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Author’s Note: Heyo! Some of you eagle-eyed smut connoisseurs may recognize this short story as taking place in an existing sci-fi universe of mine, so you can enjoy some callbacks to those characters and plot! If it’s all new to you, however, none of that matters! Zero familiarity with this universe is needed to enjoy this story for what it is: a vehicle for gratuitous sex! 😉

So Much Trouble consists of three chapters and is already complete. The next chapter should be following this in a few days. 🙂

Chapter 1 here does not have sex in it yet and is a bit shorter than the others; it’s just the setup. That being said, all characters in all chapters are over 18.

Thank you to AwkwardMD and Etaski for the last minute proofread and helping me choose a title. You two are the best!

I had fun writing this—I hope you have fun reading it!

~Eris/D&T

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There were only three left once the last of the Ministers filed out of the Archregent’s reception hall, way up in the bird and cloud levels of Zenith Tower.

Admiral Iqarius was one of them; Archregent Strati was another. The head of the Imbrian government had asked him to stay behind, a request he could only assume would lead to instructions she didn’t want the Ministry to hear.

The third was Strati’s daughter, Gallea, a shiny new and constant presence at state functions over the last few months. Gossip among the powerful whispered the Archregent was grooming her daughter to be her eventual replacement. The admiral had been a green cadet, probably the same age as the Archregent’s daughter was now, when Strati had first shown off her baby to a cheering public.

She smiled at him. He returned it, polite, with a small nod.

A long shadow from the tower’s southwest side cut an angled line across the hall’s polished whitestone floor. Glare from a sun heading toward the horizon blinded on the other side of the shadow, the uncovered glass wall opening the space to blue sky and other tower tops, dozens of stories above the causeways of Cirrivus below.

“Argent,” said Strati, addressing him by his first name now that the others had gone, “I need you …” She put a hand over the lower half of her face, thumb and finger pressing against sharp cheekbones, covering her mouth below ice-blue eyes while she gathered thoughts. Her elbow rested on her opposite wrist where it crossed the front of her pale grey robes.

He stood and waited. The third corner of their triangle, Gallea, watched her mother with a fine line between her brows.

“I need you to have a battalion ready,” the Archregent said at last. Her words echoed in the wide, empty hall.

Argent blinked. He opened his mouth, but Strati was there to intercept.

“I’m well aware of the Haaveti negotiation rules,” she said. “And I have no intention of breaking the Truce. But should we not be prepared …” The woman made a wide gesture with the palm that had covered her face. The tight roll of white blonde hair at the back of her skull made her features look even more severe.

He gripped one wrist in the other behind his back. “You think the Rhyolusians are insane enough to break the Truce?”

Gallea’s lips had parted, and she looked from him to the Archregent. None of this had come up in discussion with the Ministers, and Strati’s daughter, it seemed, hadn’t the experience to expect such an open address to the matter of treachery.

“I wouldn’t have thought so,” said Strati, “but we’ve never had prisoners escape before, have we? And the one all-fired recessive we’ve seen in thirty years among them!”

Even the admiral drew his chin in at the cool-headed woman’s unusual vehemence.

“We’ve been murdering each other for hundreds of years,” she continued in her new, blunt vein, “and now they will have intel. Now they will güvenilir bahis know we have a live presahria among us, if they even remember what that is. There’s no predicting what they will do, even under Haavet’s Truce.”

Argent frowned. How could Minister Wehr have let that woman escape? And the minister’s own bodyguard a traitor right under his nose? But then the Minister himself had pulled a stunt the likes of which made the admiral shiver to remember. Half a fleet stuck still in the sky, all under the power of one man. One presahria.

Wehr had let the woman go. Their prisoner. The enemy. What secrets she’d uncovered and spilled to her superiors, none of them knew, but it had been enough to spur these negotiations. The Rhyolusians would know about Wehr now, Imbria’s Scion and secret weapon, and Imbria couldn’t afford for the balance to tip the other way.

“And you’ll have me do what?” he asked the Archregent, sans formal address where the years had made them familiar. “I can’t bring armed vessels into Haaveti space. It won’t just end the negotiation—the Arbitrators will revoke all future access for Imbria. We’ll never have negotiation opportunities again, at least not on Haavet.” And there was nowhere else but Haavet, but the Archregent already knew that.

“I would have you position at least one battalion just outside of K-jump range,” Strati said.

“Mother!”

Argent’s eyes snapped to Gallea. Sunlight haloed the edges of her hair in gold and passed sideways through her eyes to make them shine an even brighter blue than her mother’s. The outburst was not like the young woman who maintained a quiet presence at every meeting of late. Strati cut her daughter a look, and Gallea closed her mouth, packing away her shock.

The admiral shared Gallea’s surprise, but he kept it off his face. He’d only held his current rank these last three months, ever since his predecessor, DiVerio, had been found lying broken in a stairwell of the CODef building, the metal spokes of a salt rose jammed in his temple. His murder had to have come at the hands of the escaping prisoners—to consider any other possibility was to invite chaos into their entire system.

As though anyone will miss DiVerio, the twisted prick.

“I can give the order,” he said, rubbing his chin with thumb and fingers. “Do you want Wehr informed?” None of them could know the motivations of the Records Minister, not after his aid in the escape, no matter how sound his reasoning had later been in front of his peers.

Strati squinted and cocked her head the slightest angle.

“No.”

Argent’s brows rose. But then he gave her a nod. He was both surprised and not. After silence spread out in the hall, he cleared his throat. “Anything else?”

The Archregent inhaled and exhaled a deep breath. “I don’t think so, Admiral.”

Ah, the rank was back. He knew a dismissal when he heard it, but this was well, as he now had additional orders to hand down. “Shall I travel with the main delegation?”

“I think it best,” she said. “It will look odd if you aren’t there. It’s my understanding the Rhyolusian fleet admiral will be there, along with the Zahr and his Phylarchs.”

“Very well. I’ll keep this quiet.”

“Appreciated, Admiral.” Her tight nod gave him leave to turn and head for the door to the elevator lobby.

“Argent! Wait!”

His name in the empty hall was a jolt to his spine. All shock and immediate focus like a blast from a cryogun. Argent turned to find Gallea with stricken features, her weight forward on one foot, as though she went after him. The Archregent stared at her daughter like the young woman was some exotic animal she’d never seen.

Strati’s daughter had never addressed him by his name. He was Admiral Iqarius. Or Commander, before recent events.

“He … he can’t leave!” said canlı bahis Gallea, eyes darting.

Argent turned his head slowly to Strati and let his eyes follow second. The Archregent knotted a confused brow at her daughter. “The admiral has responsibilities, Gallea. What is this?”

“This is …” Blue eyes searched as though forces pulled the girl in two directions. “This … I want him!” The plea turned in his direction, and his hands dropped to his sides as though he would defend himself. “Argent, I want you!”

His jaw went slack, but he didn’t know what words were, in the moment.

“Daughter, what?”

“You can’t let him leave!” Gallea’s eyes shone wet, and the fullness of her lower lip trembled. “What if something happens on Haavet? What if he never comes back, and I never get a chance t—” Fine fingers flew up to cover her mouth, but she’d blurted enough.

“This is inappropriate, Gallea.” Strati’s spine straightened. “Admiral Iqarius has to be on the same transport tomorrow morning as the rest of the delegation. You can’t force yourself in as a distraction on a whim.” The woman’s lips were thin and tight.

Still, he couldn’t make any speech come out. Gallea … wanted him? As in …

“Argent, please.” Gallea took a step in his direction. “Send one of the commanders. Send Commander Wehr, he’ll want to go with his brother.”

“Gallea.” The Archregent wore as stern a face as he’d ever seen. “We can’t disrupt an entire fleet operation for … for whatever this is.” The woman tossed a gesture between him and her daughter. Argent wanted to back out of the room.

I’ve known her since she was a child. This is insane.

“This is …” Gallea shot a desperate look in his direction. “This is my Wish.” She lifted her chin, fists curling just below her hips. Defiant eyes were on her mother.

Argent felt as if all the air had left the hall. A pair of gulls wheeled past outside, their bodies turning sideways to show the white feathers under their wings.

Strati’s shoulders fell as though someone had dropped a full bag of hapcrete on her. “Gallea, no.” She shook her head in slow disbelief.

“I reached majority last year.” Gallea’s stance drew up, and Argent tried to avoid seeing the way some of her curves shifted under dark blue fabric.

What. In the deep blue sea. Is happening here.

“You can’t simply call for your Wish at any time,” Strati said. “Have I been no better example of responsibility for you?”

“You will deny me then?” The younger woman’s voice rose, both in pitch and volume, as though there were a crowd she wanted to hear. The only crowd was the three of them, and it had begun to suffocate enough. “My Wish? You will outright tell me ‘no’?”

The Archregent’s narrow face crumpled to an expression of pleading he’d never seen. To deny the Wish was unheard of. When an Imbrian came of age, they got their Wish. It was a symbol of the Unity—the needs of one were the needs of all, and the Unity would provide. It could not have material value, it could not harm anyone, but outside of the grossest punishment, no family would refuse.

For the head of government to do as much to her own daughter? The scandal would cost enough time and effort to derail their careful planning for months. They already prepared to negotiate with Rhyolus when two thirds of the planet favored the war—how many more strikes to her popularity could Strati’s regency take?

“Gallea.” He tried to step in. To recover for the stunned Archregent. “This isn’t what you want. What you’re asking is—”

“I know what I want, Argent.” In three strides, she stood in front of him, and the admiral swallowed. He had to admit she was no longer a girl. No longer simply Strati’s daughter, but a young woman with flashing eyes and a subtle scent and soft limbs he could—

No! What bahis siteleri is wrong with you?

“I want you to stay.” Gallea addressed him, as though he had the authority.

Argue. Argue, for fuck’s sake! You’re just standing here like …

Like what? Like he was only waiting for permission? She was half his age; Strati would have him executed.

Is that all that’s stopping you?

“The admiral is not staying,” said Strati. “The transport leaves in the morning, and he will be on it. The man is not a pet, for you to demand, even as your Wish. His role is indispensable in this.”

Gallea did not look at her mother, but instead only up at him. Were those tears about to spill? How long had this been coming to a boil? And right under his nose, no less.

“Then … then just for tonight,” said Gallea, eyes locked with his. “I want him to … Argent, I want you to be my first.”

His eyebrows tried to climb off his face. Argent shook his head, slow, and his mouth fell open to say something. Anything.

“Please,” she said, and grabbed up his slack hand. “This is my Wish. I know you want this. I’ve seen you look at me.”

The admiral spluttered and threw a glance of denial at Strati. Any man would look. Gallea was young and taut and dewy, and the Unity fucking take him, how could he be so blind? He’d sponsored her internship at CODef for two months, before his promotion, and she’d been right at his elbow at least a third of the time. The Archregent’s daughter had been a bright student, asking questions, showing plenty of interes—

Oh.

Her fingers were very warm where they curled around into his palm. Her eyes were very big, as though they waited for him to pour something into them.

“Gallea.” The note of carefully balanced reasoning was clear in Strati’s voice. “You know I would never deny your Wish. I know you’ve been saving it. But Argent is—the admiral is not a servant for me to command him to … to… He has to agree to this, for Unity’s sake!” The Archregent shot him a look. Help me, here! You can’t agree!

“Argent, please.” Gallea brought her other hand to catch his, as well. “Just for tonight. Before you leave.”

Did she go out of her way to make her breasts rise and fall with her breath? Unity!

“This is wrong,” he said, though who he was trying to convince he couldn’t say. “You’re too young, Gallea, you ca—”

“I’m old enough to sign my name on the Defense Ministry roster and go die in the war like my father.” Her cheeks went red and her back stiffened, but she didn’t let go his hand. “I’m old enough to know what I want. I am old enough to do this.” Something softened in her grip, but only there. Not her posture. Not her bold stare. “Will you be the one denying my Wish?”

The last time he’d had to keep such an inappropriate gut reaction off his face was when he’d learned DiVerio was dead. The pitiless grin he’d smothered then had sprung up as fast as a flood of male urges was doing now.

He and Strati exchanged helpless looks.

“I … I don’t want to deny you, Gallea, but …” And Argent didn’t want to deny her. That was the filth beneath the veneer he showed to Strati.

“Good.” She pulled on his wrist. “This is my Wish. This is my Wish, Mother.” The Archregent’s daughter was tugging him backward, even as she raised her voice to make her choice loud and clear.

His steps were less reluctant than he could be proud of as the young woman made to drag him toward the elevator lobby. I’ll fix this. I’ll fix this, his eyes promised a crestfallen Strati, while he doubted he would make himself do any such thing.

“Gallea, be …” The Archregent sounded like she was going to choke. “Be careful.”

“I’m careful,” said Gallea, but not loud enough for her mother to have heard more than a mutter. Blue eyes kept fast to his, and she pulled him past the doors. Into an elevator, where he stared, mute like something hard had struck the back of his head.

“Secure level three,” she said, and the car closed and lifted at her command.

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Rog opened the door for Stef and she walked into their apartment. He followed her in and lifted her coat from her shoulders. They had been out to dinner celebrating their 3rd wedding anniversary. Both were dressed nicely as it was an upscale place he had taken her. Stef had a purple sheath type of dress that was held up by spaghetti straps and came above her knees. It hugged her body and she was almost 6 feet tall in her high heels. She was slightly on the thin side which made her 36 D breasts look somewhat larger and a fair amount of them shown trying to spill out of the dress. It was not real obvious that she did not have a bra on but they both knew it.

Her legs were very muscular but not large. Her calves were stretched tight in the heels. As Rog took her coat down her arms, she turned towards him and her arms swung around falling limply at her sides. They were very thin and atrophied since they were totally paralyzed from her shoulders down. Her fingers were constricted up to her palms. Stef had been born that way because of a nerve pathway problem from her spine. Stef had full feeling in her arms and hands just could not use them in any way. She had learned to use her feet as hands from an early age and needed very little help to do most things. She even drove her car using a spinner on the steering wheel. Rog had fed her tonight though at the restaurant and it was always a big turn on for them when he did.

Stef moved close to Rog and they kissed passionately. Rog had already had his finger in her pussy on the way home and they were both aroused. She led him into the bedroom and he unzipped the back of her dress. He pushed the thin straps off her shoulders and helped the dress ride over her big, breasts and it slipped to the floor. Reaching in front of her, he cupped the firm, non sagging orbs and pinched her nipples pulling them outward. Stef moaned and backed into Rog feeling his hard prick push into her ass cheeks. She stepped out of her heels, turned with her back to the bed and lay back on it lifting her legs up, knees back to her breasts and spreading them wide open.

Rog could see that her thighs were wet and her very long outer lips were also very wet. He quickly picked her dress off the floor and put it on the chair and kicked her heels aside. Dropping to his knees he started licking the sweet juice from her thighs then moved to her dripping pussy. He not so gently grasp her outer lips in his teeth and pulled them outward causing Stef to yell in pleasure saying don’t stop or harder or whatever she wanted him to do to her. Rog noticed as he started that her large clit was already sticking out of its hood. He ignored it for some time with Stef wiggling her rear trying to get it into contact with his tongue. She had an abundant amount of pubic hair that covered a large area of her abdomen and pubis and the upper part of the insides of her legs. It was also very soft.

After only a few minutes of his tongue working her over Stef came big time squeezing his head between her thighs trying to pull his tongue deeper into her cunt. Rog was able to still reach her clit and now began to trill it causing her to buck even harder. After almost two minutes of Cumming hard Stef finally relaxed her thighs letting his head go and saying uncle. Rob stopped his ministrations and moved his head back a little looking at the beautiful sight before him. The whole area was purple and swollen with engorged blood from all of his stimulation. Her vagina was making a milking motion.

Rog got to his feet and slowly undressed, their eyes locked on each other. His trousers were last and as he lowered them his long, thick, uncut cock came into her view. She could see pre cum dripping out of the soft folds of the skin covering his cock head. Stef extended her legs and her toes grasp his very hard on and started rubbing him. His eyes moved from her feet masturbating him to her dripping cunt where he had just feasted. He did not feel the need for her to make him cum right now as they had fucked twice this morning before they got up. It was fucking because they both were very randy then and only wanted his cock ramming in and out of her cunt until they could not cum anymore.

After a few minutes of her rubbing him he took her legs and helped move her back on the bed. When there was room Stef said fuck me again like you did this morning. He got between her legs and his big cock slipped into her very wet cunt with no trouble. He rammed it in and felt the head push on her cervix. Her eyes got big and she said go for it. He kept pushing and Stef contracted her muscles and he soon slipped in. Her cervical ring clamped tight just below his cock head. They had done this several times over the years and loved the feelings that were produced. Stef had her tubes tied before they were married so she was not worried about getting pregnant. Rog very gently moved his hard cock back and forth pulling and pushing on her womb as güvenilir bahis siteleri he did so.

While he was fucking her, several times he looked at her paralyzed arms just lying on the bed, sometimes flopping around as she fucked him back. Her leg, back and abdominal muscles were very strong from having no arms to assist moving her body. She also had very strong vaginal and Kegel muscles. She had no hands to masturbate him with, but he could enter her pussy and they could both lie still alongside each other and she could get him off that way. Her mouth and throat were super effective at making him cum also.

Stef loved the feel of his cock head impaled in her cervix; they had done it before a few times and loved the reaction it gave her. After several minutes they both could feel the automatic milking action start as if the cervix was trying to move cum into the uterus. Rog lost control and shot several loads of cum directly into her uterus being glad she could not get pregnant. Stef felt both the contractions of her cervix and his cock ejaculating his sperm into her and it sent her over the edge with him.

They finally stopped their orgasms and Rog just relaxed pulling her over to their sides. He remained coupled to her for some time and he held her in his arms whispering sex acts he was going to do to her another time. Stef put her leg up over his hip and used her muscles to continue to massage his cock. Rog could tell that his foreskin had folded back and his cock head was exposed and her cervical ring had hold of him just back of his cock head.

After about 20 minutes of stimulation his cock relaxed and shrank enough that the head slipped back through the cervix and fell out of her vagina. Stef told him that might have been the best one yet and they kissed and he helped her up and into the bathroom where they peed and got into the shower. Rog washed both of them and Stef sat on the bench and asked him to give her a douche. It had a red tinge to it and he asked if he had hurt her. She said no she had felt like it was period time for the last two days and her breasts were very tinder and sensitive. Rog said she should have told him something and he would not have been so rough on her. Stef laughed and said oh no, I loved what you did to them today.

They got out of the shower and Rog dried them off and inserted a tampon and helped her on with a pad and panties to sleep in tonight. They talked about all the cum he had put in her and how much more that would add to the flow and laughed. They got into bed and he turned the light out and snuggled behind her. He was hard again and moved it into her back so she could feel it. Next he put his hand on her paralyzed arm and started rubbing and feeling it. Rog had told her several times that he did not know what was the sexiest about her; big breasts, paralyzed arms or hairy pussy. Stef said she knew, paralyzed arms for sure. They had talked about it several times and he knew she loved having them and having to struggle every day to do things.

Rog had worked his other arm and hand under her and had taken hold of her big breast. He hefted the weight and then pulled on her nipple. It seemed to have a direct line to her cunt and she moaned in pleasure as she ground her butt into his hard on. While she laid there and enjoyed what was happening to her, her mind drifted back to when they first met and how scared she was.

It was snowing and Stef was trying to get across the street when she slipped and fell right in front of Rog’s car which was stopped for the red light. He could not see her get up so he got out of his car and there she was slipping and sliding unable to get to her feet. Rog reached out to help her and it seemed she made no effort to reach out for his hand. He finally got hold of her under her arms and lifted her to her feet. He took hold of her hand and only felt a limp hand and arm. She looked at him with embarrassment plainly written on her face.

Rog continued to hold on to her and said come and get in my car as she was soaking wet from the slush. She let him lead her to the car door and helped her into the car. After he got back behind the wheel and got the car moving he looked over at her. Her head was down and she was softly crying. He asked if she was hurt and she finally said no, only my pride. Rog did not respond to that but asked her where she lived. She told him and it was on the other side of town. He noticed that she was shivering and suggested she let him take her to his place so she could get warm.

Stef knew she had no choice as she could tell hypothermia would get her soon. She told him ok wondering how she would handle letting him see her with her paralyzed arms. Stef told him ok and a few minutes later he was pulling into the underground garage at his apartment. He helped her out of the car and to the elevator. While they waited for it she finally said there is something you should know about me; I have no use of my canlı bahis siteleri arms, they are totally paralyzed from my shoulders down. Rog now understood why she did not reach out to him. He said no problem they would work through it.

A few minutes later they were in his place and she was starting to shake a lot more. Rog took her outer coat off and then went and got a blanket. She was soaked through all of her clothing. He covered her with the blanket then lit the fire in his fire place. Looking into her eyes he said she had to get out of the wet stuff she had on. Stef knew he was right. He said face away and we will start at the top and I will keep you covered as we do it. He reached around and undid the buttons on her top and pulled it down her limp arms and off. Next he undid her bra and slipped it off her. The fire was going good by now and she asked him to open the blanket to the fire for a few minutes which he did still standing behind her.

Stef had stepped out of her shoes and he undid her slacks and with some difficulty got them over her hips and down her legs. She stepped out of them and he asked her if her underpants were wet. Stef said yes and he pulled them down and off. He next pulled a chair to in front of the fire and told her to sit down. He asked if she would like some hot coffee or chocolate. Coffee sounded good she said and he went to the kitchen to get it made. While he was making it Rog heard her moving around and while it was brewing he returned to the living room.

The blanket had fallen off her shoulders and she was trying to get it back up using her feet. She was in profile as he came back to her from the kitchen. Again he could see she was very embarrassed. Rog asked if he should go back and let her finish or come and help her. After a few seconds thought she asked if he would help her. Stef finally decided to get it over and stood up and faced him. With her head down she said go ahead and look at me, I might as well get it over with. Rog walked up to her and put his hand under her chin and lifted her face up to his.

He said I am sorry this is happening to you but you have nothing to be afraid of from me and I don’t feel sorry or pity you. Please let me help you and don’t be so embarrassed. Stef finally nodded her head in his hand. He released her and stepped to her side a little asking if he could touch her arm. She said yes and he gently took hold of her hand and lifted her arm up. As he did so he asked what had happened and she told him of the birth defect that left her this way. He gently kissed her fingers and then moved to the other arm. He noticed it was about a hands length shorter and that the fingers on both hands were curled into her palm.

Rog then suggested he get her one of his t-shirts and a robe. Stef said that would be great. He covered her with the blanket and asked if she wanted to follow him into the bedroom. Seeing the bathroom she asked if she could use it and he said of course, do you need any help and she said no she could manage ok, that she just needed to pee. He got the shirt and robe while she was in the bathroom and was ready for her when she got done. She shrugged the blanket off and stood before him naked. Rog noticed her large breasts and very hairy pubic area as he put the t-shirt over her head and slid it down. He put the robe on her and tied the sash. They went into the kitchen and the coffee was ready. He fixed her a cup and she did not need cream or sugar.

He put the cups on the table and they sat down. The next thing Rog knew Stef had her foot up to the cup and took hold of the handle with her toes and moved it to her mouth. She blew on it and took a sip. The whole time she kept her eyes on him to see his reaction. It was a big smile and he said that was great to watch. Stef was very relieved he was not grossed out. Rog got up and put the wet stuff Stef had on in the dryer on low heat and then asked if she would like something to eat. She said yes and then looked out the window where the storm had turned into a blizzard. Rog thought some bacon and eggs would be best as they were fast in case the electricity went off.

Just as he got the food done and on the table it went dark and they both laughed. He already had candles there and he lit them. As he sat down he asked Stef if he could feed her. He said he knew she could do it by herself after seeing her with the coffee cup but he would enjoy doing it. Stef did not hesitate and said yes. While they were eating Rog asked if there was anyone she should call and she said yes she needed to call her caretaker in a while. Rog asked if she had a boy friend and she said no, had never had one. His mouth dropped and he said a beautiful woman like you and no boyfriend? She said no and he said girlfriend and Stef just shook her head no.

As they were finishing their meal for some reason Stef added that he was the first man that had ever seen her naked. Rog reached down and picked up her hand and bahis firmaları said thank you for that honor, you are a very beautiful woman. A few seconds later he added that he thought her arms were very sexy. Stef was astounded as she always thought they would be a big turnoff to any man she met. She asked if he really meant that or was just saying it to make her feel better. Rog said absolutely not, I could offer proof if you really want it. They looked into each other’s eyes for a full minute and she finally got a slight grin and said ok, prove it. Rog was surprised but still holding her hand he stood up and then moved her hand over to his crotch and placed the back of her hand on his very obvious hard on. Even through his underwear and trousers he knew she could feel it. Stef made no movement with her body to pull away and her grin got bigger. After several seconds of him rubbing her hand on it she said thank you and wondered if that would be the proof. Stef finally said she thought she would never be able to cause a man to get hard like that.

They cleared the dishes off together with Stef rinsing them in the sink and putting them in the dishwasher using her foot. He was amazed at her balance and ability. The robe and t-shirt were short so several times her hairy pussy was exposed. At first she realized what had happened then gave up and did not care. After they were done they went into the living room and sat on the couch in front of the fire. At first they did not sit together but after Stef made another trip to the bathroom she sat down right next to him when she came back. She had removed the robe as the room was now quite warm.

She leaned her head on his shoulder and finally said she never thought this would be how it was with a man, that she thought they all would want nothing to do with her. Rog said there might be some idiots that felt that way but he sure did not. Stef said why don’t you go get comfortable. He asked how comfortable and she said join me with a t-shirt. Rog asked only a t-shirt, and Stef just nodded her head. He stopped in the bathroom then undressed in his bedroom and put on a t-shirt and returned to the living room. The fire provided the only light and he walked in front of her and sat down next to her on the couch.

Rog put his arm around her and asked if it would hurt her if he opened her fingers and held her hand. She said no and she watched him gently open her useless fingers and then intertwined his fingers and hand into hers. They sat back and were quiet for a while. Stef had gotten a look at his hard cock. He was uncut and the foreskin was still over his cock head even though he was very long and hard. Rog saw her looking at it and he asked if she had ever seen one. Not in real life she said, only on her computer. She had looked several years ago. After some more quiet time he asked if she would like to touch him. Looking into his face she said you don’t mind? He said no and moved her limp hand over to it and rubbed the back of her hand and fingers over it.

She noticed some liquid collect in the opening of the skin and asked what it was. He told her pre-cum and did she want to feel it. She said yes and he took her index finger and rubbed it in it. She said it feels slippery and Rog said it was. She asked if she could taste it and Rog got a larger dollop and he moved her finger up to her mouth. She stuck her tongue out and flicked it off into her mouth. She tasted it for a few seconds then said very good.

Rog she said, you’re looking at a 22 year old virgin. Nothing has ever been inside me. I use pads during my period. Obviously I can’t masturbate, could not even do you. Rog said so, does that mean you are not interested in me at all. Stef quietly said I am but is all you want to do is fuck be tonight then have nothing more to do with me? I do require some personal help and care. He looked into her face and said he did not want to fuck her, but he would like to make love to her sometime when it was what SHE wanted. And no, he would not leave her after. He was also more than willing to help her in whatever way she needed. That was what two people did for each other.

Stef did not know what to say and tears were running down her face. So much had happened in so little time. Here was someone willing to be with her and she was turned on sexually for the first time in her life. Part of her wanted him to be inside her and to feel his cum very badly even if it was only one time. The other part was more reserved. She knew she could not get pregnant because she had her tubes tied several years ago. Her body was reacting very differently tonight for some reason.

The lights in the other room came back on and Rog suggested he turn the TV on and see what was going on with the storm. She agreed and they found a news station and found out all the roads were impassable so it sounded like she was not going to make it home. Rog said he had a guest room she was more than welcome to use. They talked a while longer then decided it was bed time. Rog put a new toothbrush out for her and asked if there was anything else she needed. Stef said no but for him to not pull her door shut as it was very hard for her to get the round door knobs open.

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Parts of this story are true and others are not-I will leave it up to the reader to determine which is which, if they want to. This is dedicated to my Billy, wherever he may be.

Have you ever screwed up? I mean, really screwed up, so bad it could never be fixed? Well, I have. Numerous times. I’ve had to move past it and start over every time. It’s just that this time, I’ve made the mother of all screw-ups.

I have Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD). The main symptoms are emotional dysregulation, mood swings, depression, and self-harm and suicidal behavior. I’ve been like this the majority of my life with short bouts of happiness here and there. My best memories are of me and my best friend, Billy. We’d known each other since high school. The day we met we actually got into the age-old argument of which was better, Star Trek or Star Wars (I’m a Trekkie, Billy not so much). Billy was beyond cool-a year older than me, played football, was funny as hell, and always there for me whenever I needed him. We drifted apart after high school, which I regret terribly. Over the years we both had our share of ups & downs and ‘life mistakes’, but we always managed to say hi to each other once in a while.

After my most recent ‘life mistake’-my divorce from husband number two-Billy popped up again. We were each others’ proverbial bad penny. But this time it was the best thing that could have happened. He himself was divorced from wife number two for about a year. We decided it would cheer us both up if we visited, not having seen each other for over a decade. So I hopped on the next plane to New York.

It was nothing like either of us had expected. My Billy was no longer a lean, mean football hottie but a slightly overweight paramedic. I wasn’t a prize either-having kids had me at close to double my high school weight. It didn’t really matter though-we were still best friends and happier than hell to see each other. He met me just outside of the security checkpoint with two dozen roses. I ran at him, dropping all of my bags as I jumped in his arms. He gave me one of his infamous bear hugs, more bone-crushing now that he had put on some weight. I gave him a kiss on the kaçak iddaa cheek and arm-in-arm we headed out of the airport.

Billy took me to this really cool restaurant where I had the best steak of my life. We spent hours sitting there talking, catching up, remember the good times. It didn’t escape me that he kept holding my hand, stroking it as he listened to me intently. Gods, he had the most beautiful blue eyes I’d ever seen, and I laughed my ass off. He asked me what was so funny and I whipped out the pictures. I told him I was thinking about how beautiful his eyes were and it reminded me of the time I talked him into letting me practice applying makeup-on him. My younger brother snuck into the room with his camera and took pictures of Billy wearing heavy eye shadow, blush, lipstick, and mascara (I lack the two-hour primping-and-prodding gene). I showed him the pictures and we both laughed. I gave him one of the pictures.

After leaving the restaurant, Billy took me to my hotel. I would have stayed with him, but he had his own kids at home & I didn’t want to impose. He carried my bags for me as I checked in and led us up to my room. I didn’t notice the sly wink he gave the receptionist.

When I opened the door to the room, the lights were dim. Not dim, exactly-candles were lit. I looked down and there were hundreds of Hershey’s Kisses on the floor, from the door to the bed. The bed itself was covered in rose petals.

“I’ve kissed the ground you walk on”, he whispered in my ear. His warm breath tickled the side of my face and shivers ran down my spine. I turned and looked at Billy and saw something in his eyes that I never noticed before. Maybe it was always there, I don’t know. He looked so happy, so content, so in love.

I know, all these years of knowing Billy I should have seen it. Hell, I’d had a fantasy or two about him back in high school. But he was Billy, my best friend, the one person I could always count on, and for some reason I never thought it could be anything more. He admitted to me he’d loved me since the first time he saw me in the cafeteria at school. He knew about my emotional problems, seen me at my best and at my worst, and never wanted illegal bahis to push me away. He figured being friends was better than nothing at all.

I bawled my eyes out and he just held me. This dear, sweet man loved me for me for almost two decades and never said a word. My heart swelled and I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips with all the love I felt inside of me at that moment. We kissed like that for what seemed like forever, and when we finally broke apart we just looked at each other and smiled.

We were like teenagers again, but looking at each other with new eyes. Billy and I lay in each others’ arms, still fully dressed, making out and feeling each other up. I could feel one hand massaging my breast as the other threaded fingers through my hair. My hands explored his back, his hips, his ass. He may have been a bigger guy now, but he was still solid. I squeezed his ass and his response was to pull my head back by that handful of hair and assault my neck and throat with kisses. He was rough and tender at the same time, pushing me further without pushing me away. His hands found their way under my shirt and I could feel the electricity as he touched my bare skin.

I lost my patience and all of my good sense then. I whipped off my shirt and bra, Billy doing the same, and we crushed our bare chests together as we wrapped our arms around each other and kissed as though the moment might end too soon. I walked him backwards until we fell onto the bed then straddled him as we kept kissing. We were each others’ lifeline. As we sat there kissing our hips were moving in rhythm, grinding impatiently against each other. I wanted this man inside me, half scared of ruining our friendship but not wanting to miss what could be.

I stood up and removed my pants and Billy followed suit. All we could do was stare at each other. He wasn’t a football hottie anymore, but he was still drop-dead gorgeous in my eyes, and the look in his eyes told me he felt the same way. I reached out and touched his large erection gingerly, memorizing the texture of his skin, the length and girth of his cock. If I’d have known in high school he was hiding this beast then bahis siteleri maybe I would have made a move on him back then. Billy’s hands came up and glided over my hips slowly.

He then grabbed me by the waist and flipped me onto the bed. He was on top of me in an instant, hunger in his eyes. We grabbed on for dear life and kissed each other without mercy. We moved together and rubbed our bodies against each other until he finally pushed his cock into my wet, waiting pussy. Gods, did it feel good! It felt so right, like we were meant to fit together. It was so intense that we couldn’t wait if we wanted to. Billy grabbed on to my shoulders and kept pushing his cock inside of me, stroking my cunt with that delicious beast between his legs. I raised my hips and met him thrust for thrust. After only a couple minutes I was beyond hope and came in a screaming fury, squirting cum all over my best friend. Not a moment too soon, I guess, as Billy came at the exact same time. We rode out our orgasms together, not stopping until we both collapsed.

Our first time together wasn’t what either of us expected, but neither of us would have changed it for the world. I knew right then we were soulmates, that this was the man I was meant to spend my life with. So how did I screw it up?

Just because I had found my soulmate didn’t mean we were meant to live happily ever after. Billy came to Texas to live with me and my children, but I was still having a hard time coping with my BPD. I had multiple suicide attempts (which Billy, being a paramedic, rescued me from). I lashed out at Billy thinking he would take whatever punishment I handed out because he loved me. I needed to lash out; I needed someone to hurt as bad as I did. When I hurt I felt so alone and I didn’t want to be alone. I wanted Billy to be with me. I finally pushed him away, hurting him so bad he couldn’t be with me anymore. He went back to New York to be with his kids, never to talk to me again.

That was a year ago. Without Billy, I was worse off than ever. I tried to kill myself again and damn near succeeded. I finally got the help I needed and am able to cope with my mental and emotional problems. I’m a better person now, a better mother, more productive at work. Being mentally ill not only hurt me but it hurt the person I loved most in my life-my best friend, my Billy-and no amount of therapy will ever bring him back.

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As the last sounds of my parents car drove away from the driveway, I sighed. My parents had decided that they wanted a two day trip by themselves and leave me alone.

I could assume what they would be doing, having sex in a hotel.

So I decided, why shouldn’t I have sex too?

I have a neighbour, we live in a unit, us Unit A and him in Unit B.

His name was Andy and he was 57.

He had known me since I was 5, to now, me being 18.

I was legally allowed to have sex. I had never had a real cock in my pussy. I did have experiments at night secretly while my parents were asleep, trying out my hairbrush stick, an eggplant, cucumbers, my whole fist, a cheap dildo, the long round pole of my desk.

I had masturbated, watched porn, listened to audio, played sex simulators, however my urge to have sex did not die but flamed even more.

So I thought the safest way would be to have sex with my 57 year old neighbour.

The idea got me so wet.

Fingering my tight little pussy, I wondered what would surprise him.

His wife had just recently passed away a few months ago and he really did have no friends. There would be no visitors so it would be safe to wear anything inappropriate.

My mum and I had the same size in clothes.

Looking through her wardrobe, I found a sexy pair of red lacy lingerie, black see-through tights and red heels. My breasts were quite bigger than my mum’s, so my breasts could not be contained within the lingerie. However, that made me very sexy, I was pleased with my look.

I was blonde, pale skin, blue eyes. I put on some makeup, bright red lipstick, some eyeshadow and a pat of cream. Perfect.

Deciding whether bahis siteleri I should tie or leave my hair out, I decided to leave my hair down. It would be sexy if he yanked my hair when we were having sex. I got so aroused in thought.

My heels clicked on the hard pavement. Bravely, I knocked on his doors.

I shouted my name. Andy opened the door with a bright face, however seeing me dressed up, his face changed. He looked so aroused, scanning my body as I stood staring at the lump on his pants. It was pointy by the time I looked up at his face, I blinked innocently.

I had actually seen him hard a few times, when we had Christmas parties, when he saw my cleavage. Once I was in the toilet, he opened up on me, I saw the lump on his pants swell up.

These things had lead me up to deciding that I should have sex with Andy, because I was sure he would say yes, and i had known him from a young age, I was sure he would not hurt me.

Andy stammered, asking why I was here. Without any reply, I simply stepped inside. When I walked past him, my fingers brushed on his cock through his pants, Andy gasped quietly.

I walked into his wife’s room, Andy and his wife slept separately because Andy snored and his wife grew tired of his habit. Anyways, in remembrance, he had kept all her things packed away in her room.

I entered the room, lay on the bed and spread my legs open. Andy kept silent, watching me. I beckoned him closer and ripped the black see through tights close to my wet pussy. Underneath, I was pantiless.

Andy took in a short breath. Admiring my tight pussy.

He took a step closer.

I closed my eyes and waited.

A few seconds later, i felt something wet canlı bahis on my pussy. It shoved its way around my clit, tried to dig into my vagina. It was his tongue.

This was new to me. Although I had tried to imitate tongue licking by rubbing metal spoons against my clit, nothing could capture the moment of my wet pussy being licked.

Thinking that my pussy was wet enough, Andy roughly shoved his middle finger in my pussy. I gasped.

I had done this myself before, but someone else fingering me was a whole different story. It just got me wet by the fact that Andy was fingering me. And he was doing this on his wife’s bed.

He violently shoved his index finger and ring finger in me. I moaned in pleasure.

Andy was getting impatient, and so was I. We both wanted his cock in me.

However, I wanted to play a little more so I asked him to shove his fist into my vagina.

He seemed to question if my vagina would stretch for his fist. I was not worried though, I had done this too many time to count.

He groaned as my pussy swallowed up his fist.

I moaned. It felt amazing.

Andy started unzipping his pants while still finger fucking me, or should I say fist fucking me.

Soon the fist was replaced by Andy’s big fat hard cock. As much as I wanted to suck the cock, we were both just too impatient and too aroused to waste such time.

He spread my legs wide and slowly his hard cock edged its way into my pussy.

I moaned in pleasure.

He started slowly thrusting into me.

I moved my ass up and down his cock, as a sign to go faster.

Andy sped up his thrusting. “Fucking whore, fucking whore!” He yelled.

His dirty talk aroused me güvenilir bahis and I orgasmed. My whole body vibrating, cum leaked out of my vagina. Nonethless Andy thrusted into me even deeper.

I screamed as he hit my G-spot. It felt so amazing. I stared into Andy’s eyes and screamed” Oh daddy, oh daddy. Fuck your little whore and tear her fucking tight pussy. Thrust deeper daddy. Oh daddy!”

“Fuck you, fuck you slut!” He gasped, “I’m gonna fucking cum in your fucking tight little pussy, your daddy is going to use you however he wants slut. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck”

We moaned together in pleasure as he cummed in me.

“Yes, yes cum in me. Oh daddy. Yes daddy.”

He slowed down his thrusting, breathing fast.

“Didn’t know you were such a slut!”

I smiled innocently. I knocked him flat on the bed. Sat on his mouth so that he could suck my fucking pussy.

He mumbled and groaned as I shoved my pussy in his face.

He was such a good pussy sucker for a 57 year old.

I moved up and down, as he licked the hell out of my pussy, as if I was riding on his cock, except it was his lips.

I suddenly got an idea. Curving my back, I grabbed hold of Andy’s rock hard cock and put my lips onto it. I kissed it lovingly. Andy moaned, his lips vibrating on my soft pussy.

Deep throating his cock into my mouth, I sucked and sucked. Harder than sucking my favourite flavoured lollipop.

As Andy ate my pussy, he fingered me too, making me orgasm, vibrating and moaning.

Andy must have liked my moaning on his cock, he cummed, I swallowed all of his white liquid down my throat. It tasted like cum and it was amazing. By this time, my tights were a scrap of rubbish, and the lacy lingerie was covered in cum from Andy’s cock and my pussy.

Andy started touching my butt.

Andy sucked his finger and shoved his finger in my butt hole. I turned around, facing him. We smiled.

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[Refresher: Zach and Nicki are high school seniors stumbling their way through the wonders of sex with the aid of Nicki’s mother, Mandy. Nicki and fixed up her mother and Zach’s dad, Mike and it has been a huge success. Zach and Nicki are still learning as they go. Chapter 5 ends with Limo sex for Zach and Nicki.]

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Nicki rode in silence in the caverness passenger compartment of the Limousine. Her tits were covered in dried cum from the trip to the concert and now her crotch was squishy with Zach’s deposit on the way home. Nicki smiled to herself as she relished the memories. The odor was kind of funky but not offensive; at least not to her. She forced her hand into her jeans and pulled it out covered in cum. She pushed her fingers into her mouth and sucked them clean. It was a good thing it was dark because the soaked crotch of her jeans would be obvious.

She watched the scenery go buy. It was nearly midnight. Apparently Zach’s dad, Mike was spending the night with her mom. She was happy they had found each other and she hoped that things would work out for them. Neither of them had dated in years. She liked Mike, a lot. She reminisced about the great sex she had with him just days ago when she had seduced him. She wished she hadn’t but she was glad she did. She smiled to herself in the dark.

She was pulled out of her reverie when the Limo turned onto her street and then into her driveway. She waited for the driver to come around and open the door. As he opened the door he reached his hand in to assist her exit. She took his hand and pulled herself out. She thanked him and headed for the house. She heard the squeal of tires as the Limo exited the driveway and drove away. The sound of her heels clicking on the cobblestone driveway broke the deafening silence of the night. She kicked off her shoes at the front door before carefully unlocking it. She pushed the door open and walked barefoot into the foyer and set her shoes down on the credenza. She closed the door and locked it.

Nicki listened for any sound in the house, particularly the sounds of sex. She didn’t hear anything. She quietly crept up the stairs and moved to the closed door of her mom’s room and listened again. Nothing. She crept down the hall to her room and slowly shut her door. She pulled her silk top over her head for the third time tonight. She inspected it in the light from her night stand. It was stained from Zach’s cum that she had left on her chest. She dragged her finger nail across one tit and dried cum flaked off. She looked back to her silk top, ‘God, what a mess, I hope it’s not ruined,’ she thought.

She sat down on her bed and started the ordeal of stripping off her jean. She struggled for more than a minute and finally got the jeans down past her hips. The rest was easier. She ran her hands over her tits, down her flat stomach to her pussy. She peeled off her thong. They were wet with her juices and Zach’s cum.

She went to her bathroom and without making a sound ran water into her sink and washed her silk top and her thong and left them on the counter. She grabbed a face cloth, dunked it into the sink and washed her crotch and her chest. She should have taken a shower but she didn’t want to disturb her mother and probably Mike. She would deal with the mess in the morning.

^^^^^

The sun wasn’t even up yet when Mandy came awake. At first she was confused because she wasn’t in bed alone. Then she smiled as she came to full consciousness. Mike lay beside her on his back. He was lightly snoring. The sheet was at his waist and a huge tent was pitched at his crotch. She rolled over on her side facing Mike. She stared at the tent. Mandy reached over and pushed her finger down on the peak of the tent. The pole underneath was big and stiff.

Mandy rolled away from Mike and got to her feet. She went to the bathroom to relieve the pressure on her bladder. Her hair was a mess. She spent a few minutes in the mirror fixing it. She brushed her teeth and went back to bed. Mike had not moved an inch.

Mandy sat on the edge of the bed and thought about how she was going to initiate sex this morning. She could bring him awake sucking on his cock. She could carefully straddle that tent pole and sink herself down on him. She could straddle his face and enjoy his tongue when he came awake. She decided that she would go for the blowjob. He had paid extraordinary attention to her orgasms and she wanted to repay him.

Mandy moved over toward Mike and slowly lifted the covers off his lower body. His dick was pointing straight up toward the ceiling with a slight angle toward his head. She pushed herself up onto her knees and leaned over his body. She wanted to wrap her fingers around his shaft so bad but she didn’t want that to wake him. She bent down and opened her mouth as wide as she could and lowered her mouth down over his cock. She knew that the size of his cock would make this very difficult to pull off because she could barely get her mouth around it.

She bahis siteleri pushed her mouth very slowly down his shaft. She put no pressure on it with her lips as she pushed about half way down. When her mouth was as far down his cock as she could go without applying pressure, she closed her lips tight and dragged them slowly back to the ridge and then pushed back down.

Mike made his first movement as he moaned something unintelligible. She figured he was waking up so she applied more pressure and pushed her mouth further down the shaft. She was now ready for him to wake up so she began giving him a full on blowjob all the way into her throat.

Mike came wide awake realizing a pressure on his morning woody. He raised his head and looked down to see Mandy’s beautiful face bobbing up and down on his boner. He dropped his head back down to his pillow and gently pushed his hips up toward her face. He groaned and said, “Jesus Christ. What a way to start the day.” She giggled around his cock and picked up the pace. She never touched him with her hands and looked up at him the whole time.

Mike fluffed up his pillow so he could watch her incredible blowjob. She was easily the best cocksucker he had ever experienced. She kept up her pace of full depth throat to lips blowjob for several minutes and she could feel his pending climax building. Muscles throughout his body clenched and tensed. He did not attempt to hold himself back. He wanted to cum. He let out a loud groan and launched his hips up into her face as she was descending to his balls.

Mandy pulled her mouth back to the ridge and locked her lips there. She didn’t have to wait even a second before cum was surging onto the roof of her mouth. Long ropes flooded in. She was trying to swallow as fast as it was arriving but she was struggling with the sticky goo. Thick, white cum pushed out around both corners of her mouth and ran down her chin. She was gulping cum down her throat.

With the last shot of cum, she pushed her tongue into the pee-hole and scooped up whatever was left. She pulled her head back and opened her mouth to show Mike that her mouth was absolutely full of his cum. She pushed it out onto her lips and then sucked it back in. She swirled it around her mouth and with some effort, as evidenced by the distended tendons in her neck, she swallowed all of it. She scooped up the escaped cum on her chin with her finger and ran her tongue around her lips. She pushed her finger into her mouth and cleaned the last bit and swallowed everything down. She then pushed her mouth back down Mike’s softening dick and cleaned it from balls to tip with her tongue. When her mouth pulled off the tip with a ‘pop’ she giggled.

Mandy crawled like a cat up Mike’s body dragging her tits along his chest. She kissed him on the lips and he could taste himself on her lips and tongue. He held her there as they kissed long and hard. After ten minutes she rolled over to her side of the bed and pulled the sheet up over her waist. He pulled the sheet up over him as well. He rolled over to face her and was surprised when she was apparently asleep. He looked over at the clock. It was 5:35 AM. After orgasms he was prone to sleep anyway and he quickly drifted off to dreamland.

^^^^^

Nicki was pulled from her sleep by a scream that came from far away. She realized in her haze that it wasn’t just one scream. As she came to full consciousness she thought the screams must have been in her dream because she couldn’t hear anything now. She looked at the clock on the night stand and it read 7:20 AM. She thought, ‘Thank God it’s Sunday. I can go back to sleep.’ Nicki pulled the sheet up to her neck and rolled onto her side and curled up. She could still feel the caked cum on her chest and pubic area.

Nicki was almost back to sleep when she heard a moan that started out low pitched and finished in a high pitched scream like she had assumed was from a dream. She listened intently. There it was again. It was coming from her mother’s room. She smiled to herself. ‘It sounds like mom is getting her pipes cleaned again,’ she thought. She smiled again. She liked the phrase ‘getting your pipes cleaned”. She had heard it at school and had asked her friend Joanne what it meant. Joanne was always a wealth of information on such things. Her mind flashed to the day, not long ago, when Joanne showed her how to give a blowjob using a carrot as a simulated penis. She smiled at the memory. ‘There had been a lot of water over the dam since that day less than a month ago. She had lost her cherry, given her first real blowjob and many more, first fuck, masturbation, she’d had her pussy eaten, sucked on a testicle…’ She was ticking them off in her mind. She couldn’t help but wonder how many other new things there were for her to experience.

Nicki was not under any illusions that she was in any way an expert on sex now that she had experienced so many aspects of it. She and Zach were newbies and she was still confused about many things. canlı bahis Sex was exciting and she couldn’t get enough of it and she loved Zach’s big cock. New things were happening every day it seemed. She knew Zach was leading her through the mist but she also knew he wasn’t all that experienced either. The only thing different between the two of them was that he was a man. She had read an article about how often males thought about sex per day. She knew Zach and his friends talked about sex all the time. He had even shared the details of some of his masturbation challenges. She liked watching him masturbate in front of her and then taking his load in her mouth or tits or whatever. He always shot a lot of cum and with such amazing force.

Another moan from her mother’s room dragged her from her reverie. All this thinking about sex and these sounds of obvious sex coming from down the hall were making Nicki horny. She pushed back the sheet and cupped her tits with her hands and fingered her stiffening nipples. She could feel moisture developing in her pussy. One hand stayed with her tits and the other crept down over her taught stomach, between her hips, over the mound and into her honey-pot. She smiled to herself as she remembered Zach’s use of the term ‘honey-pot’ one time as he was eating her pussy.

Nicki lightly stroked her pussy and clit. She could hear voices coming from her mother’s room but they were just mumbles and she couldn’t make out the words. Whatever they were doing her mother was enjoying it. She couldn’t help wondering what her mother and Mike were doing to elicit such screams of passion. She couldn’t stand it. She had to know.

Nicki slid out of bed and quietly opened her bedroom door and very slowly and quietly padded to the other end of the hall and stood at the door to her mom’s room. The moans and groans were coming from both of them. She could now make out words but they were fractured sentences that only made sense in the throes of passion. She herself had uttered them several times recently. She heard these words coming from the other side of the door in front of her. “Oh fuck…yes…yes…Jesus, God and finally, I’m cuming,” punctuated by “again”.

Nicki’s hand went back down to her pussy as she started fingering herself again. She couldn’t tell what they were doing but Mike was doing it to her. Nicki had to see for herself.

She lightly put her hand on the doorknob and turned it very slowly. She pushed the door open enough so she could see the bed. The angle from the bed to the open door was perfect. She only needed to open it a few inches. They were fucking doggy style. Nicki was fond of this position. Mike and her mom were positioned on the bed so that she could see her mother’s tits hanging from her chest as her arms were out straight. Her head was hanging down looking between her tits at the action below. One thing was different though. Instead of his body being between her legs like she had experienced it; her mother’s knees were together with Mike’s on one knee and the other leg was splayed out with his knee bent and his foot on the bed. His position provided her a clear view of his cock sawing back and forth in her mother’s pussy. His hands were locked onto her hips. His face was contorted with clenched teeth and his cheeks stretched the corner of his lips over his teeth. He was inhaling and exhaling rapidly through his teeth and flared nostrils. He was pumping his big cock into her from behind and she was moaning loudly.

She thought, ‘Here we go again. I can’t tell if he’s fucking her pussy or her ass.’ Nicki was fingering herself again.

As Nicki watched, her mother rolled through a series of orgasm that seemed to build on each other. Nicki fingered herself through more than one and she had to go down to her knees so she wouldn’t fall down. Mike was groaning and pumping his shaft like he was a piston engine. Nicki thought, “Wow. Mike sure lasts a lot longer than Zach.’ She wished Zach could last longer, but she acknowledged that he was getting better.

Suddenly, Mike slowed down and then stopped. Her mom’s head was thrashing from side to side as her hips pulsed up and down. She grabbed her tits with one hand as the other held her up. Mike held her at the hips. Mike then pulled out his cock and lifted it up a few inches and pushed it back toward Mandy. From where Nicki was kneeling on the carpet by the door she couldn’t see what Mike was doing. She stood up again to get a better view. She thought, ‘Was Mike lining up to push his cock into her ass? It sure looks like it.’

Nicki stared unblinking as Mike slowly pushed his cock head into her anus. Mandy groaned loudly but yelled, “OH YES. FUCK ME THERE.” As her sphincter relaxed, he pushed more of himself into her bowels. Mandy was groaning and Nicki was jamming three fingers up deep into her pussy like she had an itch she was desperately trying to reach.

After several minutes of slow advance, Mike started fucking her mother’s ass and she obviously loved every güvenilir bahis second of it. Mandy had several orgasms and Nicki lost count because of her own. She leaned on the door frame to hold her up because she couldn’t see over the bed when she was on her knees. ‘Oh fuck, I wish Zach was here right now pushing his monster cock into my ass,’ she thought.

With her free hand, she reached around behind and pushed her index finger into her ass and wiggled it around. It felt almost as good as when Zach did that to her last night. She could feel her sphincter relax around her finger. She wanted to push her finger in further but the angle wouldn’t permit it. She thought if she had anything that she could push up there. Nothing came to mind except the carrot. She pushed that thought away, but it didn’t go far.

Nicki was having a series of small self-induced orgasm as she watched Mike piston his cock into her ass. He was apparently getting ready to cum. Nicki watched as his muscles trembled and spasmed. He exhibited many of the same signs of orgasm as she and her mom did. His head snapped back and then forward. His mouth hung open like he was groaning but no sound came out. Her mom was in the throes of an enormous orgasm as she screamed and screamed. Then Mike’s ass plunged forward driving his cock into her. Her head flew up facing the headboard with mouth gaped open in a silent scream. Mike’s ass flexed hard as he fired cum into her mother’s bowels. Mandy was screaming “YESSS. YESSS,” with each blast from his balls. Nicki was fascinated when his balls pulled up tight to his body.

It was like Nicki could feel Mike’s load being fired into her own body and she collapsed to her knees with a huge orgasm. Her mouth was full of fist to squelch her own screams but they were too loud and she was busted.

Both Mike and Mandy were recovering from their orgasms but they would have had to be deaf not to hear the thud as Nicki went to the floor on her knees followed by the muffled screams right at the now open doorway. They both turned their heads to look. Mandy was still on her hands and knees and Mike’s cock was still buried in Mandy’s ass as it slowly began to softened.

When Mike turned to look at the door, his cock pulled from Mandy’s ass. Mandy collapsed onto the bed and Mike sat back on his feet. There, at the slightly opened doorway was Nicki on her knees, naked, with one hand jammed in her mouth and the other in her crotch.

Nicki sheepishly looked up at them and removed her hand from her mouth. She simply said, “Sorry.”

Mandy looked over at Mike and he looked at her. This wasn’t his call so he just stared at Mandy to see what she was going to do. Mike had seen Nicki naked already but Mandy didn’t know that.

Mandy looked back at Nicki and said, “Why don’t you go back to your room and put a robe or something on and then come back here in ten minutes. OK?”

Nicki nodded and pushed herself up to stand and practically ran back to her room. When she had disappeared from the doorway Mandy looked back to Mike with a frown on her face. Mike shrugged his shoulders and said, “Should I leave?”

Mandy thought for a moment and said, “I guess she and I need to have a talk. Can you just wait downstairs for me?” He nodded and went to the bathroom. He took a quick shower alone and then Mandy walked into the shower as he was coming out. She wrapped her arms around his waist as she snuggled up to his warm body. She stretched up to kiss him and said, “Last night and this morning were amazing. Let’s make some plans for somewhere public later today. OK?”

Mike kissed her, smiled and said, “I will be downstairs when you’re ready. I’m literally yours for the day.” He dressed as he watched her washing herself in the shower. He rapped his knuckle on the glass wall and threw her an air-kiss. She did the same back. Mike descended the stairs and opened the front door to get the newspaper. He sat in Mandy’s chair in the Family reading the paper and waited for the Atomic Bomb to go off upstairs. Since Mike worked for Mandy he knew how tough she could be with her employees. She was always fair though. He couldn’t predict how she would be with her own daughter.

Nicki was frantic as she paced back and forth across her room. ‘Holy Shit. I’m in a lot of trouble,’ she thought. She caught a whiff of Zach’s cum wafting up from her body. She went to her bathroom and turned on the shower. She stepped in and scrubbed her body with soap and rinsed off. She scrubbed herself again and rinsed. She turned off the shower and stepped out and dried herself off with a plush terry-cloth towel. She scrunched up her long blonde hair and wrapped the same towel around her head. She pulled on her long, white terry robe and began pacing again.

Mandy was sitting on the edge or her bed. She had pulled the sheet up so the wet spots would not be a distraction. As she waited for Nicki to appear, she reflected back on the fantastic sex she was experiencing with Mike. He was a wonderful lover. He was so considerate of her needs before his own. She was falling for him in spite of her innate need to be cautious with her emotions. She knew she could be impulsive and she didn’t want to make a mistake.

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I am sure you have read about my experience with my mom when she visited my house (when my wife was pregnant). This is the next episode which happened in our village home, where my mom used to stay.

Last winter I had a phone call from my village telling me that my mom had fallen sick and was admitted to the hospital. Salma, the girl, who used to assist my mom for about four years, was very reliable and compassionate to our family said that I need not have to worry and she will let me know the developments every day, if needed.’

I was relieved a bit, but tried to complete the job I am in as soon as possible and take a leave, so that I can go to my mom.

Mom used to stay in our village home to look after our ancestral property and rarely visited us in the city.

Regularly Salma called me over phone informing that mother is stable, but could not move from her bed, but doctor said she will be OK soon.

After fourth week, I got my job completed and asked for three days leave, which was granted and I drove my car to our village home.

When I reached I found that mom is still not strong enough to move and Salma have to support her to toilet.

Salma said, ‘One thing is bothering her. She is restless almost all the times and not having much sleep, which was needed greatly at this time.’

I asked, ‘Did you enquired about this?’

She said, ‘Yes, but she didn’t say anything to me. Perhaps, she could speak to you.’

Saying so she smiled meaningfully. I remembered that this girl saw me fucking my mom in my city house a few months back.

I thought this should be dealt immediately. In the afternoon, I went to mom’s room and found her reading newspaper, lying in her bed. I came near her and kissed her forehead and she smiled.

‘Its so reassuring to see you, dear. You look refreshed.’

I smiled and touched her cheek with my hand and asked, ‘How do you feel?’

She replied, ‘I am OK. Tell me about you. Did you get your dick looked after?’

I blushed and asked, ‘What’s about you?’

‘Well, something sometimes bothers me.’

I asked, ‘What’s it?’

‘Oh, nothing particular, you know, I am a bit weak now.’

I insisted, ‘Tell me. You have nothing to hide with me, after that experience in my house.’

Now its time for her to blush. She hesitated.

‘Well, I . . . couldn’t . . . shave . . . down there . . . for over two months and you know how one feels with a big bush in this hot weather.’

I laughed. ‘OK’, I said, ‘Now I am here, it can be dealt with in no time. Don’t you worry.’ and left her room.

When I came to my room, it came to my mind that today is Saturday and tomorrow is holiday and I have to go back to city on Saturday morning. So how could I find shaving kit here in this calm village?

I went to Salma’s room and knocked. Salma is now about twenty years of age, but looked much younger. She is thin, but well-shaped, especially her tits were full-grown. Even when she was in our city house with my mom, I saw her very sexy.

‘Come in.’ She answered.

I entered and found her before the dressing table combing her hair. Long end of her sari is lying on her lap and not on her shoulder, where it should be and I could see her full-grown big round right breast, from where I am standing. Both of her hands are raised on her hairs so bahis siteleri she had her breast raised also. Oh, what a sight! My heart started to ache with passion and my dick started to grow.

When Salma saw me from the glass she turned showing full view of her front. Both of her boobs are now before my eyes. Suddenly she became aware of her body and quickly took up the rest of her sari and placed it on her body hiding her boobs.

I cleared my throat to avoid embarrassment and asked her, ‘Do you know what is disturbing my mom?’

Salma shook her head, ‘No.’

I said, ‘You could have looked into this matter, if you knew. Well, do you have . eh . . sort of . . . hair . . . removing creams?’

She was surprised at first, ‘Wha . . ‘

I became bold, ‘Well, you sure clean your hairs down there, regularly.’ I winked at her pussy.

She is a dark-coloured girl and when the meaning of my wink came to her knowledge, she became beet-red and remained stupefied for a few moments, and then she lowered her head and nodded rapidly.

‘Do you shave or clean with cream?’ I asked again more as matter-of-fact way.

She quickly stood up on her legs. The end-part of her sari again fell down. Without taking it up she walked towards me, passed me and went to other side of the room to a closet, opened it and took out a tube— obviously, of a hair-removing cream. Then she walked towards me and handed it to me. During this whole action, she had her sari displaced from her front exposing her well-grown tits almost exposed, except there was the barrier of the blouse, she wore. She didn’t have bra inside. so I could see her nipples are pushing up the fabric shouting out their presence.

When she stood just in front of me her tits are only twelve inches away from me and I could see the nipples are protruding, they are noe almost hard and looked like two large grapes. Even I could see the dark brown colour through her blouse. I had to resist myself strongly the temptation of touching and squeezing those butter-moulds.

I said, ‘You have to help me in my work.’

She looked at me at my eyes straight for couple of seconds. May be she could see me standing with my glistening penis dangling and my naked mom lying with her legs parted. Then she nodded with a weird smile on her face.

I came back to my mom’s room. Samla followed me almost as a shadow.

I said, ‘Mom, we will take care of your problem.’

Mom looked at me and then shifted her eyes to Salma who was behind me, raised her brow and then smiled, ‘OK, son, as you like.’

I asked Salma to undress my mom so that her pussy is exposed.

Salma slowly closed near my mom and started to remove her sari from her ankle, her knee, thigh area and gradually mom’s pussy came into me view. Oh, what a mess. She has the Sunderbans forest down there. If I hade half of that jungle under me I should have ran on the streets shouting. Slama looked at my face shyly.

I said, ‘Stretch her legs as far as you can.’

She obliged. I came closer and squeezing the tube took out ample cream on my fingers and started to apply all over her pussy area. When I am finished in covering all the area, I asked Salma to fold mom’s legs higher so that her knee touches her chin.

Salma did the job; I applied more cream in the ass-hole area. All the times mom remained silent.

Salma canlı bahis meekly said, ‘You have to wait about ten minutes.’

I said, ‘OK, then. Could you do mom another favour?

Salma looked at my face and nodded.

I said, ‘We can help mom have some pleasure. Undo the buttons of the blouse and expose her boobs.’

Salma looked at me questioningly, I said, ‘Do it as I say.”

As she performed the job smoothly, I said with a tone of professionalism, ‘Take one of the nipple and the boob and start kneading. She will feel better.’

Salma again looked at my face and then without saying anything she took one of her boob into her hand started to knead slowly.

By that time I took some disposable tissue and started to clean the entire pubic area of my mom soaking the tissue with water from time to time. Eventually the entire area became very clean and smooth.

I became happy and said, ‘See Salma, it has become so kissably clean.’

Salma looked at that and nodded agreeing me. Mom said, ‘Could you do some of your mouth massaging there, Son?’

Salma turned aback at mom’s comment. I just laughed and lowered my mouth and kissed mom’s pussy and slowly parted its lips with my tongue and started to eat it. Salma stopped kneading my mom’s book and stared at my work on mom’s pussy.

Within minutes mom started to moan and at one time asked Salma, ‘Make him undressed Salma, so that I can see his dick.’

Salma became dumbfounded, but came closer to me and with her trembling fingers unbuttoned my trousers and with much difficulty took out my trousers out of my ass, past my thighs and rest of my legs.

I had only the boxer left. She hesitated.

Mom spoke out urgently, ‘Come on Salma, There’s only three of us here and I know you’ve seen him naked before?’

With reddened face Salma came closer to me and unbuttoned by boxer and started to pull it down with much difficulty, because by that time my phallus has turned huge, thick and long.

Next moment I am standing stark naked in front of Salma and my mom, while Salma’s eyes became glued at my red, hard, fat and pulsating flesh.

Salma became wide-eyed, because though she saw my soft and glistening penis dangling between my legs, but she hadn’t saw it hard and fat.

Mom said, ‘Hold it with your fingers and massage it.’

Salma hesitated a little, but mom said, ‘Come on Salma, do it.’

I took one of her hand and pulled it to my hard cock.

For the next several minute her hand explored my cock and balls. She felt my shaft from top to bottom. Before long her hand was stroking up and down my mighty shaft. It was so incredible experience that I couldn’t resist longer and shot my load all over her body, spoiling her sari.

She looked up with anger. But at the same time mom started to laugh at Salma’s experience. I also laughed and said, ‘Don’t get angry. It was so sudden, that I couldn’t let you know. In return I will eat your pussy, if you want to.

Salma looked at my face and started to speak, ‘Wha. . .’

Mom interfered, ‘Come on Salma, It’s nice to see you with his muck on your face. I have never seen any woman fucked, but you saw me. Why don’t you show me? He is no stranger to you.’

I took the queue and stretched my hand and touched her boob. Oh, how firm and at the same time soft güvenilir bahis it is! She hesitated a bit, tried to move away from me, but as my firm grip groped around one of her tit, she just moved but before she started to move I pulled her towards me and kissed her fluffy lips and at the same time started to suck both of it. She showed some resistance, but I felt it was only due to her uneasiness and inexprience, because this was the first time she is touched by a man.

I thrust my tongue into her mouth and pushed through her teeth. Her mouth became soft and my tongue entered her mouth easily. My tongue touched her tongue and suddenly she started to suck my tongue hungrily.

Then I started to undress her- one by one- first the sari, then the blouse and finally the petticoat. Now she is naked, except a flimsy panty. Then I lowered my head and as I kissed her right boob, she cried out, ‘Oh, God.’

My lips encircled her right nipple, sucking it in slowly before my tongue started dancing over the swollen mass. My lips and tongue tortured her nipples with their lusty embrace.

Then she felt my hand slide deep between her thighs and opened them further to explore.

I could hear her laboured breathing and soft moans. With my tongue hungrily lapping at her nipple, and my fingers slowly running up and down her pussy, which seemed to become as wet as the rain-cover landscape.

My hand moved and was instantly caressing where no one had ever touched before. She moaned out at my touch. Her heart seemed to be beating in her throat.

My lips left her breasts and worked their way down. She could only moan.

My prick was, by now, back to its full size and in need of a tight, warm hole. I made her lie down beside my mom and put myself in an upright position in between her legs and made these bend right back to her head. I rubbed the length of my swollen shaft along the outside of her pussy. Her fists slammed down on the side of the bed as she tried to cope with the sensations coursing through her body for the first time.

Then I forced my knob into her tight snatch. She whimpered as the pain engulfed her as for the first time a hard, fat, meat is stretching her love-hole apart.

Man, was she really tight! I moved my dick in and out slowly. I felt like it was in a vice and I knew I couldn’t take too much of this.

“AHH!” she screamed into my mouth.

“You okay?” I asked.

“It hurts,” she moaned back, then added to my words from the conflict that raged deep in me. “But it feels good.”

“The worst is over,” I replied, kissing her lips as I withdrew my cock and slid it deep into her again.

I was now slowly sliding in and out of her. Then my thrusting became more rampant and she kept on moaning. Then suddenly she hugged me strongly and whispered, ‘Oh, I’m coming.’

I went on fucking her. She was now feeling nothing but pleasure as my thrusting increased. She squirmed underneath me as I thumped into her with all of my strength, moving faster all the time, like a piston. I let go of her ankles and she wrapped her legs around my back and her hands came up to my face. Then she came for the second time. This time it was more intense than the first and she screamed in ecstasy. I was close to cumming and jets of spunk shot out of the end of my tool inside Salma’s warm, wet pussy with my cum. I squeezed out the last drops and collapsed next to her.

After about fifteen minutes, she looked up at me and said coyly: ‘I hope you’ll be coming to see us a bit more often in future.’

I was sure I would.

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It was Richard’s first time. I had been talking to him for some time at work. He like me is a cashier at Sainsbury’s.

I discovered he was gay quite by accident when I discovered some letters he had dropped in front of his locker. And being the rather inquisitive guy I am I had a quick glance and saw he was writing to a gay math club. So he was looking for a guy. And there was me thinking he was straight all that time, in my mind wishing he wasn’t because he looked so stunning.

I wanted to enhance a stronger than just working colleagues relationship so jumped in where angels fear to tread, told him about the letters and how I was so naughty looking at them, but was delighted to discover his sexual leaning matched mine.,

That was the start of a wonderful closeness I have rarely experienced in former partners – and all the much more thrilling because it was his very first time with another guy.

I showed him pictures of Danny, my former partner who emigrated to Australia, intimate too because I wanted to see Richard’s reactions.

“He looks nice, Pete -d o you miss him?”

“I have to admit I do terribly, he was a great lover, take a look at this one, tell me what you think, Richard” I said passing another picture to him as he sat there next to me on my sofa, those tight brush jeans looking so good on him and that very desirable mould in his crotch.

“Wow! Is that you sucking Danny? I can’t quite see from that angle.”

“It is, look here is another, you can see me plainly in this one, look see how I take him so deeply?”

Richard looked a trifle uneasy so I told him to take his time and look through the rest.

Ashe did so I snuggled closer to him noticing a swelling in his crotch which was most enticing.

But it was early days, I didn’t want to spoil it all by appearing to be too forward, this his first time too.

Richards face flushed when I asked what he thought. “I have never sucked a guy, what is it like?

– bahis siteleri you seem to be enjoy Danny, Pete.”

“Divine, to me there is nothing more soothing in preparation for fucking as a nice slow mutual sucking.”

“Did you and Danny do it quite often then?”

“Every time we met, it was so lovely, Danny had such a wonderfully pliable cock and I really got to adore the taste and smell of him.”

I could see Richard was struggling with himself, this being all so new to him. I th9ught it would be the right time to give him a little early caressing saying I could see he was pleased with the pictures and would he like some touching. He sort of nodded apprehensively but I went ahead anyway and for the very first time felt his very pleasing cock beneath his jeans feeling so wonderful and sensual.

“Would you like me to unzip you and show you how it is done?” I asked as I longer to explore and taste him.

He whispered he would like that very much, already parting his legs as I massaged him. He felt good and I wanted more, unzipping him I saw he wore red and blue boxer shorts – slipped down his jeans fully and said; “You are lovely, Richard, what a shame you have had to wait so long, now watch and learn and before long we are going to be a real item.”

I went down on him, spreading his thighs a little more apart as I ran the tip of my tongue along the inside leg up and up until I could smell his scent, that certain aroma I had got to know so well wit Danny, the distinct smell of cock. I sniffed and enjoyed, gently stretching his foreskin back and getting a real whiff of virgin cock. It was so lovely as I started to lick it, gradually working its head into my mouth as I gently wrapped my tongue around it tasting his p-hole which made him shudder and moan,

I took my time to thoroughly suck him, teasing and squeezing his balls, it felt so good to be sucking cock again, I had missed that so much and hadn’t realised just how much canlı bahis , and here I had the bonus of a sweet new young cock, Richard as just eighteen and to think he’d been untouched was real pleasure and thrill indeed..

“That was so good, Pete, would you like me to suck you now?” “He wasn’t bashful at all and I loved his outright frankness.

“If you are ready.”

I pulled my cock out between my unzipped trousers for him to see first. The thrill of him taking his first look was great in itself but then the feel of his hand feeling me like that was wondrous.

“I have always dreamed of this, Pete but now this is for real. I want to be my all for you.”

You will want to fuck me too?” I asked taking the bull by the horns as I saw him kneel before me and start to take my throbbing cock into his mouth, just like I had done with him he was a good learner and that suck was really something, “taste and enjoy” I said as he started to draw it in and I felt the warmth of his mouth and tongue caressing my stiff cock..

Then , breathless he replied to my question saying he felt he was really ready for that but I would have to show him how.

For the next half hour we were engaged in the most wonderful teacher pupil session I had ever known, showing him how to rim and lube me ready for penetration, feeling his cock grow as I masturbated him, teasing and sucking his balls and watching it grow and grow as I felt his keen fingers rim and touch me up, me stretching my ass wide apart top give him the best of me, all ass and hole ready for his first fuck.

“It is all so really sensual, Pete – I never imagined it could be so heavenly between two guys and I so want that first fuck with you.

I said I was only too thrilled that he wanted me that way, asked him how he would like me.

“You mean for fucking, Pete?”

“Yes, maybe the first time would be best doggy style.

“How is that?” He asked.

I showed him, placing a cushion güvenilir bahis below my knees on all fours I spread my thighs for him to kneel between.

“There, Richard, how’s that?”

“Beautiful.”

I twisted my hand behind me so I could take a feel of his ready cock, working it, preparing it for its first fuck with a good spread of lubrication, It felt as good as it had tasted and I longed to feel it up inside me. Especially knowing for him it would be his first time experience of ass fucking.

“Just take you time and enjoy, Richard, let it flow, that can sometimes be as much fun as the ultimate fuck itself. Anything you’d like to do first tell me, I wont bite not yet anyway” I teased.

” I never thought I would want to do this but I am going to anyway, Richard ann9unced pushing his face between my buttocks, sniffing and sucking everything down under. What a real delight that was, first time for him too, we were going ton have a rapturous time..

He must have sucked and licked and everything with me for a good five minutes when he came up for air with the biggest stiffest cock so throbbing and it was a delight to get the first feel of it rubbing up against my hole, feeling his fingers stretch my ass cheeks wide apart like he had done it all before and then, the feel of cock starting to squeeze its head into me, the feeling of his thrust starting to work into me as I swayed my ass and helped him work it in, deeper an d deeper making me yell for his fuck.

It was so lovely, me just spread on all fours for the pleasure of his first time, and then feeling him build inside me, stopping occasionally to enable us to enjoy that wonderful sensation of cock in ass, feeling the mutual throb of our fuck and then he came up for the final rapid thrust making me yell for more and more , hearing his moans until finally he gave one last massive surge into me, and then that familiar sound announcing his cuming deep up inside my hole, me holding it there, tightening my rectal muscles around it feeling it start to come out of me.

It was all so divine that first time with Richard.

Wwe had lots more to enjoy, he was a natural and gave me the most wonderful fuck.

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Your eyes scan the landscape of my exhausted face, as you finish savoring the spoils of the efforts on your college girl. I am your girl, your cheerleader, your “Little Bit.” And I have selected you to teach me how to feel pleasure. And OH! What a job you are doing! I am pleased with my selection.

“Squeamish?” you ask. “Huh?” I’m puzzled. You smile, as you stand, with your face still glistening. Then licking your lips, you dart out of the room.

“I wonder what he meant by that?” I think to myself, as I continue to catch my breath.

I must have passed out, because I’m startled awake by you standing next to me, watching me. “You’re so beautiful,” you say, as you sit on the chair you’ve dragged around. You stroke my hair and I turn my face to kiss your palm.

With stars in our eyes, we gaze at each other. Our sight then wanders to the bodies we are about to entangle. Your hand follows and rests on my right breast, thumbing the nipple through the fabric. I breathe in sharply, an affirmation of my sensitivity. You smile at me again and go back to playing.

I dizzily sit up, on the side of the table, with my legs hanging over, onto your chair. You have better reach now and you share your attention with both of my breasts. “Oh , I love this,” I say as you run light circles around my nipples. You pinch and tweak and make me squirm and wriggle for you on the table.

You press your mouth to mine, lazily. I soak in the feeling of your warm lips on mine before kissing and sucking at yours. It’s almost submission, on your part, as you let me slide my tongue past your lips. You accept, greedily sucking at my probing request. This is the one thing that you know I’m a little slut for. As innocent as I am in other areas, my mouth has been sucked and kissed by half the football team. You know! You hear them talk in the locker room. But they’ve never had attention like this!

Boys are young and greedy, only seeking to get themselves off. You, my sweet Coach, are not like them. You want to please me, to teach me how I should be treated. And oh, how we are enjoying the lessons! Your moan is almost a whine of passion as you lean into my kisses, deep and wet, sweet, and hot. “Gawd, I can’t get enough!” I exclaim, before I sit up and swing my legs around.

I face you, on your lap, again. It’s a marvel how small I look in your big hands. You slowly extend your tongue in a point and flick the nipple stretching out through the fabric. With one swift pass of the thumb, you slide my bra aside and bare my nipple, hard and ready. And after teasing them in turn with your hands, you return your mouth to them, and reach your hands around back to undo the clasp. I shimmy the straps off my shoulders, making my tits bounce for you, and toss the lingerie to the side. I have one piece of clothing left, which is probably stained by now. And YOU’RE overdressed!

My cheerleader skirt covers my butt, yet your hands seem to find it alright, grabbing yourself two meaty handfuls! You massage and exclaim, “I have been dreaming of getting my hands on this fine ass for ages!” I press back into your clutches, “and here it is!”

I attack your mouth, again, showing you I can give as good as I get! I’ve daydreamed away our night games, wondering what kind of lover you would be. And darlin’ you do NOT disappoint! Our tongues dart in and out, around each other. Sucking and licking, we devour each other’s mouths. I suck in your bottom lip and you return the heat by nibbling on mine.

I tear myself away from our kiss and you stare at my nipples rising and falling, as we catch our breath. “Stand up,” I say as you catch me in the eye. You raise your eyebrow, so I repeat myself. “Stand up, I mean it, stand up!” I smirk into one of those half smiles. I bounce off your lap and you do as I requested.

I look up at you, as I slide your shirt back. Then I kiss your chest and reach my mouth to your nipple. “Agh! My bahis siteleri nipples aren’t usually that sensitive. What are you doing to me, little one?” I give a naughty little giggle and lightly bite the other, making you squirm, while I undo your belt buckle.

Sliding down with them, I guide your pants slowly to your ankles. I look up at you, all doe eyed, and innocent; as I reach for the cock head that’s now peeking out the front of your boxers. “Oh,” you call out, staring down, into my eyes with an expression of pleasure-pain. You want me so bad it hurts…but I am here to comfort you.

I push the head back in and slide your boxers down, and guide you to step out of these clothing restraints around your ankles. “Sit.” “Yes, Ma’am,” you tease, as your bare ass hits the leather chair. I lay my head on your thigh, just looking at your solid penis saluting before me. Intrigued, you start, “What are you…” “SHhh, I’m studying,” I inform. You laugh at me as I continue my research..

Beginning with light one fingered touches, like a child poking at a discovery in the woods, I study the movements of your reaction to my attention. You glean that I have not played with a cock, so up close, before. My eyes are wide and gleaming at the twitches I am causing. I run the back of my hand over the soft skin of your shaft. Then the palm, “so soft,” I coo. Then I cup my hand tight and watch your face, as I sink your head into the gripping fist. “OH!” Your exclamation of pleasure urges me on.

I giggle and let go, looking at you. Your raised brow begs for more attention. Taking my middle finger and tracing tiny circles around the opening on your crown, I’m playing in the liquid that is bubbling up to the surface. Cupping your sac in my hand, I marvel at feeling the weight and playing with the balls inside. I stroke you slowly, crown to stem and back up again. Your tension mounts as I get my face closer.

I kiss your shaft and you moan, placing your hand on my head. Again, I kiss, and you stroke my hair, with your sharp inhale. I kiss the head before taking it into my mouth and letting you roll over my tongue and hit the roof of my mouth. “OH,” you shudder, feeling this wet appetizer envelop you. You grip my hair and release it gently with each rise and fall of my mouth.

“God I want to f…” You stop yourself looking into my innocent eyes as I impale my mouth on your cock. You watch these baby blues roll back into my head as my little moans and gags vibrate your prick.

You stand, with me still kissing and sucking on your head, greedily reaching and groping from my knees. Your cock slips out of my mouth, scraping you against my teeth on the way out, causing your knees to shudder at the sensation. You steady yourself with a hand on my shoulder. Then, offering your hands to me, you guide me up. Lifting me up to you with a guttural roar; I wrap my legs around your waist. “Ooh!” I exclaim, as I feel your prick tease me below. Your big hand insists my head toward yours. Then grunting as you plunge your tongue into my mouth, you carry me out of the office.

We make out as we go down the hallway, bumping into walls and stopping to lose our breath in each others gaping, frenzied, mouths.

You place me swiftly and gently upon the down-turned covers. I slip my legs underneath before I realize I still have my skirt on! I stand on the bed and say, “Something still needs to come off,” with my hand on my hip and fingers tapping impatiently. Sticking your head under the front of the skirt, you make me laugh by joking, “what are you talking about, Little Bit? I don’t see anything under here!” You playfully nibble at my muff before fumbling for the zipper and dropping my skirt. I kick it off the bed, and bounce down onto my ass and am ready to begin.

You now look stern, as you crawl towards me on the bed. I giggle a nervous laugh as you lean in for a kiss.

“You ok?” It’s sweet how you take care canlı bahis siteleri of me, even in the heat of lust.

“Yes.”

“You sure?” You ask with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes.”

“We don’t have to go through with this, if you’re not ready.”

Looking down at your big, hard cock, “I want to. I want you. I want you to be my first, I just heard that it hurt, and…”

“Ah, ok. We’ll take it slow and go at your pace, ok? Want to be on top so you can control it?”

“No. I want to feel you. I want to feel your body on top of mine. I’m ready. Just nervous. But I’m ready, I mean it. I want you.”

And with that, your concern is satisfied and you lean in to kiss me again, and pull me over onto your lap by my ass. How I love kissing you! I place my delicate little hands on either side of your head and lean into your face as I kiss you, passionately confirming my ready desire.

You already know. You can feel my wetness dripping onto your dick as I straddle your hips with my legs. Flexing your penis, you graze my labia with the pulsing tip. “Mmmm,” I grind into you more.

Rolling us over, you stretch up on your arms and gaze into my eyes with one final confirming glance. I nod with a wide grin. You make me feel warm inside. My chest, echoing yours, rising and falling with my hastening breath, announces the urgency with which I want you to take me.

Kneeling between my legs, you direct the head of your penis up and down my pussy, teasing me. A sharp breath announces the tingles, you give me, every time you stroke past my clit. Our juices mingle as you tease, by resting your head just at the opening. “Oh,” I cry out. “Is this what you want?” “Yes. Oh yes, Coach.” You tear open a condom and swiftly cover your shaft, placing yourself in position.

“Oh…OH…MMMmm.” Kissing my mouth, you swallow my ever changing moans, as you gently press your head into my virgin orifice. You pause, just inside my opening, hearing me hyperventilate. I am so tight and wet around your head; your excitement is hardly bearable!

Rising up on your elbows, you’re watching my face contort and relax, as I’m recovering from the pain and feeling it turn into pleasure. You stroke the sides of my face, and play with my hair to comfort me. Then your sweet little kisses on my forehead, eyes, cheeks, and my full little lips, make me coo for you. We share a knowing smile, happy to be in this moment.

I rock my pelvis, indicating my want for more. Pressing further in, we let out a simultaneous, breathy, “Ohhhh…” Push. Rest. Push. Rest. You inch yourself half way into my tightness and pause to feel my young vagina squeezing your shaft. “You look so happy,” I notice. “I am, sweetheart. Oh, God I am happy.” With that, we share a long, deep, passionately loving kiss.

I moan into your mouth and shudder as you begin to withdraw. Smiling, you begin your gentle decent back into my vagina. Deeper this time, I arch my back and bare my neck to you as I cry out. You nibble and suck at my neck as you back out, then plunge deeper inside me. “AAH!” I whimper, “too much, a little too much.” It feels like pain, but then turns into pleasure as you pull out, causing my body to shudder into ecstatic moans!

Now trying slow little strokes, we’re both enjoying the sensation of my pussy clinging to your head, begrudgingly relinquishing grip, only to have you drive back in! “Oh.” “Yeah.” I’m breathing harder with every stroke. You know you have me. You know you’re going to make me cum!

“Oh, Coach. I am so turned on!”

“Good, baby.” You kiss me again.

With that you plunge deeper than ever. Sliding in and out easily, your pubic bone is in just the right place to rub my swollen clit with each pass. I’m moaning and panting with every touch and sensation, so you decide to add more to the mix.

You slide one arm under my back, your hand cradling the back of my head. You lean your canlı bahis weight on that arm so you can use your other hand to grip and fondle my breasts. You pant in their direction, watching them jiggle with each thrust. Gazing back into my eyes, you pinch a nipple between your thumb and fore finger and watch my pleasure as you twist and tweak it in time with your movements.

“Ohh!”

The combination of feeling your care for me, and the sensations your attention is causing, is filling my body with heat. I feel your breath on my neck, as you, in turn, kiss it, driving me crazy, and grunt in my ear. It’s so hot to know I turn you on like this! I feel your fingers on my nipple and the weight of your body on mine. And the way it feels to have you bounce off my clit as you fill me up with your swollen cock, is bringing me to the edge!

“Oh, Coach! You make me feel warm inside. It… feels… so… goooooo…,” and with that, the convulsions begin, “OH! AH! AH hih AIE! AIE! UUUNNNNGH” You hold me tight as I seize and shudder my aftershocks into your body and growl more “Oh”s into your ear.

“Oh… Mmmm. Oh, feels so good, having you hold me like… Oh… like this. HMmmm.”

You wipe away the tiniest little tear from the corner of my eye and kiss my mouth softly as I recover. Your member is huge and throbbing inside me now. You feel elated at how you made me cum for you. You are the only man I wanted to make me cum, like this. It felt so good, clenching down on your cock for my first time.

I moan weakly as you slide inside again, still docile from my own orgasm. After several shallow pumps, in and out, in and out, you plunge as far as you will go, ready for me to take it all. Our passionate cries fill the bedroom, enhancing the deepness and urgency of our union. You hold there, inside me, both arms under my back, palms curled over my shoulders. I wrap my arms around your neck, cupping your head, and my legs find their way around your waist. I cling to you, pressing my skin on yours everywhere I can. Oh, my sweet, we couldn’t get any closer if we tried!

My hips are rising up to meet yours and my legs are guiding your ass, to drive you deep inside me. Holding each other tight, we move together rhythmically. Your breath is hot and heavy on my neck and in my mouth, as you kiss me.

Sighs turn into grunts and moans, as your shaft bangs its attack faster into my sloshing pussy. Your thick cock is stretching my tight little twat so wide and deep, it’s almost unbearable. My back arches and I clench your ass as I embrace your plummet. Your silence signals your nearing the edge of your little death. It turns me on so much to know how my body is making you cum. Warmth washes over me as I prepare to enjoy your climax.

“I’m open wide for you. Oh…. Hihh Hmmmm… I want to turn myself inside out to feel you deeper still.” My passionate whisper in your ear sets off a chain reaction of electric pulses in your body, starting a raging orgasm thundering through your core.

“Oh G…” Your muscles tense. “Ngh Hahh… Hihh…” Your hot breath is huffing through your clenched teeth. Then your neck stretches up. Our eyes are still intently locked, then you hesitate. You want to make this moment of you cumming inside your sweet little virgin last as long as possible. But you can’t hold back any longer. “OH! I’m…. CUMMINNNG!” You growl with your final frenzied orgasm. You shoot your load in long, desperate thrusts, with each you’re shuddering more than the last. “OHHHHHH.” You give your essence to me, releasing your seed, as you plunge yourself past my cervix, deep inside of me.

Collapsing in a sweat weighted heap on top of me, I caress you as you come back down to earth. We turn our heads to kiss each other and share a laugh about the juicy mess we made of each other.

“You ok, Little Bit?”

“Mmmmm. Yes. Looks like you had fun too.”

“Oh yeah. Of course I did. Are you kidding? Sweet young thing, giving herself to me like you just did, that’s enough to make any man happy.”

We lay together for an hour, still a tangle of sticky limbs, talking about all the explorations of my young fantasies.

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My fingers danced across my guitar, bathing me in sound.

“You sit so close with your hand on my cheek,

Whispers so soft, voice heavenly sleek,

I’ve never seen you, but I love you so much,

You can play things by ear, babe, but I’ll play them by touch.”

Chords rose and fell, like a gentle ocean. My ears were the boat. I let myself be rocked to and fro atop those waves. The guitar was my rudder, my fingers the sails that let me navigate the waters where I truly felt at home.

Somewhere in front of me, a crowd of people silently listened to my song. Occasionally a soft clink would reach my ears as someone set down a glass after taking a drink. Who they were, I had no idea. How big the crowd was, I didn’t know. Whether there were more men than women, or vice versa, whether they were watching at me enraptured or staring into space while my music played in the backgrounds of their minds, I didn’t care.

All that mattered was the woman I knew was sitting alone at a table in the far left corner.

I started singing again.

“Playing by touch, my hands give me sight,

They cling to you, hold to you, throughout the night,

This man without eyes, his heart you stole,

My fingers know your face, but my lips know your soul.”

Melody.

My fingers played the last few chords without needing to be told what to do as I fixed my sunglass-covered eyes on where she was sitting. I was probably missing her by a good ten feet, but she would know. As the last note faded, the crowd began to applaud. I smiled, reaching out to feel the stand before carefully setting the guitar back into it, and got to my feet. My white cane was right where I’d left it. Running it gently from side to side in front of me, I made way down from the stage and through the restaurant.

“Are you really blind?” someone asked to my right.

“I don’t think he is,” somebody else muttered, as if I couldn’t hear them. “Just a gimmick.”

“You’re a regular Stevie Wonder, aren’t you?”

“How long have you been blind?

“How did you learn to play?”

“Watch out for—er, never mind.”

“Over here, Tad.”

I sighed in relief, locking onto that last voice. I was used to those kinds of questions. I couldn’t go hardly anywhere without being bombarded by them. That didn’t mean I had to like them, though. But that one voice was always welcome in my ears. I followed it through the jungle of noise, stopping when my cane tapped the edge of the table, and fumbled…well, blindly…for the chair.

“That was wonderful,” Melody said as I sat down. “I don’t think I’ve heard that one before.”

I smiled. “I wrote it about someone special.”

“Oh? And who might that be?”

“Your dad.”

That made her laugh, which never failed to get me laughing too. I tried to imagine what she must look like with that smile spread across her face, eyes filled with joy, but couldn’t. Every image I brought to my mind felt…inadequate for her beauty. Beauty I’d never seen, despite the year and a half we’d been dating, but I would never stop believing was there.

I held out my hand, and heard the scraping of glass against wood as she pushed my drink into it. A fruity cocktail, the kind of thing guys aren’t supposed to drink in favor of harder booze, but I hate what alcohol does to me. Walking when you can’t see is hard enough without sending your brain on vacation.

Up on stage, someone else went up to try their luck. They ignored the guitar, instead grabbing the microphone and belting out a horrible rendition of I Like Big Butts. He was obviously drunk off his ass, his words slurring together almost indecipherably, and soon the entire bar was roaring with laughter. Melody and I sat there in our corner, smiling and sipping our drinks. She had turned twenty one just three months ago, and Open Mic Night had become a weekly tradition.

I was resting my hand on of the table, and felt my heart flutter when she put hers on top. A whole year, and she could still do that. I loved her. Words couldn’t express how much that was true. Music came closer, but even that fell short. How the universe thought it was fair, giving such a wonderful woman to a man as broken as me, I had never understood.

The next hour went by slowly, one drink after another, one singer after another. Some were good, some were awful, and it was hard to tell which the audience enjoyed more. Finally, though, I felt Melody’s hand tighten around mine.

“Take me home, Tad,” she said softly.

I smiled and nodded, rising from my seat. I paid the tab—I could do that much, at least—and together we headed out into the chilly early evening. We found her car, and I climbed into the passenger seat with the ease of familiarity. Take me home, she’d said. She always said that. But, being what I am, it was always up to her to drive us places. She never complained, though.

“You’re safe to drive, right?” I asked softly.

“Of course I am,” she reassured canlı bahis me. “Not everyone’s a lightweight like you.”

“Just for that,” I said with a grin, “I’m picking the radio station.”

“Oh, no, not the classic rock. Whatever will I—” I tuned the radio the loudest, most obnoxious static I could find, and could practically feel the look she gave me. “Seriously?”

She backed out, and soon we were going down the highway.

“Hey, these people are geniuses,” I said. “I love the way they rhymed xssdffgflkd with ghjwurjvmzna.”

She laughed again at that, and I fumbled to turn it to my favorite rock station, settling back in to enjoy the ride. The drive to my apartment took less than ten minutes, but that was hard to tell when you can’t see the clock or the scenery passing by. Even so, I could tell something was off by the turns she made. Going left when she should have turned right, straight when she should have turned left. It wasn’t until I she parked the car that I realized where we were.

“Your house?” I asked, perking up in surprise.

“How’d you know?”

“Where else would you take me that has a gravel driveway?”

She chuckled. “Touché, good sir.”

“Okay, but…why? Are you feeling okay? Do you need me to take an Uber home?”

Being…you know…I obviously couldn’t drive myself home from her place. I didn’t even own a car. That’s why, even though she always told me to take her home, she always dropped me at my apartment first.

Melody was quiet for a little bit, but then I felt her hand touch my arm. “I just thought, um…do you want to watch a movie?”

Something in her voice caught my attention. Hesitancy. Melody was a strong girl, confident in herself in all the right ways. Nervousness was not in her repertoire. Whatever was going through her head, it was enough to make her uneasy. Slowly, I nodded. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I left her alone when she was so obviously out of sorts? We both got out of the car, and she took my arm to lead me up to the front door even thought I could have found it myself. The house she rented was a small place on a nice, secluded forest road. It took almost every cent she earned just to pay rent, but I knew she thought it was worth it to be away from the noise and chaos of the city. I didn’t disagree. I can’t tell you how many days I’d sat out on her porch with her, just listening to the birds sing. A type of music you never heard on the city streets.

We stepped inside, and the familiar scents of Melody filled my nose. The cinnamon rolls she had baked this morning. The perfume she wore so often that it always hung heavy in the air. Even the smell of her carpet, badly in need of a vacuuming, smelled pleasantly like her. It smelled like home, even though I’d never actually lived here a day in my life.

She left me on the couch, and a few minutes later another scent joined the others: popcorn. A piping hot bowl was set down in front of me, and I heard her sifting through her DVD collection at the other end of the living room. Soon, she was nestled in beside me, my arm around her shoulders, while the movie began to play.

Aladdin. One of her favorites. Melody might have been twenty one, but she’d never grown out of the Disney classics. I hugged her close, letting her rest her head on my shoulder. She knew this one was special to me, too.

I could remember what it looked like.

I haven’t always been blind, you know. Seventeen years ago, when I was only six, I’d been in a car accident. It had killed my dad, and I banged my head so hard against the window that when I woke up a week later in the hospital, my eyesight was completely gone. I’d learned to live with it, and it didn’t bother me anymore, but still…Aladdin was one of the movies I’d watched a hundred times as a kid. My eyes might not work now, but I could still picture each scene perfectly in my head as I listened to the words.

We watched in silence for about half an hour, only breaking that silence to laugh at a joke. Then I felt Melody shift a little under my arm, heard the remote click as she picked it up off the coffee table, and…

The movie turned off.

“Melody?” I asked in surprise. “Mel, are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she whispered, snuggling back up against me. “I just…can you sing me that song again?”

I turned my face toward hers, even though I couldn’t see her. “The one I sang at the bar?”

“Mhmm.”

“Of course.”

And so I sang. I didn’t have a guitar to provide music this time, but I don’t think Melody cared. My voice filled her house the way her scents and touch filled my head. I’d spent weeks writing that song, making sure each word, each note, was absolutely perfect. Nothing else would have been good enough for her. My precious Melody.

When I reached the chorus, she hugged herself even tighter against me. I could feel her heartbeat.

“Playing by touch, my hands give me sight,

They cling to you, hold to you, throughout bahis siteleri the night,

This man without eyes, his heart you stole,

My fingers know your face, but my lips know your soul.”

She sighed, and before I knew it had pressed her face against mine. I jumped a little in surprise, but didn’t fight it. She was warm and soft, two things that a man who can’t see could always appreciate. Then, just as suddenly, she stood up, leaving me alone on the couch.

“I’ll be right back,” her footsteps telling me she was heading for her bedroom.

“Wh- Where are you going?” I called after her. She didn’t answer.

I sat there quietly, alone and confused, for almost five minutes. I strained my ears, trying to pick up some clue of what was going on, but I could hear nothing. My palms began to sweat. She was acting so strange. Was something wrong? Should I go check on her? What if she—

“Okay,” her voice pulled me back to reality. “I- I’m ready.”

There was something else in her voice now, but I couldn’t quite place it. Almost like…embarrassment? What did she have to feel embarrassed about around me? Even if she’d done something, goofed something up, she knew I couldn’t see it.

“Ready to start the movie?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she said after a moment’s hesitation.

She sat down next to me again, and I didn’t waste any time in putting my arm around her shoulders once more. Something struck me as feeling…odd. When she didn’t immediately start the movie again, that only gave me more time to think about it.

It took me a second to realize that I could feel the skin of her arm when she’d been wearing long sleeves before. Was that what she had gone into her room for? To change her shirt? Why would that make her act so strange? My fingers trailed up her arm to the shoulder. Nothing. Was she wearing a tank top? In this weather? But my hand delicately traced even further, going toward her neck now, and still couldn’t find a hint of cloth. My heart began to beat harder.

No way…

Hardly daring to breathe, my hand began to go stroke back down her arm, and when I reached her elbow, I hesitantly moved it to touch her stomach. Sure enough, all I felt was more skin.

“Melody,” I said, hardly able to talk with my heart so far up my throat, “are…are you…naked?”

She leaned closer and whispered in my ear, “Tad, I want your song to be true. I want your hands to be your eyes tonight. I want them to see me like nobody ever has before.”

“You mean…”

She gently took my chin and turned my head to face hers, then kissed me tenderly.

“Yes.” Her lips were still so close that I could feel her smile. “I want you to make love to me tonight, Tad.”

My breath caught in my lungs. You have no idea how badly I’d wanted to hear those words. I never thought I would, though. Dating a blind man was one thing. Somewhere deep in my heart, I’d known she would break up with me someday. Who would want to have sex with somebody who couldn’t see you, admire you?

“Are you sure?” I whispered.

In answer, she stood up right in front of me. Taking my hands in her own, she raised them and placed them against her sides. Her hips, I realized.

Her naked hips.

“Go ahead,” she encouraged me. “Use your hands. See me, Tad.”

Hardly able to believe this was happening, I did as she said. Running my hands up her sides as delicately as I could, I felt her smooth, soft flesh beneath my palms. Melody sighed, shivering slightly. Up to her waist, then the sides of her chest. Just as my hands reached her armpits, I realized it was happening. I was feeling her shape, piece by piece. For the first time in the year and half we’d been dating, an image was forming in my head.

An image of her.

Slender, but not skinny. Just right. Perfect. Not that she wouldn’t ever have been perfect, no matter what I felt.

I ran my hands back down again, feeling the way her hips rounded. She shivered again, and I felt goosebumps rising over her skin. Like the world’s most erotic story written in braille. Slowly, my hands made their way down her right leg, wrapping around her calf as the mental image became more complete with every second.

Yes, I thought, caressing her foot before moving to the other leg. Yes!

Beneath the wonder of “seeing” my girlfriend for the first time, though, I was feeling something else, too. The beginnings of arousal were stirring inside me. And why shouldn’t they have? I was feeling up my naked girlfriend while she whispered how badly she wanted to make love to me.

My hand reached her hip a third time, and I paused. “Melody, c- can I…”

“You don’t have to ask permission, Tad. Not from me.”

Eagerly, yet still a little nervously, I stood up and pulled her close for a kiss. The way her naked form pressed up against mine only made the rapid hardening of my cock that much more obvious. While our tongues wrestled, my hands went around to her back to canlı bahis siteleri continue exploring. It didn’t take a genius to know when I found her butt.

“Oh, Tad,” she moaned into mouth as I ran my palms up, down, and around the two firm, plump cheeks. The mental image grew clearer, attaching what I was feeling to the rest of her. Good God, I’d had no idea my girlfriend had such an amazing ass!

She was moving now, I realized. Not enough to break our kiss, but enough that I could feel…something…rubbing me through the fabric of my shirt. Two somethings, actually. Realization nearly made me choke on Melody’s tongue, even while she sighed blissfully at the friction she was making between us.

More! I needed more! Leaving her butt alone—for now, anyway—I trailed my fingers up her spine. It was marvelous. Resting my hands against her back, I couldn’t believe how clearly I could feel her muscles shift with every slight movement she made. Soft and smooth, yet somehow firm as well.

Then Melody broke the kiss, stepping back and taking my hands again. “Tad…”

“Melody…”

“I want you to see me,” she said, raising my hands toward her again. “All of me.”

Two soft mounds of flesh touched my palms, and I jumped a little when I realized what they were. Tentatively, I wrapped my fingers around them, making Melody coo in pleasure. Yes…Just like everything else about her, they were just right. I pressed against them, feeling the nipple poking my hand, and began to gently knead them in slow circles. Melody arched her back to push them even further into my hands. I ran my right hand down a little, not taking it off, until I could grip the nipple between my finger and thumb.

She jumped a little. “Not so hard.”

“Sorry,” I whispered.

She leaned in and kissed me. “It’s okay. Just be gentle. They’re sensitive.”

Sensitive, huh? An idea came to me and, while I continued to fondle her, I slowly leaned my head forward. It was awkward, not being able to see exactly where my face was heading, but I used my hands as guides. When I felt my lips brush the back of my left hand, I slowly took it away, and…

“Oooh, Tad!” Melody moaned as my tongue ran over her nipple for the first time.

My lips tightened around her tit. The taste was intoxicating. Just knowing that I was sucking on my girlfriend’s breast was enough to harden my boner to painful levels. The way she moaned as my tongue flicked this way and that, teasing her nipple, feeling it grow firmer by the second, was sweeter music to my ears than I could ever make.

That left me with one free hand, though, and one part of her that I still didn’t have a picture of. Putting that hand on her smooth, soft tummy, I gently ran my fingers down, feeling the dimple her belly button made in her otherwise smooth flesh. Lower. Her breathing began to get heavier in anticipation. My fingertips brushed a small, trimmed patch of hair. A little lower, and…

There. Even if I hadn’t known what I’d found by the heat and the slick wetness, the way Melody let out a gasping moan would have tipped me off. Her pussy was warm to the touch. My index finger found a little nub of flesh, almost like a nipple but smaller, that made Melody squirm when I brushed it. I ventured a little further down, feeling the way her slick flesh began to part a little at my touch.

And just like that, my fingertip slid into her.

Melody bucked suddenly, startling me, but put her arms behind my head and held me close so I couldn’t go anywhere.

“Mel?” I asked nervously. “Are you—”

“Sorry.” She sounded out of breath. “You just made me cum a little. That’s the first time anyone has ever touched me there.”

“Do you like it?” I breathed.

“Yesss,” she said, leaning in to start licking and nibbling on my throat. “Please, keep going.”

I did as she said, sliding a little more of my finger into her eager opening. The moist walls seemed to clench down on it, begging me to touch all of it at once. I drew the finger out, making her moan, and then added another. Slowly, I worked them further into her pussy, waiting for her to tell me I’d hurt her, or gone too far, or something. She didn’t, though, and soon both my fingers were buried up to the knuckle inside her.

“I’ve wanted this for so long, Tad,” she whispered in my ear. “To be with you like this. But you never asked, never made any kind of advances. I was starting to think you…didn’t want me.”

I froze, fingers still inside her, and pulled my mouth from her breast. “Didn’t want you? Nobody on earth would be stupid enough not to want you!”

“Then why haven’t you…”

“Because you’re the one who shouldn’t want me!” I insisted. “I know what I am, Mel. I’m broken. Damaged goods. Why you’ve wasted even a year of your life with me, I’ll never understand. I know I don’t deserve you. You deserve someone who isn’t…”

Blind.

I didn’t know what to expect next. Surely I had just, if nothing else, completely ruined the mood, right? She was going to pull away, go get dressed, and offer to drive me home. I’d be lucky if she didn’t break up as soon as we got there. I sighed. At least I had gotten to experience this, at brief as it—

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