The Blind Girl in the Rain Pt. 04

"Mr. Sloane."

What? I let my gaze fall to the tops of her slender thighs and the way her skin contrasted to the darkness of her woolen black stockings then back up again to where her imagined pussy waited. Her pussy. Her slot. Her well. Just waiting there. Waiting for my big throbbing cock to slide up into it and open it wide.

"Mike."

What?

"Is anything wrong?" she asked.

I blinked and shook my head to clear my sexual funk. I had a firm solid grip on her hips and didn't ever want to let go. Heather was looking down at me over the silhouette of her bra covered bosom. She tapped me on the head to make sure I was still there.

"Do you like what you see?"

I nodded to myself. "You have no idea."

Then I felt her running her hands through my hair as she began to push those hips slightly forward and back in a slow instinctive dance. Intended or not, I pulled her to me and just inhaled the scent of her as she gasped out loud and gripped my hair tighter. She smelt of evening shade and the way she was sub-consciously rubbing her pantied crotch over my face was beginning to really boil the blood. After a wonderful moment, I sat back on my haunches and looked up at her. We didn't need to say anything but I think she knew that I wanted and had to see her in totality. To see her as the sexual female she was to the male in me.

I reached up and slid both hands under her bra and laid them over each breast enjoying the way she squeaked in surprised and gasped at the sudden feeling of my hands on her body. She quickly reached up and unclasped the front of her brassiere and tossed it to one side as I continued to feel her bosom. Her breasts had that pliant firmness of youth and her nipples were already taut and stubby under my flicking thumbs that had her tugging harder on my hair and standing on tippy-toe as the sensations flooded through her.

Before I knew it, she had let go of my thick unruly mop and had slipped both hands into her panties and was pushing them down over her thighs and ass as quick as night follows day. No doubt the oil was beginning to flow within her and her needs were as intense as my own. In no time, I knelt there staring at her vagina with its faint crown of neatly trimmed thatch from where a pair of wet petals hung low. Above me, I could hear the consistent panting of her moans as I reached forward and kissed her above her sex that elicited a low groan from her as I tasted her skin for the first time.

"Uh, geez," she muttered, "I feel funny."

Me too. Big time.

"What about you?" she murmured as I eased back onto the bed still holding her hips to keep us both steady. I could hardly think straight. My heart was thundering in my ears and I could feel my cock beginning to strain in its confines below as I told her to kneel down in front of me.

I quickly pulled off my shirt, unfastened my jeans and tugged them off. My shorts soon followed and I stood up naked in front of her as she knelt there listening to me getting undressed.

I stared down at her and could see that she was unsure of what to do and had both hands clasped together in her lap. Even in the low light of the room, I could see the rise and fall of her breasts as the different emotions washed over her making her gasp and shiver with nervous anticipation.

"Ready?" I asked her.

She glanced up at me before nodding. "Uh, I think so. Where is it?"

My lengthening cock hung from my crotch about six inches from her face and as it hardened the weight of it made the angry purple head droop down like some awakening monster. The size of my penis had always been a thing and had become a source of whispered discussion and amusement for the pool over many years. That I had made full use of my endowment during those years had given rise to my reputation as a cocksman of repute.

But this time was different.

"Right in front of your face."

"Oh!" Heather gasped, jerked back, and instinctively clasped both hands to her chest, "Can I touch it?"

"I'd be disappointed if you didn't." Disappointment would be an understatement. I could already feel that deep ache beginning to grow in my heavy ball sack as my sex got into gear. I glanced over to the bedside table and thanked God I had a pack of condoms left from last time.

Suddenly, I felt a hand on my left thigh. The soft touch of her fingers as they slowly spread over me as she became bolder. Then a touch on my right thigh as she knelt there flushed with concentration. Her hands now caressing over both legs from my feet up to the firmness of my buttocks where they lingered for a moment as she bit her lip at each discovery. Then both hands moved to the front and she spread her fingers wide over the slight swell of my abdomen. Looking down, I could see her gently rising as she knelt there and the way she was rubbing her thighs together so that they squeezed and put pressure on her sex.

Her right hand moved to me and jerked back briefly as she came into contact with the base of my straining penis. It was then she began to explore me properly. Using both hands, she wrapped the fingers of her right around my base and slipped the fingers of her left further up my exposed pole leaving at least three inches still visible above her grip.

I heard her gasp "Oh, fat!" as she pulled her left hand up the shaft to see how much was sticking out from above her grasp, "So that's why" she laughed as I felt her rubbing her thumb over the head of my cock leaving a smudge of lubrication over the rubbery surface.

She sat playing with it like it was a new toy. An endless source of amusement and fascination to her as she waved it around this way and that and even stuck the end in her ear for good measure which brought on another fit of the giggles. She took a deep gasping breath to calm down and gently licked all around the bloated head.

"It is big, right?" she asked, "I mean, it feels big. I can't really tell."

The fun of it. The fun of everything was just standing there watching her work things out. The sheer joy of having fun sex was so refreshing and I began to realize that I had slipped into a routine that had taken meeting this girl to drag me out of. "Well, if we were in the land of big cocks, I'd probably be no more than Mister average. So, you might have drawn the short straw."

She started to giggle again and pressed her fists to her mouth. "Big cocks," she mumbled to herself trying to keep a straight face. She ran her hands along my thighs, "Sorry, I can't help it!"

A moment later after she had calmed down, she held and gripped me firmly at the base with my erection pointed at her face all hard, hot and throbbing with anticipation. I didn't say anything. Right now, this was her show. Sex is never more erotic when watching someone else enjoying that most private part of you for their own gratification. Heather slowly stopped masturbating me and looked up.

"Do you want me to suck it?" she asked, "I've never done that before. So if I uh do something wrong you'd better tell me, okay?" Her lips were close to the head and I saw her inhaling the smell of it which made her lips part as she ran the tip of her tongue over them.

"I'm sure whatever you do, Heather, will be perfectly fine. And yes, I would very much like for you to do that." She was blushing so hard she looked like she was fit to burst.

She gave a firm nod that was almost comical in its determination and settled herself. "Okay. OH-kay. I can do this. No problemo."

No words can describe the feeling when her tongue first touched me there. The brief flick and dab of it as she tasted the swollen head to the deep sucking and licking from her as she grew in confidence was beyond anything I had experienced before. This blind girl sucked my cock as good as anyone had ever done whatever number they had been as I eventually pulled myself from her grasp due to my dangerously rising sap and held her to me as I turned and laid her on the bed alongside me.

*

Heather lay there on her back as I worked my way over her.

Her eyes were closed with her hands on my shoulders as I suckled one nipple and gently teased the other with my thumb. She was so slight. Looking at her now, in the raw, there was little excess on her with her rib-cage, hips, and legs being sharply defined under her soft white skin that glowed translucent like beneath me. I watched as flushes of crimson flared as I made my way down over her belly to lie between the junction of her thighs where her sex waited.

Using both hands, I pressed her thighs back as she raised and lowered her crotch in front of me. I forced them wider and the tender swell of her vagina opened up and I could see the wetness inside. She began to moan louder as I kissed the inside of each thigh before I lowered my mouth to the opening of her sweet pussy and blew on it gently.

"Ummmmmm," she sighed as her sex danced in front of my rapt gaze, "That's nice. I like that."

I applied more pressure and saw her open herself further as I smiled to myself at the way she sounded. Her sex was like a ripe peach cut in half; all succulent, juicy and just waiting to be tasted. There was something else I could tell. Something that had crossed my mind as I watched her undress.

"I'm not a virgin, you know." she said suddenly as if reading my mind as I looked up between her bare breasts to see her lift her head before letting it drop back on the pillow, "Well, not technically."

No. No, you're not. But you're as good as because you look as tight as a drum and getting my thing up there was going to be a real adventure. As in all things, the doing is in the preparation. Warm the stove to make the kettle boil. Proper preparation prevents piss poor pussy penetration. It was my job to make sure this fuck was a job done right and for the right reasons.

So, to prepare her, I suddenly leaned in and licked her pussy from top to bottom that made her jerk and shudder with surprise and let out a loud yelp as she grabbed me by the hair.

"OH!" she squealed as I held her in a firm grip and basically licked and ate her out with extreme gusto and consideration for a good ten minutes. Suffice to say, Heather was bouncing and twisting on the bed by the time I had finished with her. I was surprised I had any ears left as I knelt up and grabbed her hands to calm her down. My lips were already wet with her juice and her skin was flushed with her breathing hard as she struggled to sit up.

She gasped out loud as I got into position between her spread thighs. "Like that?" I said with a mischevious grin.

"Whu, what, NO, YES, maybe," she said flustered as she reached up and pushed her hair away from her face before suddenly reaching between her thighs, "OH MY GOD, I think I've peed myself!"

Alright. Enough fun and games, lady. I reached under her thighs and pulled her into the center of the bed as she raised her right hand towards me. She was panting hard as she rested on her elbow and waited. "Heather," I said finally. I came to her and pushed my thighs between hers and leaned over her as I gently pressed her down into the mattress.

Damn. "Wait, hold on. I nearly forgot something." I reached over to the bedside table as she felt me lean further over.

"Is something wrong?" she asked as she ran her fingers through the thick hair on my chest.

I sat back and opened the small box. "No, I just need to put something on before we, you know, do it."

"What?" she asked innocently before the penny dropped, "Oh, NO. Wait, it's okay. You don't have to. I've already sorted that out a while back. Uh, just in case. I'm serious. I'm safe."

"You sure?"

She nodded enthusiastically. "Uh huh. See, I can be sensible when I want to. I want you to love me like I'm meant to be loved."

Both her hands pressed automatically against my chest as she felt my weight settle on her as I twisted my hips and presented my engorged member to her slick hole. My face was close to her left cheek and I slid my lips into the nook just under her ear and whispered sweet nothings to her as she lay there wide-eyed and shaking.

I could feel her heart hammering away in her chest as she stiffened when she felt me rubbing the head of my dick in a slow circle around the lips of her pussy

"You alright?" I breathed against her skin.

She gave a quick "Uh huh."

"I'm going to push it in slowly. If you want me to stop just say, okay?"

Basic natural instinct was flowing between us now. Nature was playing us like her fiddle as I felt Heather submit to her urges and open herself up and accept my on coming penetration. "No, I'm alright. I feel like I'm going to burst. You just need to do it to me. I feel so amazing when you touch me there."

No more words were needed. Time slowed and we both tried to reach for it at the same time so we could capture the moment forever. I let my hips push forward and the girl beneath me groaned loud and long as my nine-inch cock forced its way up deep into her womanhood.

*

That first sex was a missionary affair.

I had pushed on watching her closely as I fed more of my large cock into her until she had taken everything I had to give. With each thrust, she had risen to a small climax and grabbed me tightly to her as she shivered and shook through the sensations flooding through her. Once settled, I began to push and pull so that the rhythm of our fucking became second nature and I used the rebounding of her upturned crotch to thrust my straining dick firmly back home. Back home where it belonged.

Her eyes were closed as I looked down at her with my arms either side of her head and my hands caressed the shape of her face as she reached under me to grip my shoulders. We kissed each other with a burning passion and I'd pause every now and again fully embedded within her as she came again and again.

Our lovemaking was deep and soulful and brought us closer together as we sexually teased each other with words, touches, and promises. As minutes passed, Heather became more animated in her wants and desires.

I was thrusting hard now. Each jolt making us both gasp and grunt out loud. Her arms were wrapped around my shoulders and she had drawn her thighs high up on my flanks with her heels urging me on to take her to greater heights.

She suddenly gave a squeal and raised her head as she squeezed her eyes tightly shut. Her whole body went rigid for a moment before she thrust her head back against the bed and bent herself into an arc that nearly lifted me off the bed. Wow. That must have been a big one. Far bigger than the rest so far. She squealed even louder and dug her nails into my flesh as the drama added fuel to my own climactic fire. I could feel the seed boiling in my sack and I knew the end was close.

I grabbed her face and held it still. "Heather, listen to me," I gasped. I was on the rise and could feel the urge growing, "I'm about to cum inside you," I warned her, "I've got to fuck you really hard so get ready because this might get a little rough."

She fell back panting as her own climax slowly faded and her lips found mine as I began to thrust harder into her. I raised my head and stared into her eyes as I eased myself off her so I could push her hips further back as her thighs shivered either side of me. I held onto her as much as she was holding on to me as I fucked her as deep as I could go striving for my own release as she sailed through many of her own.

I finally came with a sudden burst of relief and my final thrust pushed us both up the bed as I felt that first thick spurt of spunk erupt from me and spray her clinging insides followed by at least three of four gushes of sizeable volume that seeped back down past my buried cock to form a bright white halo at the opening to her vagina.

Holy shit. Talk about firing the big one. That electric tactile feeling ran up and down my spine as the waves from it washed over me and I regained some sense of wit as they finally faded away. I had put enough ejaculate inside her to float more than just her little boat and I winced at the ache in the old engine room down below.

It was then I felt Heather moving under me as she wrapped her arm's around my neck and let out a long satisfied sigh before kissing and licking my left cheek.

"Ooooooooh," she whispered, "All those pretty colors!"

I cupped her face in my hands and brushed the sweat-stained hair from her brow. I kissed her on the tip of her nose. Yeah. All those pretty colors. I had seen them too.

*

I took another sip of juice as I continued to watch Heather sleeping on the bed.

She was completely exhausted by the time we had come together for a third time. That third time I had mounted her from behind as she knelt face down with her hips high and her shoulders low. Everything was a discovery for her. What I took for granted was an adventure into the unknown for her and as we journeyed around the bed she took great delight in all the different positions a man and woman could have sex in. This third way turned out to be her favorite for she loved the way she could bend and twist her hips and crotch so that my big cock rubbed her in all the right spots in all the right ways.

"Animalistic" as I had called it much to her amusement. But it was true. The way I crouched over her as she knelt there laughing as I whispered naughty things in her ear. The way I reached under her and played with her breasts as we rocked back and forth. Most especially the way she tilted her hips up and bent her spine into a bow with her face and upper chest flat on the duvet. Now THAT position we both loved. The view looking down from up high was spectacular and I couldn't resist the temptation to spread her ass cheeks wide and press both thumbs into the pink valley either side of her anus. Each time I did that, I felt her stiffen and turn to "look" over her shoulder at me as she wondered what I was up to.

"Just having a wander," I said.

She didn't reply but just settled herself back down as I continued to stuff her pussy.

Maybe another adventure for another day.

*

I took another sip of juice as I watched the girl in the bed slowly wake up with a slow languid stretch as she fumbled around under the duvet.

I glanced at the clock on the bedside table. It had just gone six and the room was still bathed in that timeless moment just before the dawn of a new day. I got up to go and stand by the bed as she pulled herself up with a long yawn before she reached out her left hand and patted the empty space next to her.

"Mike?" She sat there listening as she pulled the duvet up around her, "Mike?"

"I'm here."

She turned to the sound of my voice and smiled. "Oh, I thought I was still dreaming for a minute. Is everything all right?"

I sat on the bed beside her. "Everything is perfect. Here," I said, "Give me your hand. I got you an orange juice," I placed the glass in her hands and watched her taking small then bigger gulps to quench her obvious thirst.

"Alright?"

She nodded and licked her lips. "I needed that."

"How do you feel?"

Heather stuck out her hand and I took the glass from her. She reached up and ruffled her hair as she blew out her cheeks. "Different!" she laughed, "Like I really am floating. Oh, everything feels weird," She pushed both hands under the duvet and felt her sex, "Ow, sore!"

I reached across and gently caressed her right cheek. "My pleasure."

She kissed my palm. "Beast," she breathed sexily, "I think you did me good, Mr. Sloane. I think you did me real good," She eased forward until her face was close to mine where she carefully raised her fingers and traced the shape of my lips, "And I'm glad that you did and I'm glad it was you," Her eyes were huge in her face. Wide and bright as they moved back and forth like they were searching for my own, "From the moment you picked me up that morning when I fell in the rain I've had this feeling that our paths would cross again one day."