass of water, and thrust them at me. My head was pounding, so I took them without hesitation, and washed them down before moving on.

“What do you mean, 'nobody's here'?” I asked, reclining back into the cushion.

“It's just you and me,” She said cheerfully, “Mom and dad are at work. Brad's at school. All I had going on today was an end-of-the-year party, which I couldn't care less about, so I stayed home to be your nurse.”

I looked up at the clock on the wall, and noticed with alarm that it was nearly noon already.

“Ellie, please don't tell me you skipped school or something.” I said, feeling ill at the thought.

“What kind of delinquent do you think I am?” She asked indignantly, “I'm here in an official capacity from your doctor - my dad.”

“He let you stay here with me?”

“Yeah. It's not that hard to believe, is it? After all, he doesn't know about us...you know.” She said.

I had to be careful with all these secrets. Ellie didn't know what I'd overheard her parents talking about, so to her, the only issue was our relationship. But for me, I couldn't understand why they would allow this. Unless I'd misunderstood, James and Lori were worried that Ellie might be dangerous to me somehow. Enough so that they'd talked about the need to intervene in some way.

That meant they knew, or suspected, what exactly was going on with Ellie, and it was something they could stop, if they got to us in time. So why take such a flippant risk by leaving us alone for the day? Unless I had it wrong, and there was no danger here.

But come to think of it, what kind of danger could Ellie pose to me anyway? She couldn't overpower me. I was fairly certain she wouldn't put a knife in my back. If she had a medical condition, or mental issue, her dad, the doctor, wouldn't have been deferring to her mother on the matter. And there was no way he'd let Ellie run amok if she was unstable. No, they had acted like it was something...unnatural, almost.

They talked about something 'manifesting' in Ellie, and it 'having' her. What, like a possession? By a spirit or something? The thought was laughable. Especially from James. He was a medical professional, for crying out loud; a man of science and natural order.

“Jake!” Ellie cut through my thoughts, snapping her fingers in front of my face, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I'm fine,” I said, “Just thinking.”

“See? This is why I'm here.” She stated, as if she'd proven some point.

I gave her a flat look.

“You do know what a concussion is, right?” She asked haughtily.

“Yes, Ellie. I know what it is.”

“Then you know that once your brain gets bruised like that, symptoms can manifest long after the incident happens. I'm here to monitor you. So when you zone out like that, it worries me.”

Symptoms can...manifest. Symptoms. Was Ellie symptomatic of anything? She seemed normal enough, unless you considered her sexual response and libido. Was that it? Did they think she was a nymphomaniac or something, and might rape me? Surely not. Besides, that didn't fit the thing they said about something 'having' her.

But Ellie's ludicrous sex drive sure was strange, even if it turned me on like crazy. Just thinking about it set a pleasant current crackling through me, especially as I remembered what we'd done the other day. I felt like I had discovered a vast, wondrous treasure of limitless possibility, and I was as excited as a kid at Christmas to keep on exploring. And we just so happened to be alone. For the whole day.

“Jeez, what are you thinking about so much?” Ellie demanded.

I grinned at her and said, “Just a girl.”

She narrowed her eyes at me, “A girl, huh? Do I need to be worried?”

“I don't know,” I said, allowing myself to indulge in an obviously lecherous appraisal of her body, “Unless you're worried about being alone with a guy who finds you irresistibly appetizing. Plus, he's got a brain injury, so he might be capable of anything.”

Ellie's eyes widened, and she licked her lips in anticipation. She was pleasantly surprised by my assertiveness, and I was as well, I had to admit. Something about last night's ordeal had released me, in ways I had yet to reconcile. One of them, I was happy to discover, was that it was a hell of a lot easier for me to go after what I wanted. And right now, she was sitting right beside me.

With a fiendish grin, I grabbed Ellie by her arm and playfully dragged her onto my lap. She laughed and squealed as she let herself be led, and sat on her knees facing me, smiling broadly. She sighed in pleasure as I ran my hands over her lissome thighs and up her sides before pulling her into a fierce kiss. Just like that, she became that liquid creature of sensuous heat, folding into me perfectly, and making my lust bubble to the surface like nothing else.

She let go long, low whimpers of pleasure and need as our mouths danced, maddening in their allure. I ran my hands over her back and shoulders as I kissed her, feeling like I was finally taking a drink after being parched for weeks. My head throbbed with a dull ache, but even the fresh injury was driven out of my mind by the wonderful girl on my lap.

Soon, she could take it no longer, and pulled back. She stood, and grabbed the hem of her shirt to pull it off. I smiled broadly as I realized that I felt no kind of guilt or reserve about it. I felt free in this moment, like the whole world and all of its possibilities was open to me. I briefly recalled my conversation with James last – no, this morning, and the prospect of living here now made me actually laugh out loud. Did Ellie know yet? Wait 'til I tell her, she's gonna lay an egg!

Grinning like a dope, I made to pull my own shirt off. Like magic, by the time I had it over my head and could see Ellie again, she was stripped to her underwear. My breath caught at the sight of her standing before me. She smiled demurely, as if still unsure whether I liked what I saw, the dummy. I lovingly ran my eyes over her nubile little figure, drinking in her long, smooth legs, the delicate flare of hip, the taught tummy, lined ever so slightly with the outline of lithe muscle beneath.

I settled my gaze on her pantied hips and crotch, feeling madly turned on by the underwear. That was a surprise, since I'd never been an underwear guy. I didn't really get the appeal. And I supposed that I never would, if they weren't on Ellie. The understated white cotton fit snug around her, barely creased here and there, save for the tight pull between her legs, which accented a deliciously plush outline of labia. The way they framed the luscious lips was terribly erotic, more so perhaps than if she were outright nude.

I looked up to her face after ogling her for a while, wondering what she was thinking. She met my gaze with narrowed eyes and a sly grin. I returned the challenge in her look, unspoken discourse passing between us. We were good together like that; always had been. Only now, our uncanny ability to communicate wordlessly served a more lascivious purpose. She slowly walked up to stand just in front of me, her toes nearly standing on mine. It was an offering of sorts, I could tell. Do with me what thou wilt, if you dare.

Hands almost trembling with anticipation, I touched them to her soft legs and ran them up her thighs, over the textured cotton fabric, and up her thin waist, then down her back, my hands gliding over the pert rises of her high, tight buttocks. I leaned in and kissed her stomach, feeling it quiver under the delicate touch of my lips, and she inhaled a pleasant little hiss at the contact. I continued to kiss her midsection, all over her stomach, down to the elastic band of her panties. I could smell the clean, laundered fragrance from the cotton, and I playfully grabbed them with my teeth and pulled, then let go.

The elastic snapped back with a little pop, and Ellie squealed girlishly and squirmed away from the snap. She laughed and reached down to grab my face. She pulled it up to meet hers as she bent down to kiss me again. Quick as a snake, she took hold of my shorts while we kissed, and snatched them down to my knees. I grinned into her mouth, but didn't break the kiss. Eventually she did, and lowered herself to her knees to play with my tented boxers.

She grabbed my erection through the fabric and gently began to tease the outline of it, laying it flat on my leg and pressing the cloth of my boxers down around it to show the raised shape in contrast. She playfully tickled up and down its length, squeezing and flicking lightly here and there. I leaned back into the couch and enjoyed her playful touches.

When she finally pulled it out of the slit in the boxers, and straightened herself up to hover her face over it, I didn't say anything to stop her. Why bother? She'd already had it in her mouth, and it didn't hurt her. For me, it was the best thing I'd ever experienced. If she wanted to do this so badly, and she obviously did, why resist? Still, she looked up at me with curiosity in her expressive eyes.

I nodded, eliciting an eager smile from her which made my stomach flip with butterflies for some reason. Could she really like this so much? I always thought blowjobs were something girls did occasionally as a special favor. The thought that Ellie might actually crave it was terribly enticing. But I was fast learning to check any and all surprise at the door when it came to this girl and her sexuality.

She began slowly, tenderly. Her tongue stretched out, she licked a long trail up the side of my shaft, all the way to the tip. I felt a zing of tingles all the way, making my toes fan out with the sensation. She noticed my reaction, and repeated the move, on the other side. Then up the middle, trailing with tantalizing pressure up the fleshy rise of my urethra, all the way to the tip, where she swirled her tongue around the frenulum. The sharp jolts of pleasure made me hang my head back and groan as I twitched and shifted under her work.

Ellie watched me the whole while, her gorgeous eyes huge with wonder at my response. I got to see, firsthand, her realization of a yet unfulfilled craving she'd had for years, and along with it her discovery of just how much power she had in such a simple thing. Gradually as she played, licking and kissing up and down my length, her confidence grew, guided by my responses as she carefully paid attention to how what she did affected me.

Soon, she had me nearly ready to force myself into her mouth. I was so worked up I was practically writhing, my toes and fists clenching and unclenching, my breaths coming faster and sharper. When she finally did lick her lips to wet them and lower herself down over my penis, a low moan built from my clenched gut and rolled through and out of my mouth at the sweet, hot sensation.

The heat of her little mouth suffused all the way into my center, it seemed, causing me to feel like I was melting. She gingerly tried moving her tongue in a swirl across the bottom of my shaft. I sucked in a breath and my head fell back at the incredible, soft movement from within the hot confines of her mouth. Ellie's eyes shot up to me, curious even as she slowly rose up and off of my penis, leaving it forlorn and twitching in the cool air.

“You okay?” She asked, licking her lips.

I nodded and said, “You have no idea.”

“So I'm doing it right?” She asked excitedly, hunkering back down over my penis, eager to keep going.

“I don't have any other experience to compare it to, but it feels amazing. So I'd say you are.”

She paused and looked at me again, “You didn't do this with Amy?”

I shook my head.

She looked thoughtful for a moment, then resumed her work, more intent now than before, if that was possible. It didn't take me long to realize what she was thinking. I couldn't give her my first time having sex, but she could be the first one to give me oral. And in that, she was eager to do a good job and make a good impression. It was touching, and I made sure to hold nothing back in vocalizing just how much I enjoyed her ministrations.

That wasn't hard to do, for she very quickly had me writhing like a snake and groaning almost involuntarily. She recalled the steady rhythm she'd used with her hands the other day, and mimicked it with her mouth. All the while, she experimented with various uses of her tongue, pressure of lips squeezing, actual sucking. Everything she did was exquisite, causing new cascades of pleasurable crackles and jolts from head to toe.

She was a total natural at this, I mused with dark humor. She was learning incredibly fast, and had avoided all the pitfalls I'd heard about from other guys. I'd heard the horror stories about a guy having his dick in the mouth of a girl who was all teeth, or a girl who pushed too far and ended up gagging herself and throwing up on the guy's lap. Ellie just bypassed all of that effortlessly, and the result was driving me quickly to the brink.

I had to stop her. I felt that building bubble of release rising to the surface, demanding and inexorable, once over the threshold. I didn't want to end this yet, not without enjoying her pleasure. So I gently pulled her up and off of me, with no small resistance on her part. I'd been so caught up in sitting back and enjoying things that I didn't notice how rapt Ellie had become in enjoying having me in her mouth. It never would have occurred to me that she could derive such pleasure from it.

As I pulled her face up, I saw the far-away, hazy look of arousal in her eyes. And as her mouth came off of my penis, trailing a glistening tendril of saliva from her lip, her tongue reached out for another lick, as if in a reluctant goodbye. I could feel her head straining against my hands to break free and fall onto my dick again. Then I noticed what else she had been doing.

She'd had one hand sitting on my lap, idly running it over my abdomen as she sucked and licked, but the other, I now saw, had been busy rubbing herself while she pleasured me. It was still moving down there, as if detached from anything else and focused only on teasing pleasure from her pantied crotch. My breath caught at the insanely erotic sight, and my penis stiffened even more if that was possible. It ached now, and I knew without a doubt that if Ellie were to so much as lick it again it would erupt. And still, her little hand kept on rubbing.

It was too much; I had to partake of her. My experience touching her with my hand had been wonderful, but not nearly enough. After feeling how obscenely wet she was, I had to have more. I picked her up easily, and laid her back on the couch. She still seemed somewhat dazed, as if lost in her own world of pleasure. Her little hand, interrupted so rudely from its work, twitched and glided across her leg on its way to resume. My whole body shuddered at the sight. Pure, unhinged arousal.

She was looking at me, but not really seeing me. I barely had a moment to wonder how the hell she could get this far gone just by sucking my dick. Did she really love it so much? But there was no time for pondering such. I had a breathtakingly sexy little nymph to enjoy, and I planned to do just that.

I paused only briefly to marvel at the discolored, damp cotton of her panties. They were more translucent now, and I could see clearly the shape of her puffy labia and the small nub of her engorged clitoris at the top. My mouth went dry and my hand shook as I reached out and gingerly touched her. She twitched at my contact, the lissome tendons of her inner thighs tensing briefly.

I curled a finger under the damp elastic edge next to her thigh, and pulled it aside. The thick slime within glistened in tendrils and little ropes where it clung to the cotton as I pulled it it away to reveal Ellie's labia. I just gazed at it for a moment, marveling at the beauty and perfection of the shape and how a mere arrangement of flesh could have such a powerfully erotic impact on me.

I watched in amazement as her small vaginal opening twitched with her arousal and anticipation, a fresh bead of dewy fluid welling up at the bottom then trailing down to her anus. I despaired of ever fitting my penis inside. Then I had to sharply remind myself that I had decided firmly to wait at least a few years before attempting sex. Could I really do it? It was all well and good to promise such when I had no idea of Ellie's unearthly erotic temptation. Knowing that she wanted it too wasn't helping.

Shaking my head to clear the dangerous thoughts, I set my mind back to my original intention. I slowly lowered myself, stretching my legs out behind me and wedging my hot, achingly stiff erection beneath me at a somewhat comfortable angle. My eyes mere inches from Ellie's glistening wet vagina, I felt a heady rush of surreal wonder. I was really doing this. With Ellie.

I glanced up to her face one last time, and found her eyes bright and clear again, although her small chest was heaving heavily with anticipation. She smiled and nodded her head. I returned my attention between her legs, but didn't dive right in. I began with tender kisses over her tense inner thighs, feeling the now-cold wetness there on my lips.

Ellie began to let out little gasps as I continued inwards. When I reached the crease of her thigh and labia, I swept my tongue up along the line, thrilling in both the sharp hiss of breath Ellie treated me to, and the feeling of her thick fluid on my tongue. I tried to spread it around in my mouth in an effort to find a taste, but it was pointless. First no smell, now no taste. How disappointing.

Not that I was complaining, really. Those horror stories I'd heard about oral sex went both ways. I'd heard plenty of guys bitch about having to go down on their girlfriends, claiming that it often smelled funky or she was too hairy, or he'd give himself a charlie horse in his tongue before she ever came. They complained of numb lips, stiff necks, itchy faces, and a host of other awful-sounding things. But I knew none of that would apply here. Perfection, as ever. No smell, no taste, no hair, and a lightning-fast trigger for her orgasms. Indeed, even if she did taste or smell less than wonderfully, I knew I still would be eager to do this. I thought I might be starting to see why she had been so enraptured while giving me oral. And I hadn't even begun yet.

Wasting no more time in idle thought, I continued. My kisses moved to her outer labia, and I relished the springy softness as I pressed my lips down. They slid over the sheen of fluid, and I soon began opening my mouth wider to kiss, more a 'bite' with my lips than a press. Ellie was squirming and whimpering and already trying to curl her hips up to satiate her need for pressure and contact. I took my time though, and enjoyed her build-up of aroused tension under my touch.

When I finally dipped my tongue into her cleft to sweep over her delicate little inner labia, hidden and barely visible as they were, Ellie squealed and jerked up with the sharp pleasure. She dropped back onto the couch hard and groaned in frustration.

“Stop messing around.” She growled.

I pulled back and looked up at her, an eyebrow raised and said, “You want me to stop?”

She glared at me, but gave a little shake of her head.

“What does that mean?” I asked, not bothering to hide my grin.

“Don't stop.” She mumbled.

“Can you ask me nicely?” I pressed, delighting in her embarrassment.

“Eat me.” She said dryly, then struggled to fight the smile at her own joke.

I gave her what she wanted. I dipped my head and ran a flared tongue all the way from her oozing cleft up to her stiff little clit. She let go a surprised cry, and went rigid. I didn't stop to check on her, and proceeded to lap at her clit like a puppy with a salt block. Ellie's moans built in a staccato crescendo, and she finally curled her hips harder into my face, grabbed a double fistful of my hair, and tried to yank my head into her. She climaxed with a long, wailing moan, and I didn't relent.

Instead, I began incorporating sucking into my treatment. I pressed my lips over her clit like a wide kiss, and gently sucked the delicate flesh into my mouth, running my tongue over and around it, flicking it, pressing it. In no time, Ellie came again, this time clamping her thighs onto my head as she squeezed and bucked her hips. The pressure and intensity was wonderful, and I felt like I was enclosed in an erotic cocoon. Her wet thighs felt cool on the sides of my face.

I realized that I was grinding my own hips down into the couch on top of my penis to stimulate it and apply pressure. I hadn't been aware of deciding to do that. I tried to stop myself, lest I cum into the couch and ruin this delicious game. Changing my focus, I decided to take it up a notch with Ellie. I sat up a little, giving myself room to get my hand up to her slick, undulating cleft.

Scooping up lubricating slime with my two middle fingers, I slowly pushed them into her, watching with rapt intensity as her vagina swallowed them into its blazing heat. She stiffened again and cried out a ragged moan which intensified steadily as my fingers went deeper and deeper, up to my knuckles. Her hot, textured walls gripped and trembled around them, and I worked them back and forth a few times to accommodate her.

Then I lowered my mouth back onto her clit, and she went insane. Almost instantly, I felt that clenching, expelling grip on my fingers as her climax struck like a battering ram. I flicked my tongue over her clit as rapidly as I could, and she screamed in tortured ecstasy. She twisted and bucked and her legs flailed around my head, trying several times to slam shut against the almost unbearable pleasure. I finally had to use my free arm to brace against her strong, athletic thighs knocking into me.

As her vagina spasmed and clenched around my fingers, I gave up on trying to go in and out of her. Instead, I jammed them as deep as they would go, locking my wrist against her involuntary contractions that tried to expel them. I curled the fingers and splayed them and twisted them, every move sending her into an even higher state of orgasmic madness. Her slimy cream leaked out from around the fingers in a thick ooze, running down my hand and wrist, and I occasionally spun them to slick them back up with it.

After an unbelievably long time, Ellie's climax still hadn't abated. Her screams of pleasure began sounding ragged and hoarse, and she was coated in a sheen of sweat from her exertions. How long would this go on if I let it? She was gibbering incoherently now, tears running freely down her cheeks. I began to worry she might hurt herself if I didn't stop. I lifted my head away from her red, inflamed clit, and watched her unbelievably sexy writhing and flailing.

When I pulled my fingers out of her, they were followed by a cascade of thick cream. I instinctively bent down and gouged my tongue into her cleft in an effort to catch what I could of it. Even with a thick mouthful of the stuff, it only had a slightly bitter tang to the taste.

I sat up on my knees between her legs and watched her with awe and fierce desire. She was nearly unconscious it seemed, still moaning and writhing and shuddering regularly from the receding waves of ecstasy. She looked like an angelic doll, deflowered and pleasure-broken. That hot, black bubble of lust welled inside of me, near to bursting with demanding intensity. I wanted to stuff my hot cock into her and fuck her like a dog. I could do it so easily. Nothing stopping me, and she would love every second of it. It's what she wanted, after all.

My breathing became ragged as I fought the urge. My penis lay between her legs and over her abdomen like a battering ram poised to destroy. In a moment of clarity, I decided to simply finish myself off over her stomach, lest I do something I'd regret. I grabbed myself with a sticky hand and began stroking. I knew it would take no time at all to coax the massive ejaculation out of me.

Ellie happened to open her eyes languidly, just as I began stroking myself. Once she realized what I was doing, she gave a hoarse little cry of despair and struggled to sit up on her elbows. Her eyes were still hazy, as if she was drugged, and her body still shuddered and twitched, but she dutifully opened her mouth and sat waiting in invitation. The sight sent me over the edge instantly, and I let the orgasm wash over me with a low moan.

Tides of fiery pleasure wracked me, making me feel boneless and breathless. I tried to aim at her mouth like she wanted, but the shots went everywhere. Her mouth, face, neck, chest, stomach. By the time it was over she was glazed in a sheen of pearlescent semen, thick ropes plastered over her face and dripping. I leaned back on my haunches, trying to catch my breath, feeling fuzzy and disoriented as my body tried to rally and put me back together.

I watched with muted awe as Ellie swirled what had gotten in her mouth, a dreamy, far-away look in her eyes, and swallowed eagerly with a shiver and a little smile. She then proceeded to scoop up what she could with her fingers from her face, neck, chest, and plunge the sticky goo into her mouth with relish, sucking her fingers clean before returning to get more. I was reminded of a cat cleaning herself.

When she finished, she smiled at me tiredly, sultry blue eyes blazing with satisfaction and adoration.

“Mmm, I didn't expect all this so soon after you woke up.” She purred, repositioning herself to drape into my lap, her arms around my waist.

I sat, trying to catch my breath still, and petted her hair as she idly licked and kissed my sticky, flaccid penis.

“I didn't either, really,” I said, watching bemused as she enjoyed my tired penis with such innocent glee, “It kind of came over me all of a sudden.”

She giggled and said, “Me too.”

I laughed along with her double entendre, and gently lifted her head to kiss her. She looked deeply into my eyes for a long moment, a searching question behind her gaze.

“Why won't you fuck me?” She asked the question so innocently, like a kid might ask why the sky is blue.

The childishness of the tone, coming out of a girl's mouth who was still shiny with my cum, did strange things to me. If she only knew how close a call it had been. Thinking back to that now, after I'd come back down from my raging inferno of lust frightened me. If we were going to continue doing this sort of thing, I would have to be very careful from here on. But as I thought about it, I realized I felt differently now than I had a few days ago.

My reasoning behind my denial of sex had changed. I was too tired to muster any self-recrimination at my hypocrisy, so I just faced the fact coldly and objectively. There was no more moral outrage. No more sense of right or wrong. That had been broken, defeated. All that remained now was practicality. I couldn't deny how much I wanted her, and all that was left was her safety.

I sighed, and shook my head.

“One reason only, at this point,” I admitted, “It would hurt you. I won't fit in there. Not without doing damage.”

“Can't we at least try?” She sounded so eager.

“Eventually,” I said, “Can't this be enough for now?”

“I told you I'm not going to drop it.” She said, standing up off of the couch a little drunkenly.

“Fair enough,” I relented, doing likewise, “But you'll just have to wait, for now.”

The couch was a disaster. Fortunately, the majority of the spills and stains were absorbed by the bedding I'd slept on, but we'd have to wash that for sure. Along with the pillow cases, and one of the couch cushion covers, and our clothes. And we needed a thorough shower.

So we put the items in the wash, then ran a shower. We decided to get in together, and I was starting to get the idea that there would be but one thing on the agenda for today. I only wished I'd woken up sooner.

Author's Note: So that's it for chapter one! Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed. If you'd like to give any opinions or feedback, or anything really, feel free to contact me on here, or via my email Garax11@Mail.com