3 comments/ 13171 views/ 2 favorites Special Needs By: solitarys_one I awoke with a need between my legs that was driving me crazy. It was different...this wasn't going to be fixed with toys or even with my four-legged friend. I needed a human touch. After laying here a few minute and feeling my nipples grow hard and letting my fingers feel the wetness between my legs, I got up and showered. And then put on the shortest skirt I could find in my closet...I had already decided not to wear my panties today. I put on my light blue silk blouse, and looking down at my bare breast I decided to go without a bra. I stood and admired how I looked in the mirror, my hard nipples poking out of the material of my silk blouse. I couldn't help but touch them... My four-legged friend sat at my feet, and I knew what he wanted, but it wasn't gonna be today; today I needed more. I slipped on my sandals and grabbed my keys and I was out the door. I could feel the cool breeze pass over my wet, naked pussy as I got in the car and headed to the local mall. As I entered the supermarket at the mall I got a few looks—some good some not—but it excited me, so I didn't care. I grabbed a cart and went up one isle and down the other, like a huntress on the prowl. Each time I saw a potential "victim" I would reach for something on the top shelf knowing it made my skirt ride up even higher and my nipples pop out more...I knew I was being a slut but my need had to be met. I couldn't go home without it...I could feel my juices building in me...and my pussy was screaming for attention... I heard a man's voice as I was stretching up...he offered to help and then we got talking as we walked around the store. We went through the cashier together, and he offered to carry my packages, what few I had, to my car. While looking for my keys he introduced himself, "My name is John," he said. With a smile I said, "Hi John, my name is Sally. Nice to meet you." We both chuckled a bit and then I realized I had locked my keys in the car. John offered to drive me home to get my spare. I sat in the seat and smiled to myself; the plan swung into action. As we drove we chatted—nothing serious or sexual, just small talk. I told John to turn in here and he looked at me and smiled. John realized there was more to this situation when he got to the house. It was a five-minute walk from the mall. Hell, she could have walked there to get the keys, John thought...he knew there was a reason for her actions. I invited John in while I looked for the keys, obviously they were going to be in all the low places. Bending down and making sure my back was to him...I could hear him breathing heavy... John couldn't take it anymore. I had made sure part of my ass was showing as I bent over. I knew he was looking at my long slender legs that seemed to never end. Suddenly John grabbed me turned me around and kissed me long...and hard. His tongue shot into my mouth and our tongues fucked with such force we both moaned...I wrapped my arms around him and ground my pussy into his hard cock. I had to have this...I needed it, I thought to myself. We could no longer conceal the moans that escaped our mouths simply from kissing. I tried to talk but the only words that came out of my mouth were, "Please...fuck me...please, I beg you." I was shocked at the intensity of the words flowing from my mouth. John smiled now; I had opened the door for him to do as he pleased. John sat on the sofa and I stood before him...I took a deep breath as his hands rested gently on my thighs, gently rubbing up and down, inching their way up. I slowly lifted the silk blouse revealing more and more of my body as he kissed upwards. When he got to my nipples they were ready to explode; he sucked on them with such force it took my breath away. The pain and pleasure tore through my body and I was sure I was going to cum. I heard John yell, "Don't you dare cum, slut!" He said it with such authority and force it took me back, and I shrunk into the submissive slut that I was. John continued to suck on my nipples as his hand reached up between my legs. Then he stopped sucking and said, "Strip, slut." I didn't utter a word I just obeyed and did a slow strip with the rest of my things...I could feel the wetness on my thighs and my heart pound. I knew I was gonna be used. I stood before him naked and my nipples hard and aching...my pussy was swollen and wet I could feel the juices on my thighs... John stood and took something out of his pocket; I couldn't think, all I wanted was him to use me. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back and placed a collar around my neck. Attached to it was a leash. Instinctively I knew I should kneel on all fours...so without him saying I knelt down, then went down on my hands, too. John walked me to the dining room table where he lifted me onto it, And said, "Lay on your back, slut." When I lay down, he grabbed me under the arms and slid me up so my head hung down off the table. He walked to the side, slowly running his hands down my body...first my face, then my neck...then over my breast and nipples where he stopped and pinched my nipple so hard I screamed. When the pain stopped, I could feel my legs being spread apart and tied to the table legs, fully exposing my naked wet pussy. His hands traveled up my legs over my knees as he walked to the side of the table...very gently he cupped my pussy and just held me. Then after a few minutes he continued to travel up to the top of the table where he stood over my head. He had a scarf in his hand and placed it over my eyes...then spread my arms out and tied them also to the table. Then he was back at the head of the table; I could feel the heat from his body on my face. Then I heard a noise—the whoosh as he took his belt off his trousers—and without forewarning the belt he had removed from his trousers came crashing down across my tits...causing such pain I screamed as it happened again and again. I could feel the tears flowing from my eyes from the pain. But the excitement continued to build in me...I just took the stinging belt, stroke after stroke, the pain in my tits burned and I could feel the welts appear. Again without warning, the next strike landed squarely between my legs. Again I screamed, as hot pain shot through my body. If I had not been tied I'd have tumbled off the table in pain. This man I had picked up seemed to know my deepest desire and needs...stroke after stroke of the belt, he covered my body until I no longer fought to be free or offered any resistance at all. I had no fight left in me; John had achieved his task. He lowered his face next to mine and whispered in my ear, "You will meet my needs slut and fuck whatever it is you may have wanted or expected. The next time you pick someone up at the store...perhaps you will choose more carefully." The fear in me rose to a new level of excitement, a new height, and without warning my first orgasm screamed through my body. Without any chance to control it or stop it...I shook as it ripped through me. A long deep moan escaped my lips as it swept over me. John grabbed my tits and milked then with such force I screamed again, in pain this time, begging John to stop. This only drove him further and his rough treatment of my tits grew worse. He yelled, "Fuck your wants, slut. I already told you that." As he continued squeezing my tits hard, I screamed till he released them. The pain was intense and my tits burned from the rough treatment. I was straining, listening for some clue as to what was next, what this man I had picked up from the mall was going to do; the fear in me grew...I listened carefully at the sounds for some idea, holding my breath cause I was breathing so hard, I couldn't hear. Then I felt him at the top of my head where he stood when he beat me with the belt. I begged for no more, "Not the belt, please..." All of a sudden I felt the head of his cock being pushed into my mouth...I was powerless...tied and unable to protest. All I could do was to let him slide the shaft of his cock all the way into my mouth...it was starting to gag me. I felt his hand on my throat massaging my neck as he continued to push his huge cock deeper in my throat, deeper than anyone ever has. I couldn't breathe...thinking I was gonna pass out, panic took over my thoughts. I knew I couldn't resist...or it would get rougher. After what seemed an eternity he withdrew and I gasped for a breath. Hearing John talk I had a hard time understanding, I was gasping for air so hard. He repeated it again and said, "I love watching your tits heave as you gasp for air, slut" He grabbed my nipple as he walked to the other end of the table...twisting and tugging it...I screamed in pain as he pulled stretching it. When he released my nipple, I moaned. "You liked that, didn't you, slut? Isn't it just what you were looking for today when you went to the mall? Someone to meet your needs...right, slut?" "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!" I screamed, as fingers shoved inside me without warning. John said, "Time to get this cunt ready for her needs to be met, right slut?" He continued shoving his fingers in and out again, hard. A low groan came out of my mouth...and I knew it wouldn't do any good to beg him to stop, so I just relaxed, let it happen and stepped out of my body. John said, "Preparation for my needs consisted of 5 hard quick strikes with the belt to my clit...I shook my head no. Then I felt a smacking on my tit as he hit me...reminding me I wanted this. "CRACK!" went the first strike with the belt...then another. "CRACK CRACK!" Then the last two, "CRACK CRACK!!" While I shook and cried, he lowered his head between my legs and sucked softly on my clit...my sobs turned to moans then groans as he began sucking on my clit, and pulling it harder and harder...I could feel another uncontrollable orgasm coming. I couldn't fight it; I just screamed as it ripped through my body again, sending me into throes of spasms, my body jerking and bucking at his face, still buried in my pussy sucking my clit...and hearing him lap it up. I was just barely getting over this when he climbed on the table and slammed his hard cock into me...no warning, no concern for pain. I was feeling his balls slapping my ass as raised me up into the air to give himself maximum penetration. I was fast losing it as the next orgasms came and went. I had drifted off into a place where my body was no longer mine...just a fuck piece for him. I was reduced to long slow moans as he continued to fuck me and whip my tits at the same time. Pain was no longer distinguishable from pleasure; I had released everything I was to him...I didn't know how long this had lasted, no longer being aware of what had been done to me. Realizing I was being turned over, face down on the table, I guessed what was next as he shoved his hard cock deep in my ass...the pounding into my ass was unrelenting. The strap came down on my back and was renewing the pain in my body again. His hands on my hips pulled me back letting his cock enter fully in my ass. Hearing him groan as he came in my ass, I was no longer able to move. I was exhausted and grateful my needs had been met. I'd lost count of the number or orgasms...I know longer knew what had been done to me. All I knew was my needs from this morning had come to pass...little did I know he wasn't finished with me yet. As he untied my legs and arms from the table he had to help me sit up...and helped me from the table. John grabbed the leash attached to my collar and I slid to the floor in obedience...crawling and following him to the bathroom and into the shower. Once in, he yanked my head back as he grabbed a fistful of hair...pulling my face hard into his cock. I took him deep as he yelled, "SUCK IT, SLUT!" Funny, but I thought as his cock rammed down my throat, "He is a man of few words..." Obeying him I sucked his cock like the slut I was. Feeling his body tense, I knew he was about to cum so I prepared myself for him as he was about to explode in my throat. Swallowing every drop he fired into me, I heard him moan as he gave me his last shove into my mouth. "Is it over," I thought, gagging. He had yet not taken his cock from my mouth. "I wonder why he is staying like that?" but I dared not to protest. I thought, "I can not take any more punishment." So I just waited there with his cock in my mouth slowly losing its hardness...now that he had delivered his cum for me to drink. Feeling a warm sensation building in my mouth the realization hit me...he was pissing. It startled me. But again I submitted to it...I could taste him on my tongue and hoped he didn't expect me to swallow it. Feeling him pull his cock out a bit and allowing the piss to run down the side of my face and onto my tits and body, feeling it run between my legs and stinging as it reached my sore, swollen pussy. Finally he withdrew...and lifted my face with his hand and said, "Good slut. Next time you want to play fantasy...wait till I finish work before you call me." Looking up in his eyes and smiling, I said, "Yes, Master; thank you for your time." Special Needs Juliette held her daughter's hand while she drew the flower. "Flower," she repeated patiently. Simon smiled from across the too short table as he assisted his son. "Car," his deep, sexy West Texas drawl caressed her skin. Her nipples hardened inside her plain white bra. 'Get a grip,' she chastised herself. She had no business lusting after the super hot single dad, who had recently joined their special needs homeschool group. Looking up, she saw five other pair of eyes watching the man's every move. She frowned. She and Simon were the only single parents in the group, but evidently his charms were so obvious that the married moms felt the need to look as well. She should be relieved that she was simply responding to a handsome male like all the others, so why did she feel jealous? It was not like she had any claim to the man. She looked down at her tattered and dusty jeans. Her t-shirt too was stained, spaghetti sauce from Sammie's breakfast, toothpaste and now bright pink paint. Juliette could not remember the last time that she wore something nice. Probably more than a decade ago, before Sammie was born with Downs Syndrome. Another lifetime, when she had a career in real estate, a husband and got laid with some regularity. But Sammie's birth had changed all that. The responsibility of caring for a special needs child meant that returning to her career was out of the question, not that real estate was that great a career choice any more. The strains of parenting their special little girl had been too much for their unusual marriage as well. Any child would have strained her husband's ideal of an open marriage that included swinging, regularly sharing her with other men and of course numerous affairs. Juliette had gone from wild, worldly woman with more cock than she could handle and the occasional pussy to super mom that had not gotten laid in so long that she could barely remember. Trouble was she remembered all too well, three summers ago. The young Mexican handy-man that was fixing her barn. She had put Sammie down for her nap and gone out to see how things were going. It had quite literally been a quick roll in the hay, she smiled. Oh, well, thank god for the Internet, she thought. She had several sites saved to her favorites. She chuckled, wondering what the other upright Christian moms in the group would think if they knew that she regularly visited place like Kitty's Klimax and Cyberstudly. But then again watching them hyperventilate over Simon, she figured they had no right to talk. She wondered though how far they would go, would they drop their drawers for the man as the saying goes. She looked up at him once more. His slightly greying hair was a tad long, but then again she knew how hard just getting a haircut could be with a special child in tow. There were soft laugh lines around his eyes and mouth that only enhanced his smile. But by far it was his towering six foot three inch frame of solid lean cowboy that had everyone salivating over Mister Studly. It was sinful the way soft denim hugged and caressed his tight ass. Hell, if the other bitties were not watching, she would be tempted to cop a feel. Smiling, she wondered what he would think. She realized suddenly that his light blues eyes were studying her, returning her gaze that she knew was way too bold for this situation. She dropped her eyes to the paper. Sammie was smiling with delight at the pink grass, purple cows and blue sun on it. She clapped and bounced up and down in her chair. "Ow," she proclaimed holding up the picture. "Yes, sweetie, cow. Purple cow. Is our cow purple?" she asked. Her daughter shook her head, "Ow-n." Juliette kissed the top of her child's head, "That's right, brown." Tears clouded her vision. Forget hot studs, she would not have her life any other way. "Well, folks, that is it for this week. Thank you all for coming and see you next Tuesday," said the officious woman who organized the weekly group. Her husband was pastor of the church in which they met, but that had not stopped her from sneaking a couple of eye fulls when she thought no one was looking, thought Juliette. Sometimes she thought it would be best if she took Sammie and left this place. Small town hypocrisy got under her skin. But she knew it was an impossible dream, unless she won the lottery. They were only able to make ends on Sammie's disability because Juliette's grandmother had given her the tiny ranch outright before her death. So they were stuck and Juliette learned how to smile nicely and pretend to be as vanilla as all the people around her. She lead Sammie to the beaten up old pick-up. The Internet was good for something other than porn, she reminded herself to stop and pick up oil and a new filter. They had to keep Ole' Betsy going another few thousand miles. She was buckling Sammie into her seat when she felt the light pull on her shirt. She turned to look down at Bobby, Simon's eight year old Autistic son. "Hello, Bobby," she said as he studied the light brown dirt that hung to everything in these parts. "Bobby was wondering if Sammie would care to join us for lunch at Mickey Dee's," smiled her fantasy man. She thought about the oil change and all the other chores that needed to be done just to keep even a small ranch going. She knew that she should graciously decline. What good would an hour in this man's company do other than remind her of all the things she could no longer have? On the other hand, it might also feed her active imagination. Her nightly ritual of porn of masturbation was getting a bit stale. Maybe she could come up with some excuse to brush up against the guy, to work her sex-starved body up to a frenzy and add excitement to her otherwise perfunctory substitute for real sex. She nodded, "Sure that sounds good." He smiled and those soft lines tugged at her gut, "Great, just follow us, then." He said as he took his son's hand and half drug the boy back to the new SUV. She frowned, out of her league on so many levels. Handsome and rich, too bad, she sighed as she got into the driver's side and started the engine. *** Almost two hours later they sat laughing and talking like old friends surrounded by paper wrappers and half empty cups. Juliette had learned that Simon was a 'fly boy,' a former Air Force pilot that had traded his jets for the red-eye run from Lubbock to Dallas. He was lucky to have his sister nearby and she would stay with Bobby at night while his father worked. She had also learned that the child was not autistic as she had first thought, but that he suffered from Fetal Alcohol Syndrome or FAS. Simon had been deployed so often during the first years of his marriage that it was not until his son was born that he learned of his ex-wife's secret drinking. When he came home one day to find the infant crying and his wife passed out, he had made the decision to retire, care for his son full-time. Of course, he had learned her story too. Abandoned by the ex, taken in by her grandmother and struggling to do the best she could by Sammie. She had though left out a few of the saucier details. No one in this small town knew of her past. He smiled and covered her hands with his, "You know this is the best first date I've had in a long time." She frowned, "Is this a date?" He chuckled, "Probably as close to one as we can get with those two. Although if my sis is up to double trouble, I'd really like to take you out to dinner and movie on Friday. I don't fly the weekend routes." She fidgeted in her seat. A date? A real date? it was not something that was on her radar. How could it be? She had long ago given up on any possibility of a life, beyond the occasional random screw when she could find the chance. She should be through the roof and she was, really she was. But some part of her was scared too. Frightened to even believe that more was possible. She sighed, torn between hope and despair. But she found herself nodding anyway, "I'd like that." *** Which is how on Friday night she found herself prancing in front of the full length mirror in Sammie's room. "Prutty, prutty Mommy," Sammie bounced at the end of her bed. Juliette shook her head as she looked in the mirror, she sure hoped that her daughter's assessment was accurate. The woman staring back at her certainly seemed attractive enough. Her light brown hair flowed about her face in soft curls, she had forgone the usual functional ponytail and dug deep into the cupboard for her blow dryer. She had pulled out her make-up case while she was in there. She probably should have bought new as old as this stuff was. She just hoped that her face did not swell up like a sponge in the middle of their meal from some dormant bacteria or degraded chemicals. But she had neither the money or the time to waste for such things, not for a single night. A single date. All right, her first date in close to two decades, but that did not matter. The point was to not get used to it. Not get her hopes up. She was a single mother with a special needs child, she had long ago accepted her lot in life. This night was just an aberration. She smoothed her trembling hands down the front of her dress. She hoped it was not too revealing. Well, it certainly was for the occasional trip to church that was mandatory when you lived in a small Texas town. It had been her little black dress in that other life. The one that looked professional and sexy at the same time. The hem was a good three inches above the knee, a major no-no for this place. The back was scooped out so low that you could see her dimples just above her butt, the butt that its soft silk caressed like a second skin. But by far the deeply plunging neck line that revealed the ample swell of her C-cup breasts was the reason that this dress had been relegated to the very back of the closet only to be looked at with longing when she was searching for something else. But not this night. This night she had pulled it from the depths of hell, allowed it to air on the clothes line and sprayed it lightly with some of that new freshener stuff to restore its former glory. Of course, it was not possible to wear any underwear with such a dress. Good thing too since she did not have anything sexy left. Plain white bra and bikini panties would never do with something like this. She blushed as she remembered with embarrassment asking the woman in Wally World where she might find a pair of stockings. Not pantyhose, but stockings. The black sheers hugged her still shapely legs and ended at the top of her thighs. They had been her one splurge for this fantasy date. Them and a bottle of depilatory. Somehow shaving just had not seemed good enough. She wanted her legs silky smooth even if they were covered in stockings. What had surprised her was when she found herself slathering the pink thick paste over her pussy. It had been so long since she had bothered with such things. What was the point? Why keep it nice and smooth if no one was going to be down there? Eating and fucking. She shivered at the thought. 'Enough, girl,' she reminded herself. 'It is just a date. A single date.' Her thoughts were cut off by the loud knock at the front door. They had agreed that Simon's sister would watch they children at her house since Bobby was far more adaptable to changes in his routine than Sammie. She rushed to the door, but her daughter was faster. She threw it open and hugged her friend, "Obby, obby," she cried with glee. The woman that stood next to the boy was far younger than she had assumed. The girl looked to be in high school, perhaps a freshman in college. She frowned, reconsidering if this was such a good idea. Could she really manage two children? "I'm Regina. Don't worry about the munchkins. I'm a teacher's aid and work with special needs children everyday," she said as if reading Juliette's mind. Simon put his hand on the young woman's shoulder, "I couldn't manage without Little Sis. I promise everything will be fine." His eyes travelled from her face slowly down her body, "Although not as fine as you look." She blushed and stammered out a 'thank you.' The next fifteen minutes or so were spent with Regina, the children trailing behind as she showed the young woman where to fin everything. She had made spaghetti which was Sammie's favorite and told her exactly how her daughter preferred it. The girl smiled up at her, "We'll be fine. I'll call Simon's cell if anything happens. But please would you two get out of here. This is my brother's first date in five years. I'm not holding out much hope of him getting laid tonight, but just so you know I don't mind staying over if you two should want to," she trailed off as Juliette blushed. The low chuckle from behind her and the large warm hand that came to rest at the small of her back only deepened her embarrassment. Simon bent and kissed the top of his sister's head, "We will take that under advisement. Especially as delicious as my date looks, baby sister. Now good night you two," he smiled at his son and her daughter but they were already engrossed in the super hero video that played on her old television set. As the front door clicked closed behind them, his hand moved from her lower back to her shoulder. He spun her slowly around, his hands gripping her upper arms. She shivered a bit. "Are you cold? Do you need a jacket?" he purred. His face was just inches from hers. She shook her head, "No, I'm fine," she stammered. "Hot, it's too hot," she breathed as he closed the small distance between them. "You are too hot," he purred against her parted lips as he swooped in to capture them with his. His tongue delved inside her mouth, dancing against hers. She moaned into his mouth when his hand came up to squeeze her breast through the soft silk. He pulled back slowly, his hand still covering her tit as he stared into her eyes. "How far do you go on the first date?" She gritted her teeth, "Feed me after you fuck me, but right now my pussy juices are practically dripping down my thighs." He laughed. It was deep and rich. "Damn, who would have thought I'd find a real woman in this hell hole?" His hand went back to the small of her back as he guided her to the SUV. He lifted her into the passenger seat. She started to pull her dress down when it rode up too high, but his hands brushed hers away. Instead he pulled it higher still until her freshly shaven pussy winked in the fading summer sun. "Leave it like that," he commanded. Juliette nodded, suddenly feeling more shy than she had in a very long time. What was she thinking? What was she doing? Having fun. Being a woman for once instead of simply Sammie's mother. She would not allow recriminations to spoil this one magical night for her. She would grab whatever it offered with glee and deal with tomorrow when it came. He climbed into the driver's seat. "God damned stick shift. I can't get you close enough to play with that sweet pussy properly, baby." He took her hand in his and kissed the palm softly. Then he laced their fingers together and slowly trailed their joined hands up from her knee to the edge of her dress. He looked at her as he moved them to cover her mound, "So you are going to have to do it for me. I want you to play with that pretty little kitty for me, but don't come. I want to give you the first orgasm of the night myself." His thick fingers speared her wet, swollen cunt. He moved them inside her for a moment. She felt the intense pleasure and need building, knew that with just a little more she would come right here, right now. But he drew his hand back slowly, leaving hers alone on the wanton opening. His eyes held her gaze as he brought his fingers to his lips, he stuck them deep into his mouth. She imagined doing the same thing to his cock, sucking it deep down her throat until she gagged. He slowly pulled them out with a smile, "Delicious. But you'll taste even sweeter after I deposit a couple of huge loads up there." She shivered, her nipples aching. "What the hell are you waiting for? Let's get out of here or I'm going to drag your ass to my barn and fuck you in the hay." He shook his head, "Hell, no, woman. I want us miles from our kids cause I intend to make you scream so loud that the whole damned town will hear." She blushed, "Maybe we better find a gag, I don't think this town is ready for me." He laughed again and once more her breasts tightened, growing heavy with need. "Us, baby. Not sure it is ready for us. Oh god, the things I want to do to you." He turned the key and the car roared to life just as her body was. "So tell me your limits while you play with yourself." "Limits? I don't have many. The really disgusting stuff. No kids. No incest. No crap, and I mean quite literally. No piss either. And of course, no dead people or animals," she said as her fingers danced across her swollen clit. She knew that first dates were not supposed to go like this, but then again she really did not care. After her long dry spell she would take her relief wherever she found it. "What about anal?" he asked as he took one hand off the steering wheel. She noticed he used it to adjust his cock that was bulging down one leg of his pants. He moaned a bit as if it hurt. "From the look of things in your pants, I'm not so sure. I have done it, but never with anything that big." He nodded, "It'll just take some time, get you good and worked up. Stretch that sweet ass out with a plug for a while as I eat your pussy. I think you'll be surprised at how good my cock will feel up your tight ass. Exhibitionism? What if I wanted to fuck you under the bleachers at the school? Or out in a field somewhere? What if I pulled over right now? Would you climb over here and ride my hard cock?" She shoved her fingers deep inside as she moaned, "Yes, oh god, yes." Instead his hand covered hers, pulling it from between her thighs. "I told you not to come. Only my fingers, my tongue. My cock. Are going to give you pleasure from now on." She shook her head, "I don't understand. What do you mean from now on?" He smiled as he pulled up in front of a two story wood frame house on the outskirts of town. He sucked her fingers inside of his mouth, licking her juices once more. "Come on. I want to show you something." He opened his door and walked around to hers. She shook her head. This was not how a date was supposed to go, not a first date. Of course, how could she blame Simon when she had been the one that told him he could feed her after he fucked her? But maybe she had been rash, Maybe she should just call the hole thing off. He opened her door, "Don't worry, sweetheart. Everything is going to be fine now. I promise." He held out his large hand and for the life of her, Juliette wanted to believe him. Wanted to think that for once everything would be all right. She numbly took his hand and followed him up to steps to the wide porch that wrapped about the house. Dozens of questions assailed her mind but her tongue was too thick to form a single word. He stood back and ushered her into his home. Looking around once more she was struck at how out of her league this man was. The place was perfectly decorated, immaculately cleaned. He closed the door. The soft click sounded like a resounding boom and she jumped. His hands took hers, cocooning them in warmth. She looked up into his handsome face, felt cherished and protected somehow. Although she was alone with a man she barely knew she could not remember the last time she had felt this safe. Perhaps never. "Follow me," he purred as he led her down the hall. She smiled when she noticed the toys strewn about what was obviously the family room. "Pardon the mess, but Bobby can never find anything if I put them away." Special Needs The reminder that this man shared the same burdens that weighed so heavily upon her shoulders reassured her. "I understand." He opened a door at the end of the hallway, flicked a soft light on the desk and brought his computer screen to life. She turned to it puzzled. Why would this man bring her here? Then she saw it. The woman was surrounded by a dozen men, she cupped her large breasts in her hands as she moaned. She pleaded with them to come. "Come on my tits," her voice echoed in the quiet. Juliette stumbled, her hand flew to her open mouth. "I don't understand. How did you get that? Only my ex-husband," she stammered. His arms wrapped about her waist steadied her, led her to the couch on the other side of the room. He shook his head, "I'm sorry. I thought you knew." "Knew what?" she pleaded through tears. "They are all over the Internet," he whispered. "Oh my god," she cried as she pulled back. What if someone saw them? What if people in the town found out as he had? Panic welled up like a tidal wave inside of her. It was not like that woman had been ashamed of the things that she and her ex had done. They were consenting adults. What they did hurt no one. But now? Sammie's future rested on her shoulders alone. What if someone decided that she was not a fit mother? What if Social Services became involved? A glass was pressed into her hands, lifted to her lips. "Drink this," a deep voice commanded. It burned as it went down. She choked and coughed. A hand beat gently at her back. Then she was enveloped in strong arms, pulled against a warm body. A hand pressed her head against his shoulder while another ran up and down her bare arm spreading warmth once more. She sat like that for several long moments. Her mind was nothing more than a bowl of sticky oatmeal. It refused to process what she had seen. She shook her head against his shoulder, "I don't understand any of this." He nodded, "I'm so sorry for my part in your pain. I've had those videos for a couple of years," she looked up to discover he was blushing. "They are some of my favorites. When I met you, I could not believe the resemblance. But I thought that was all it was at first. I got to admit though you have been driving me wild all these weeks." "Anyway when I saw you tonight, all dressed up I was almost certain, but it didn't make sense. How could a small town mom be my ultimate fantasy woman? When you reacted to me like you did I thought I had died and gone to heaven. But I had no idea you didn't know. I would have never shown you. I'm sorry," he stammered. She shook her head, "I don't know how those videos got out on the Internet. Only my ex-husband has," she stopped as the truth hit her. "That sorry son of a bitch. How could he do this? He knows how much Sammie needs me, if anyone finds out. Oh my god, what if I loose her?" He smiled sheepishly, "Well, for one thing, if someone did find them, how would they explain it? I mean they would be guilty by association just for watching." She giggled softly, "You maybe, but you know how small minded these people can be." "God, don't I. Why do you think I could not believe my luck that my ultimate slutty fantasy woman was also the responsible kick-ass mom? It just seemed too good to be true, which I guess it sort of was." "It's not your fault you just found them. And honestly, I'd rather it be you than anyone else in this damned town. But I still don't know what I'm going to do about it. I mean once something is out there on the Net, there's no taking it back. I just can't believe what an asshole my ex is," she studied her hands in her lap. "I have been thinking about leaving this place for some time. Maybe now is the time. I just don't know how. Would you mind taking me home? I really need to be alone. To think." He shook his head, "If those have been out there all this time, what does it matter? I mean even if someone besides me has found them, they would not necessarily make the connection. I mean I didn't for certain until," he blushed. "Until I started acting like the slut I really am?" she asked embarrassed and a bit angry. "There is nothing wrong with the honest way you were behaving. You wanted something and so did I. Why should we be held accountable to other people's morality?" She chuckled, "That's how I once felt." "And now?" he asked. "And now, I have too many responsibilities to indulge myself." He shook his head, "That isn't right. Why should you have to put your needs aside just to be a good mother? Why should we? You aren't the only one that has sacrificed to be a good parent. And I don't know about you, but I'm tired of the either or. I'd still like to explore the possibility of having it all." He took both her hands in his and brought them to his lips, "With you. My fantasy woman." She laughed, "Are you serious? I mean after seeing that, you still want to? I mean most men would," she paused trying to find the right words. "Well, most men just wouldn't." His deep laughter rolled over her once more, "Oh, I beg to disagree. Most men would want to very much." He looked into her eyes, "So what do you say? I mean I understand if you've changed your mind about tonight. If you want me to take you home. But I'm going to be honest, I'm not giving up. I'm going to pester you until you go out with me again. Damn, woman, there are a thousand fantasies I've had about you. About the things we'd do. The things I'd do to you." She looked up to where the video was still playing silently on the computer screen. The woman's eyes were glazed over with passion as a good looking young black man fucked her. White sticky fluids coated her face and hung from her hair, but she did not care. Her mind and body were in a different place. How so very long since she had felt that sense of release, that pleasure? Her brows furrowed together. She was sitting here with the hottest guy in town. And he knew. Knew her darkest secret. And not only did he not condemn her for it, it actually turned him on. Was she really going to let this opportunity get away? She knew one thing was for certain that woman would not. She would grab any chance for happiness. She reached up and laced her fingers through his soft curls, "I don't know, you have me curious. About these fantasies. So what are they?" He smiled down at her and leaned in for deep kiss that went on and on as his hands roamed her body, caressing it through the silky material. By the time his lips left hers, she was breathing fast and hard. "Let's start with this one," he said as his hands pressed under her bottom, lifting her and drawing her to edge of the couch. He smiled at her as he lifted her foot. He took off her high-heeled sandal and slowly brought her foot to his mouth. He sucked her little toe deep inside his mouth, licking and playing with it as his gaze held hers. "My favorite was the one where you give this guy a foot job. Think you'd give me one sometime?" he asked as he moved onto the next toe and repeated the licking and sucking. By the time he reached her big toe, Juliette was afraid she would come if he did not stop. His mouth turned up in a devilish grin as he began to kiss, lick and nibble up the inside her leg. As he reached her upper thigh, he once more lifted her full bottom, pushing her dress up to expose her bare slit once more. But rather than kiss and suck her clitoris that was already peaking out of the hood, he took the other foot, massaging the sole before once more sucking and licking each toe in turn. "Damn it, Simon, you better eat my pussy this time," she demanded as he began the slow trail up the inside of her other leg that grin making promises she hoped he would keep. And he did. When he reached the apex of her thighs this this time he dove face first into her wet depths, licking and sucking until she was moaning on the edge of a powerful orgasm. Her fingers wound tightly through his hair holding him against her swollen nub. "Make me come," she pleaded. "Your wish is my command," he said as he pushed two thick fingers inside of her. His mouth covered her clitoris as his fingers pressed deep against the magical spot. She came apart like she had not in a very, very long time. She soared as she felt liquid gush from her hole, flooding his face, wetting the couch beneath her. She was about to apologize when he stared up at her. "Damn, that was hot. But I'm just getting warmed up," he raised up and she noticed that he had undone his pants. The purple head of his thick cock peaked out of the top of his boxer briefs as he leaned over. He rubbed it against her still throbbing clit and she arched up into his arms. "Now I'm going to fuck you until you scream." His hand brushed his pants and shorts down as the full length of his cock sprang free. She sucked in a deep breath at the sight, her hands travelling between them to stroke it slowly. When she reached the tip, she squeezed tenderly until a drop of clear fluid appeared. She rubbed it slowly into the spongy softness. His moans filled her heart with power. Power she had not felt in years. Power that she craved...with this man. "Damn, baby, that feels amazing," he purred as he kissed the side of her neck. Her hands drew him forward, rubbed the head across her open wet slit, then arched up to draw him deep inside of her with a single thrust. She sucked in another deep breath. The stretching and fullness startled her for a moment. But her body soon remembered its role, arching up, rotating her hips to draw him deeper with each hard thrust. "Fuck," he spat as his fingers bit into her hips, lifting her up, angling her pelvis to open her for more of his cock. "Fuck, woman, your pussy feels even better than I ever thought it could. So hot and wet." He pushed deeper still and rubbed the head of his thick cock against the end of her channel. "Come, baby, come on my big cock," he commanded. Juliette clutched at his shoulders, sank her short nails deep into the muscles that strained with the effort to push even deeper. She felt her body crest that peak and she was falling. Free falling off of passions cliff. She cried out his name, "Simon," as stars and rockets exploded in front of her eyes. "Yeah, baby, just like that," he moaned as he gave small, shallow thrusts. His cock swelled even larger inside of her as she felt his come spurt inside of her. They clung together for several moments. Hearts pounding. Breaths hard fought for victories that were shared between tender kisses. She finally found the strength to break free with a slow smile, "Damn, that was hot." He laughed and his half hard cock thrust inside of her, hardening once more. "We are just getting started, sweetheart." *** Nine months later... And they had. Just gotten started that was. Over the weeks and months ahead, Simon had proven over and over again what an amazing man he was. Lover and dad too. The four of them had taken to spending most days together. And while they had to be careful to keep the noise down, more than the occasional night as well. They had solved that problem with a selection of ball and cock gags that Simon kept bringing back from Dallas, among other purchases. Juliette had re-discovered the open sexual woman that she had once been in the trustworthy arms of her lover. So when he had asked her to marry him in the blue bonnet field a couple of weeks ago, there had been little doubt about her answer. Of course the delighted squeals of their children only added to the moment. They were going to be a family...a real family. The door opened and he filled it. "You look beautiful." "You're not supposed to see me until I walk down the aisle," she argued. He crossed the room to stand in front of her. He lifted her left hand and kissed the engagement ring he had given her, their birthstones worked together in platinum with Bobby's and Sammie's. "Don't go getting all traditional on me now, sweetheart." She chuckled, "What you want one of those videos with the bride fucked before the wedding in her white dress?" His eyes opened wide, "Damn, I had not even thought of that. But maybe..." he trailed off slowly. He drew an envelop out of his suit pocket, "I came her to give you this. It's a wedding present of sorts." She frowned as she took and opened it. The amount of the check inside was shocking, but she did not recognize the name on the account. "I can't take your money. You know that," the only hiccup in their happiness had been when she had insisted on signing a pre-nuptial agreement to protect his assets. "It's not my money, baby. It's yours." She looked up at him confused, "Your portion of the proceeds from the sale of those videos," he explained. "But how?" she asked. He shook his head, "Let's just say that ex won't be faking any more signatures on release forms." She looked at the check in her hand and up into his handsome face. Could life get any better for the frustrated single mom who had thought she had to choose between her special needs and her daughter's? He leaned in for a kiss, "Now about that video of the soiled bride," he whispered as she smiled. The wedding might be a few minutes late getting started but the bride and groom would both were wide smiles. Of course, if the other moms from the homeschool group knew that her smile was because she could feel his hot seed slowly leaking down the inside of her thighs...and how her lace panties had gotten torn...well, some secrets were best kept quiet in small Texas towns. Secrets like this couples own...special needs. Special Needs Jean Hayes-- 40-year-old wife of business owner, Rodger. He's in his early 60s and has totally lost interest in sex for the past year and a half. Troy Martin-- 19-year-old son of Jason and Mica Troy. Jason is Rodger's business partner. Troy is a low to moderately functioning autistic. He has one younger brother, Carl, who's 18. **************************************** **************************************** "It's only for an afternoon and overnight," Rodger said. "That's one afternoon and night too much," I said into my phone. "Jean, you know I wouldn't ask if it wasn't absolutely necessary. Jason and I are stuck here in Philadelphia and won't be back to Connecticut until about noon tomorrow." "Can't Jason's mother take BOTH boys for a night?" "Jean, she's old and tired and needs this less than you do. One teenager is all she can handle." "Why did Mica's mother have to pick this week to get sick and go to the hospital a hundred miles away?" I didn't want an answer as much as I wanted a way out. "Good question. But that doesn't change the answer: you have to take care of Troy for less than twenty-four hours so Mica can be with her mother." "Rodger, I've only met your new partner's wife once. They've never even invited us over, even though they live just thirty miles away. And, I've never seen their kids. Won't this be kind of odd, I mean, him having to be with a complete stranger?" "Maybe you're right. Forget the whole thing," Rodger said. "Really!" I gasped with relief. "NO, not really. Listen. Jason and I are here trying to put this deal together and busting our asses day and night to get it done. The least you can do is pitch in a little bit. Mica will be there with Troy in less than an hour." "I'm dreading this," I said. I wanted Rodger to know this was a big deal he was asking. "Try to make the best of it. You always talked about wanting to have a child. We just weren't lucky enough, no matter how much we tried. This will be a good experience. Use some of those maternal instincts with Troy." I didn't know if I HAD any maternal instincts. Not having a baby was the biggest disappointment of my life. Nothing could ever change that now that Rodger was so old. Marrying a successful older man eighteen years ago seemed glamorous and exciting. Now .... "But Troy--" "Gotta go," Rodger snapped, "meeting's starting. See you tomorrow. Relax ... and have fun." "Rodger. Rodger!" But, he had already hung up. ******************************************** "Mica, come in!" I tried to sound welcoming, but don't think I succeeded. Mica didn't seem to care because she turned to her car parked in the driveway and yelled: "I told you to come in and meet Mrs. Hayes. Now move!" The figure in the car didn't move. But Mica did, and hauled a small suitcase across the hallway and plunked it in front of the stairs. "Everything he needs is in here, including some swimming trunks for that big beautiful pool Rodger is always telling Jason about. He likes the water. Just keep an eye on him. You know how boys are" I really didn't know how boys were. Not the slightest clue. I put my hand on Mica's arm, and said, "I'm sorry about your mother, but before you go, could you tell me just a little about Troy?" She took in a deep breath and let it all out. "Troy? Not many people ask about him. Makes them uncomfortable." "Well, if you'd rather not ..." I started. "No. I don't get the chance to tell anyone what a blessing I think Troy is. Lots of people may pity Jason and me, but I think having Troy has made us appreciate life more. made us better parents." She crossed her arms, then continued: "Troy can get along pretty well. He never has spoken, and he stares like he doesn't know what's going on, but I'd like to think there's a real person with a real personality going on in there. He's on his own program of doing thing and can function with eating and dressing and sleeping. Things he's done a million times before. Sometimes he'll get stuck in the middle of a routine, and you have to just start him on the right direction. He sees an action sometimes, and will not stop until he’s mimicked it. He loves hugs, too; there's no denying that. " "So he keeps to himself and pretty much is on automatic?" "Very much so, in fact, too much so," she said. "He follows basic directions very well, and he loves his phone and looks at its screen a lot. I think the bright light and colors of the home screen give him some sort of anchor, some stability." I nodded, a little relieved at what she had said. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad for the day Troy was here. "Troy's such a good boy. I wish there were some way to show him, some way to add something to his life that would make him happy, let him know just a few of the pleasures we all take for granted." "I just want you to know how much I admire you for the strength you have in dealing with Troy every single day," I said. "Thanks. Now, from dutiful mother, I have to drive a hundred miles and be a dutiful daughter." I followed her out the front door. She turned to the boy who had seated himself on one of our porch chairs and said, "You behave yourself for Mrs. Hayes. Your father will pick you up tomorrow." He didn't look up from his phone. "We'll be fine," I reassured her. I hope I sounded more confident than I felt. I walked with Mica to her car. She got in, started it, and before backing out of the driveway, said, "He's a good boy. Just be patient and firm with him." She waved to him, but he kept looking at his phone. I watched Mica's car disappear, and wished I was leaving too instead of having the responsibility that sat on my porch. I took a deep breath and knew it was time to introduce myself and get to know Troy. ******************************************* He looked so young and helpless sitting there. Sandy-colored hair and dark-blue eyes. He was wearing black running shorts and a gray t-shirt. He looked remarkably fit and toned, but I had heard that some like him don't know their own strength. He never bothered to look at me until I kneeled next to him and began to speak. I spoke loudly and slowly, enunciating each word so he could understand better. "Troy," I said. "Troy, my name is Mrs. Hayes. You are going to stay here in this house tonight." He quickly looked at me and wrinkled up his face like I had surprised him. "Troy ... Troy, we're going in the house now." His face became a complete blank and he didn't move. I pointed to the front door, but he stayed there. I finally gently took him by the wrists and guided him to his feet. He was a good six inches shorter than my 5'10" and probably twenty pounds lighter than my 140 pounds. What he did next, I never would have guessed. He slowly stepped close to me and hugged me. He rested his head against my chest and made little patting motions against my back with the flats of his hands. I let him stay like that for a few moments before I disentangled myself. I took this as a good sign. "Troy, let me show you around the house." I looked him square in those unknowing eyes, hoping something of what I was saying would take hold with a little meaning. "This is where you'll be staying until your father comes tomorrow." I walked him around, showing the rooms. When we came to the bathroom, he grabbed at his crotch and made little side-to-side motions. "Do you have to use the bathroom, Troy?" He kept making the motions. I asked several more times with no different response. Finally, I lifted the toilet seat and positioned him facing it. He just stood there, hand on crotch. His movements became more frantic though. Mica had said he gets stuck sometimes. This, naturally, had to be one of those times. The only way I could think to unstick him was to pull his shorts down. I gently took his hand away, and tugged at the tight elastic waistband of his shorts. They had a mesh inner, and he wasn't wearing underwear. I pulled them past his buttocks, and halfway down his thighs. I kept waiting for his routine programming to kick in. Instead, a randomly-aimed yellow stream shot toward the floor. Without thinking or hesitating, I reached around Troy, took hold of his penis and aimed it toward the center of the toilet. It continued in a forceful arc for another fifteen seconds. All that time, I had Troy's uncircumcised penis in the palm of my upturned hand, my thumb guiding it downward. When it stopped, I took some tissue and wiped him clean. Troy reached forward and flushed the toilet. "THAT, you remember how to do," I laughed, as I pulled his shorts up. This teenager hadn't been in the house for five minutes, and already I had touched his cock. Not the beginning I would have guessed. I continued the tour while we were in the bathroom. "This is the shower, Troy. You let me know if you want to use it, and I'll help you. Do you understand?" His eyes told me nothing. I dragged his suitcase into the spare bedroom, put it on the bed, and zipped it open. In it, all neatly packed were enough clothes for several days. Mica had prepared well. I considered putting everything into the bureau, but thought that would make it harder for Troy to find things. So, I left it open and put it against the wall aside of his bed. "This is your bed, Troy," I said and sat down on it. Troy responded by coming over and pushing on the mattress several times. Then, he sat beside me. He bounced lightly. I bounced too, and laughed. Troy let out his breath and lay back down, his feet still on the floor. He stared at the ceiling for a long time. I lay back, turned on my side, and propped myself up on an elbow. I looked at this beautiful boy and felt sad that he would never know a normal life, never grow up and have a girlfriend. Never get married. Never have kids of his own. "What are you thinking, Troy?" I asked into those unblinking blue eyes. They didn't answer. I got up, pulled him into a sitting position, and asked: "How about a swim? And then we'll have lunch." I went to his bag, pulled out his swimming trunks, and laid them on the bed. I took his hands and pointed them towards the ceiling, then lifted his t-shirt off him. I was surprised to see what a nice physique he had--muscled chest and shoulders and defined abs. Evenly tanned too. I wondered if he knew how to take his sneakers off, and thought it would be easier to just do it for him. Swimming trunks held in front of him, I said, "Put these on while I put on mine." I pointed in the direction of my bedroom next door. My door stayed open so I could listen in case Troy got into trouble. I shucked off all my clothes and pulled my orange bikini off the hanger in my closet. As I passed the full-length mirror sitting in the corner, I paused to assess my 40-year-old frame. Hardly any gray hairs amidst the brown. Strong tan lines flashed from so many afternoons by the pool. Running, yoga, and training at the gym three times a week kept me firm and strong and flexible. Even my 38C boobs hadn't shown more than a little relaxing downward with their weight and age. My thick, dark pubic bush was trimmed only to the edge of the bikini bottoms--I liked the natural look. "Not bad, old gir--" The rest of that breath came out in a scream. Behind me, in the mirror, stood Troy, clutching his phone. My first instinct was to duck for cover and get something over my nakedness. But, as I looked at Troy, a greater concern was for his immediate safety. His trunks were around his ankles and he was shuffling forward, on the verge of tripping and hurting himself. How would I explain that? Besides, it wasn't like I was naked in front of someone who would even register or remember it. So, instead, I rushed over to him and knelt down to pull up his trunks. As I started to pull them up, a slight and slow movement caught my eye. Troy's penis was just at eye level, and it twitched, and then creeping past the foreskin emerged the tip of his penis. I was shocked to inaction, and I froze there. More of it emerged, shedding the surrounding covering. The whole head of it was out now, shiny with a deep purple ring surrounding its mushroom shape. More and more until there was no longer a hint of the foreskin other than the attaching ridge on the underside. There before me, throbbing, and fully erect, was the biggest penis I had ever seen. Not only bigger than I had ever seen, but bigger than I had ever imagined. It wasn't just that it was long, but it was sooo thick. I looked up at Troy's face, but he was staring either straight ahead or at his phone, oblivious to what was happening down here. "It's so beautiful," I whispered out loud before realizing what I had done. I looked up again, but there was no reaction to my words. I knew I should continue with the simple task of pulling up those trunks, but the startling sight just inches from my face kept me kneeling there, motionless. Rodger hadn't been fully hard in more years than I could remember. And, his wasn't half as big as this boy's magnificent cock. Although I knew it was terribly wrong, I wanted to touch it. Just once to touch it and test its hardness against my grip. Something in my mind argued desperately against that. "But, it's not like I haven't already touched it before?" I counterargued, querying myself. My right hand went up, like it didn't even belong to me, and my fingertips lightly brushed along the top of the shaft. It was hot. My fingers traced all the way forward, following the contour of head's curvature and brushing over the dark hole at the end. Those fingers tried to encircle it, but their length proved laughably inadequate. I squeezed, and it felt like steel encased in velvet. My squeeze forced a clear drop of liquid to the tip. "Troy, you're so huge. I've got to know how big!" I got up, grabbed my robe and threw it on. "Stay right there," I said, and then looking again at that monster cock, added, "just like that!" I ran down the stairs to the kitchen and opened the leftmost drawer beneath the counter. "Ahh!" I said as I pulled my old cloth tape measure out that I used for sewing. Up the stairs as fast as I could, and there was Troy--right where I left him. But, with one major difference: his penis had retreated back into its protective covering. "Oh, no!" I said with disappointment and a tinge of anger. Then it occurred to me that this was a sign that I had let things get out of control. I waited for a minute in front of him, just in case Mr. Penis decided to make a return appearance, but it didn't happen. The thought crossed my mind to try and coax it back to life (I had loads of experience doing that with Rodger when he couldn't perform), but my better judgement took hold and I put the tape measure in my robe pocket, pulled his trunks back up, and guided Troy back to his bedroom. I sat him on the bed. "Troy, wait here for me while I put my bathing suit on. Then, we'll have a swim." A minute later I took Troy by the hand and we both, suitably dressed in swimming attire, used the cement steps at the shallow end of the pool to enter the water. I didn't know how much help Troy needed in the water, so I took it slow. I faced him and had his hands in mine as we walked to about chest deep. The water felt cool and refreshing compared to the blazing sun. I said, "Isn't this nice, Troy?" He responded by taking a step toward me and hugging me tight. I waited for him to let go, but when he didn't, reached behind me to disengage his arms. This forced my breasts hard against his face, which he had planted against my chest at the beginning of the hug. I got him loose and swam to the deep end. He stood there for a second and then did a sort of a squat and went under the water. To my relief, he came back up almost immediately. Then he did it again and stayed under longer. A third time, and longer still. This was starting to scare me, so I swam back and pulled him out of the pool. We had a table with a sun umbrella spouting from its center surrounded by four chairs. I anchored him in the one where I had persuaded him to leave his phone. "Stay here while I make some lunch." I ran to the kitchen and threw together some sandwiches while constantly watching Troy through the window. He ate without any coaxing, persuading, or major disasters. I considered that a victory. I thought we could work on our tans a while under this beautiful blue and cloudless sky. I quickly applied sunscreen. Troy watched. I was going to settle him onto one of the chaises before lying back myself, then thought that it wouldn't look good if I let this helpless kid get a miserable sunburn and be blistering when his father picked him up. I put a glop of sunscreen in the palm of my hand and started with his arms. Once those were covered, I did his muscular back, sliding my hand over the hard contours. Then his chest. It felt so different from Rodger's flabby body--so masculine and vital. Finally his legs. Calves. Thighs. Inner thighs. I thought about how this must look: a young boy getting his whole body rubbed by a practically-naked older woman. Then it struck me: "Naked!" I said way too loudly. I stood up and looked into Troy's eyes. "That's what it was, wasn't it? I was naked when you got your erection. Then, when I had my robe on, I had no effect!" Something about my deduction thrilled me. Not that my body could excite a male, but that it could excite THIS male. That somehow he had some basic response working that broke through the haze of his disability. Sunbathing was overâ€"before it even started. "Come on," I said and pulled him by the hand all the way to his bedroom. I roughly pulled his swimming trunks down and had him step out of them. He was naked and immobile, staring at me only if I crossed his line of sight. "Be right back," I told him. When I returned to his room, wearing my robe, he hadn't moved. I looked at his penis. It was hanging there shrouded by that foreskin. I stood directly in front of him, about three feet away."Hi, Troy!" I said with my friendliest voice. With that, I untied my sash, opened my robe, and shrugged it to the floor. I was completely naked. I watched his face. Nothing. But, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed movement. Just like before, Troy's penis slowly grew--and grew, and grew--until it was again at its raging and throbbing peak. "Oh ... my ... God!" I whispered. It seemed even bigger than before. And, now I knew I was definitely the cause. I knelt down in front of him, armed with the tape measure from my robe's pocket. "Troy, I'm just going to see how big this is." I looked up, but the only eye contact he was making was with his phone. He, unlike me who was quite hirsute, had sparse pubic hair. I lightly pressed the end of the tape at the base of his instrument and pulled it taught. "Nine and a quarter inches?" I couldn't believe it. I took the measurement again. Same result. I then circled the shaft with the soft and flexible tape. "I mean--REALLY!" I said to no one in particular. "Seven and a half inches? I don't have to be a geometry student to know that means your penis is over two inches thick. That's thicker than my wrist." Experiment over. I should have stood up now that my curiosity had been satisfied. But, that was the ONLY thing that had been satisfied. I knelt there for maybe thirty seconds, staring at the business end of the biggest penis I had ever seen. It didn't have that drop of precum like last time. Some perverse part of me wanted to see if he would lubricate for me. After years of Rodger's lack of desire and attention, I wanted to know if I could still excite a male, even if that male didn't even know it was me. I reached up with my right hand and lightly gripped the base of Troy's shaft. I pulled toward me, and then slowly back away. On the second pull forward, a stream of clear, viscous liquid issued as an elongating drop that kept stretching toward the floor. Special Needs I was hypnotized. So much so that I didn't react quickly enough when Troy took a step forward. The wet tip of his cock brushed over my lips. I turned my head. "Troy, no!" He thrust slowly, painting my cheek this time. "Troy, no!" I said again, looking up at him. But he eased forward pressing the oozing hole against my lips. There was an overpowering aroma of maleness that I almost had forgotten. I should have jumped away, jumped up, and ended this. Instead, I parted my lips and slid my tongue forward, coating it with Troy's juices. I pulled my tongue back into my mouth, tasting his animal vitality. I was drunk, drunk with the sensuality of the moment. I tugged twice more with my hand, opened my mouth, started to lean forward-- "JEAN?" my sister's voice called from downstairs. I had forgotten she was going to visit today. I jumped to my feet and called, "Be down in a second." To my relief, she said, "I'm going to get something to eat in the kitchen." That's when Troy decided to hug me ... yet again. But, this time we were both naked. How would I ever explain this: "You see, I wanted to verify that Troy's penis was big, so I took the measurement and then licked it too. Then, naked, we hugged!