As we were both young women now, Ella had developed the most beautiful body whereas I still looked like a twelve year old boy. She had full round breasts that would generously fill a C cup, but even in an A cup, I would still pad my bra. Her face and hair were angelic, but my face was plain and my skin was freakishly freckled. We both had lean figures and toned muscles from working on the farm, but Ella’s butt was soft and shapely while mine was thin and bony. Ella understood that I was self conscious about my body, so she downplayed the importance of physical beauty and never compared her body to mine. She always told me that I was beautiful, but I never believed her.
At eighteen, I not only felt love for Ella, I felt something more carnal. I felt what the preacher referred to as lust, and if the lust a man feels for a woman is sinful, surely God would send me to hell for the lust I felt for Ella. We were both outwardly modest, as per our Christian upbringing, but we weren’t modest with each other. In my bedroom or in the bathroom, Ella had no reservations about being naked in front of me. I often had to avert my eyes and even then, she occasionally caught me staring at her. Her smile would warm my heart, but her body would set mine on fire. The sight of her, the smell of her, the sound of her voice, and feel of her when I had occasion to touch, brought me endless joy and continuous sexual frustration.
I remember an image of Ella in my room, nude and bent over the laundry basket, looking for something she’d misplaced. The smooth flawless skin covering the globes of her amazing ass were only two feet in front of me. They made my body tingle, but just below, in a place I seldom got to view, the plump pink lips of her outer labia beckoned shamelessly from between her slightly parted legs. And between these exquisite lips, I could glimpse the smaller but even more beautiful inner lips that were normally hidden from my gaze. I was wearing only panties and without thinking, my hand moved of its own accord to my pussy, where I quickly began sliding my middle finger between my own very wet lips. I wished that moment could have lasted forever, but after a few seconds, she looked over her shoulder, saw me fingering myself, and said slyly, “Thinking about boys again Hailey?”
I quickly pulled my fingers from my sex and discreetly wiped them on my bedsheets. Ella came and sat beside me, put an arm around my shoulder, and pressed her breast into me so that our nipples almost touched. “Which one?” she asked excitedly. “I’ll bet it’s that new hand we saw working at the Bradshaw farm. He’s gorgeous and I’ve heard a rumor about him. Something kind of naughty,” she teased with a devilish grin.
“So what is it?” I asked, barely able to concentrate on anything but the feel of Ella’s breast pressed into my skin. Why was this so exciting to me and how is it that I managed to push my shame aside and focus on my physical self instead of my spiritual self.
“MaryBeth said she spied on him while he was washing up in the barn. He was naked!” she whispered. “She said he was all muscles and his ass was like a Greek God’s, chiseled from marble. It flexed when he bent over and between his legs, she saw his cock hanging down.”
I gasped when I heard Ella use the word cock. It was such a dirty word. “It swung from side to side as he moved.” Ella was giddy as she told the story but I wondered how much exaggeration I was listening to.
“How big was it? Did she see him front on, or just from behind?” I asked, a bit more interested now.
“Hang on. I’m getting to the best part, ” she said. “MaryBeth told me he turned around and walked straight towards her because that’s where the water barrel was. She said his cock was as big as a full grown zucchini and his balls were like apples,” she giggled with obvious arousal. “She watched him wash it and it took two hands just to hold it. Can you imagine that on your wedding night?”
“You’re so bad Ella! You shouldn’t talk like that,” I chastised, but my excitement was steadily increasing.
“You shouldn’t preach. It wasn’t me just now playing with my privates,” she grinned. “I’ll bet you were dreaming of holding a big one like that and rubbing yourself against it. They say it gets so hot that you can almost burn your fingers on it and when it gets hard, it’s like an ax handle, but it’s covered with the softest skin so, if you dare, it’s like kissing a fresh peach.” We both laughed at the erotic images Ella had painted, but we were also both a little breathless. Neither of us had ever actually seen a real adult dick before, but girls talk and from such conversations, we considered ourselves quite knowledgeable about the topic.
“After he finished washing it, it wasn’t hanging anymore!” Ella dropped to her knees in front of me, grasped my hands and looked into my eyes, wanting to see my reactions. “It was half way up and still on the rise. He had a boner and it kept getting bigger and bigger until it was pointing straight up. Then he leaned on the barn post with one hand and took his cock in his other hand.”
“I don’t believe it! Right in front of her he starts playing with it? No way!” I said incredulously.
“He couldn’t see her. She was hiding. He started to squeeze it and stroke it and he moaned and made funny noises,” Ella said as she squeezed my hands tightly and imitated his motions. We were both trembling a little, me for hearing the story and Ella for telling it. “Then he started saying the F word over and over again and his rhythm got faster and faster until.”
“He didn’t!”
“He stood up straight and grabbed his balls with his other hand, all his muscles went tense, and he came all over the barn floor! She said he gushed and gushed buckets of white creamy stuff. It shot out of his dick and landed 20 feet away from where he was standing!”
“No way. She’s making this up,” I protested with what little breath I had left.
“She swears on her mother’s grave that she actually saw it. I heard her say so myself.”
Ella’s nipples were flaring and her chest was flushed. She was clearly excited just talking about boys and dicks and masturbation and cum. With the story over, she released my hands and moved back onto the bed, where we sat for a while, speechless. It took a few minutes for our hearts to stop racing.
Ella moved further up onto the bed and leaned back against the wall. Then she straddled me with her legs and pulled me backward into her embrace so her firm breasts and erect nipples pressed into my back. This wasn’t sexual for Ella. It was just closeness shared between two lifelong friends, but for me, it was intensely sexual. I felt butterflies in my stomach, wetness flow from my sex, and my clit was a hard little button aching to be touched. My knees were pulled up so my feet were on the bed as I leaned back into my friend’s embrace. I parted my knees slightly and rested my hands, one on top of the other, between my legs. Though this seemed casual, it allowed me to discreetly place the middle finger of one hand at the opening of my vagina. Then, driven by arousal and after building up enough nerve, I slipped the finger into my aching pussy. I closed my legs and glanced down to make sure my left hand was hiding what my right hand was doing, and believing that Ella wouldn’t see anything suspicious, I started to gently massage the inner walls of my sex.
“In a few months when we both turn nineteen, we’re going to be allowed to date boys without a chaperone and I intend to see some dicks. I might even touch one. Maybe even kiss one!”
“Ella, stop talking foolishness. You know that’s ungodly, and besides, who’s going to show you their dick. And if they did, they’d want something in return. We have to save ourselves for our husbands. No man’s going to want to marry you if you’ve given yourself to someone else,” I cautioned, feeling both turned on and jealous. I also struggled with the hypocrisy of telling Ella she was being godless while I was slowly pumping my finger in and out of my quivering sex.
“Don’t be angry with me,” Ella pouted as she took her hands off my shoulder, slid them under my elbows, and wrapped her arms around me. She pulled me tighter while thoughtlessly placing one hand over my left breast. I felt my nipple get pinched between her index and middle finger and an electric shock flooded my senses. I gasped, but she didn’t notice, and like a baby, she slowly rocked me from side to side, talking on and on about boys and dicks and sex. Though her lips were inches from my ear, I couldn’t focus on her words. As she rocked me, the pressure on my nipple rose and fell and the finger in my sex slid in and out. All I was aware of were the sensations coursing through my body and the feeling that a climax was approaching.
Ella would often hold me and rock me in her arms. It always felt warm and loving, like being held by your mother, but on that day, on that bed, virtually naked together, it didn’t feel like my mother’s touch. It felt incredibly sensual, almost overwhelming. I felt my arousal intensifying with each back and forth motion of our bodies. I moved my thumb to my clit and inserted a second finger into my sex, gently but rapidly squeezing and rubbing them together.
As we rocked, Ella’s hair brushed against my shoulders and her thighs slid along my hips. My entire body was tingling and I shifted my position up just slightly so that I could penetrate myself more deeply. I fought not to tremble and tensed every muscle in my body, but within seconds, I passed over the threshold, my toes curled and an orgasm washed over me.
At the beginning, it felt like a ring of small needles was being pushed into my flesh all around my clitoris. Just tiny pin pricks, all around my swollen bud. Then it was as if the ring was being pushed harder and the needles penetrated deeper into my skin. It was so intensely pleasurable, it hurt, but the feeling didn’t stop growing. It began to spread from those pin pricks out in all directions. It started running down my legs and up into my stomach. My mind went numb just trying to process the flood of sensation that was overwhelming my body. I squeezed my eyes shut, clenched my fists, and just let the orgasm fill me as my vagina started to rhythmically contract, desperately wanting a penis inside that it could grip and drain of male fluid.
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