0 comments/ 27341 views/ 1 favorites Welcome to America By: firemoon It has been one of those winter’s that linger on and on; a few days of temperatures above 40 degrees teasing man and nature only to bring back freezing temperatures for a week or more. But today the sun was really warm despite the patches of snow still spotting the view. Trees, flowers and all of Nature began to respond to the ageless renewal of life. A gentle breeze rolled crisply and had a promise of thaw and melt in the offing. After just taking off, not knowing exactly where I was going – just out into the Spring – I found myself sitting at one of the Nature Trail tables watching and listening to the river flow. I had my pad to draw and my tablet to write but just sat there absorbed in the clear clean river flowing past, the birds busily flitting back and forth, noisily announcing a time for awakening, the waving branches poking hundreds of green thumbs in my direction and vernal, multi-green colored shoots pushing through the ground to grip the sun. It was nearing noon and my clandestine sanctuary would soon be populated by more structured people “doing” lunch, getting their “exercise,” doing what people do at the noon-hour. I looked around and sighed. It was then that I noticed a couple looking around, apparently for a comfortable table to sit at and take in the extraordinary beauty unfolding. The woman, middle-aged, like I, had classic European features, softened by mid length, silky salt and pepper hair, smiled at me as she sat at a table, and I smiled back. She had pamphlets and tourist information in her hands. The man, middle-aged, dark, straight hair, military aplomb, poised like a Cossack officer, with map in hand, approached me deferentially. “Could you please tell me, do you know this area? Are you from here?” He held up the map of the Nature Trail and surrounding area. “I am familiar with some of the Trail. What exactly did you want to know,” I responded? “Can you tell me, is this Trail an easy,” he pointed to the trail leading to the reservoir and thought a moment, “… walk? We wish to see the reservoir but we have already seen how your country… changes. We wondered if we were suitably attired?” I looked at their stylish clothes and shoes. Their clothes would be okay to walk in but they had no rain-gear, no water, no warm clothing. Their shoes would be adequate for the paved trail but less than serviceable for the unpaved part of the trail. The Trail was not a strenuous hike in elevation, but fairly long and variable with patches of rock and dirt paths better suited for hiking boots than regular casual shoes. This was Colorado springtime, volatile and subject to change at a moments notice. Right now it was beautiful and warm but a blizzard could be over the next hill or a freezing rain move swiftly across the plains. Those not prepared for hypothermia and weather extremes could put themselves in danger quickly, even when on familiar terrain. Even a short distance can make a difference. But how to explain this to visitors? “Do you have warm clothes and hiking boots in your vehicle,” I asked? The man looked puzzled and shook his head “No.” The woman, who heard my response, looked at her tourist information then at me with concern and question. The man then introduced them, “Please permit me. I am Petrov Marshink and this is my wife Elise. We are from a small town in South-eastern Europe. This is the first time we are in your country. We do not understand your question, please,” he said. I looked at them and said, “Would you care to join me and I’ll try to explain?” I waved at the other chairs at the table. They looked at one another, communicated agreement and Elise got up moved to my table as Petrov held and guided her chair before he sat down. She was even lovelier close up than from a few tables away. Her skin was smooth and a healthy alabaster, her hands graceful and elegant and she moved with balance and suppleness, comfortable with the ground beneath her. She had a clean womanly smell. Her eyes were gentle, kind but full of laughter and what a seemed wisdom of a life well lived. Petrov was olive-skinned, Semitic, lithe, almost feral and calmly, furtively primed for anything. He had an exotic masculine smell that evoked erotic images and fiery passion in my belly. His eyes penetrating, alert, evaluating data effortlessly. “My name is Jana and although I’m not from here, I’ve lived here for over 25 years,” I smiled at them; they smiled back. “This climate is like no other and I have lived in and visited many different climates.” They waited for me to explain. “This climate changes dramatically and quickly,” I said, “It can go from a beautiful warm day, like it is now, to a blizzard to a cold, wet climate in a matter of minutes – not hours – minutes.” They seemed to mull that over. “Hypothermia and dehydration are the leading causes of trauma and danger to hikers,” I explained, “Even for a short walk, it is prudent to have raingear, hiking boots, water, trail mix, and most important warm clothes that can be layered.” They looked at each other, and apparently came to a decision. Elise reached over and patted my hand, “Thank you so much for the information,” she said in a low, rich voice, “Would you join us for a light meal and more conversation? We would gladly pay for the food and beverages.” Her hand was warm, soft-skinned but firm. She began stroking my hand gently, fingers rhythmically in time with the burbling water. Her smile parted her full luscious lips and a healthy blush of intense pomegranate heightened her cheeks. Her clothes were modest and shielded what could be the curve of a full bosom and round, shapely hips. She reminded me of a sweetened, vanilla-soaked, ripe pear, juicy and ready to sample. He observed my nipples begin to point, I flushed, salivated and my own lips parted with a quick intake of air. He smiled a sensuous, magnetic smile and reached for my other hand. His touch was light but electric. From the tip of my toes to the strands of hair on my head, my body was insisting that I celebrate life fully. Petrov called the waitress and ordered fruit, small portions of meat-salad, bread and beverage for all of us. The noontime crowd came and went. We talked, teased, laughed, touched, innocently played as we observed each other’s festive mood become arousal. We talked about our likes and dislikes, safety and recent testing, past diversions. I wanted to kiss both of them, intensely, passionately. I wanted my mouth to move on their bodies’ and my tongue taste their skin. I wanted them to touch me all over, with all parts of their body’s and feel my electricity charge. I drank in their beauty and they enveloped me with their presence. The meal finished and the check paid, Elise suggested we go to their hotel room to continue this celebration. Elise gave me the hotel information and phone number then moved close to hold my hand, brushed my face with her velvet smooth cheek and blew moist hot kisses on my neck as she breathed in my scent and I hers, her breast nudged mine, the heat of her hip warmed mine, and sent chills through my body. As Elise moved away, Petrov moved close, hard muscle rippling in contrast to Elise’s softness; his masculine smell ignited a primal fire deep within me. He put his strong arm around me as his hand firmly gripped the most sensitive part of my waist and drew me against him. I could feel his manhood on the inside of my thigh, his athletic chest inhaled as his lips fit into mine, our mouth’s tempered a desire to devour each other. My heart raced in enthusiasm. I was nearly breathless when he let go, my knees weak. He steadied me and grinned, licked his lips slowly, savoring my taste and said, “We’ll see you soon? Any problem finding the place?” “N… No,” I barely voiced, “I… I can find it. “Good,” Elise purred with a radiant smile, “We’ll see you there soon!” I was charged, pulsing with the intoxication of lust. Like the vernal promise of renewal, my body throbbed alive with anticipation. I knew exactly where their hotel was but wanted to stop at a convenience store to pick up a few things. I had hoped the intermission wouldn’t lower my eagerness too much, but as I drove and thought of the both of them, in various poses clad, semi-clad, deliciously skin-clad and the promise our last moments held; the time and distance was covered before I realized it. I found their room and knocked. Elise opened the door a little to peak out, smiled a magnificent welcoming smile and drew me in, kissing me as she closed the door. The kiss was so inviting and sensuously soft, I barely noticed she had changed into a silky, sheer camise. But as I went to put my arms around her, the sheer cloth glided delicately on her exquisitely voluptuous form, encouraging me to move my fingers up and down her back, feeling the tension of her muscles as she moved her arms and hands on me. “Hello again,” we both mumbled. I kissed her face and neck. “That feels very good,” she quietly spoke into my ear, “I like the way you touch me, Oh yes, touch me all over.” I moved my hands to her ample, round and firm buttocks, fingering her muscles as I moved over her hip bones and curve at her waste to her swelled, melon firm breasts with raisin-upped nipples. She moaned as I licked her nipples and sucked her nipples into my mouth while my tongue worked her hardened tips. “I would never have imagined how well you do this – You really like this,” she breathed? I massaged and sucked and moved my head enthusiastically in response. As her heat rose, her light fragrance became a heady, musky odor that spoke of lazy, hot summer nights, magnolia trees, and rich, fertile earth. Her hair rippled silver and white, with sparks of dark. Her eyes black lightning, simmering coals leading me to the fire within. As her hands snaked down my back and over my hips and gluts, my hands went down her front, lingered a few moments over her soft belly and down to swirl in her pubic hair. She squeezed my butt as I found her slit and searched for the wet to pull forward onto her button, she gasped, “You have found the spot easily.” It was then that Petrov made his presence known by cupping my breasts and gently pinching my pruned nipples, “You don’t mind if I join in the fun, do you?” He worked his way down my front, kissing and licking my neck, running his hands down my side and to the front again to the middle, stroking my pubic mound. With one hand holding Elise’s back firmly, my face moving from one taut nipple to the other, pulling pushing, nuzzling, and my other hand flicking her clit, Elise cried, “Oh yes, right there. Don’t stop now – don’t stop – keep doing that.” She began to breathe faster and utter guttural sounds, Petrov lifted my skirt, moved the elastic in my panties and found my slit, wet, ready. He moved his fingers to open my outer lips, my clit stood up and he massaged more intently, I felt his turgid shaft at my legs and began to breathe more rapidly myself. Elise and I kissed pushing our tongues around each others mouth and all of a sudden Elise pulls away, arches her back, gasps in and shivers. Petrov, with his free hand and me with both hands try to steady Elise. I feel more wetness at my fingers. Even though my body is buzzing, I hold Elise until she returns completely to the room. She smiles a beatific smile as her arms encompass both Petrov and me for a hug. “My, my. What a wonderful beginning.” Then she moves behind me and Petrov moves in front of me. I smell his masculine smell and the electricity in my belly throbs in time with the pulsing of my clit. Elise is unbuttoning my blouse, opening my bra and removing both smoothly, her pointed nipples brushing my back. Petrov is removing my panties. As I step out of them, his head moves to my crotch and his tongue finds my slit, and my erect clit. I gasp and can only manage an “Ohhhh!” He pulls back my outer lips with his hands to better massage my clit with his tongue and gently sucks. I can barely stand as Elise kneads my breast, pulls on my nipples and nibbles at my neck. As Petrov licks and sucks he moves the fingers of one hand into my opening, slowing working up into me. My knees begin to buckle. The tension in my body makes the electricity on my skin move wildly between all of us. I breathe faster. “I’m about to cum,” I manage. Petrov gets up, as he holds me firmly, I wrap one leg around him and he enters me, his steel hard rod pushing past my wet opening -filling me. I feel every inch of him moving up inside of me, my vagina clamps around him and twitches with every movement. He kisses me, our tongues swirl a dance of passion. “Don’t hold back, sweet-one,” Elise whispers in my ear. “You are so very beautiful, let go.” “Yes,” Petrov murmurs as he pumps, “Cum for me. Move with me. Let me feel your release… Let go. Give it to me.” I can only grunt and moan, my insides are rippling in delight, my body is alive and pulses as Petrov pushes in and out, in and out, pushes up – pushes deeply. I need for him to push harder, deeper. “Cum for me, love…,” his voice is urgent, “You are so beautiful when you look like that. I want to feel you cum. That’s it… move with me. Suck me in with your pussy…” He pulls my hips down on him and I feel his hot, hard penis deep inside me, Elise moves one hand to my erect clit and rubs quickly, “Come on, lovely, It’s okay to cum. Oh Yes! Do it! Let it go. Cum. It’s okay. That’s good – Yes that’s good.” I hear the both of them, feel the both of them, Petrov has found the place inside me that leads to other worlds, Elise has built the storm and released the current. My head moves back, my mouth opens, “Ahhhhh”, my ears are ringing, I arc my back. The world moves to an erupting volcano within me, I explode - sparks of pure energy pulsing in time/space – there is no more me – there is ALL – I am ALL – flowing. * * * Arms… I have arms… and legs. I am between two warm bodies. I move my head to look around me and see two grinning faces. Happiness bubbles up from inside me. I can’t help but giggle a little, Elise rubs my arms and there is something circulating there. Petrov squeezes my butt a little and I realize I have wrapped my legs around him and need to put my feet back on the ground. He is a strong man – he has apparently been holding me up! Petrov chuckles at my apparently returning awareness and helps me get on my feet. Elise moves a few inches away to rub my back and backside, kissing my back lightly. “Are you steady? Can you stand by yourself, now,” Petrov asked genuinely concerned, even if he did have a very pleased, self-satisfied grin on his face. I notice for the first time that Petrov is partly in (and partly out of) an open bathrobe and is pretty buff. His solid muscles undulate under firm skin. He could have easily been one of Michelangelo’s models except his manhood exceeded anything Mick had ever formed!! Nice … very nice!! When he moved, he moved like a cat – he padded rather than walked, with the stalking quality of a predator. Elise and I moved towards the table and chairs in the room. Petrov produced some glasses, got a cold bottle of spring water for me and a cold bottle of wine for them from the fridge and came to the table and poured. “I’d say welcome to America,” I teased, “but you beat me to the welcoming part!” I couldn’t hold back my own broad-faced smile. “But if you give me half a chance – I’ll make it up to you!!” “We’ll be looking forward to that with great anticipation,” Petrov coaxed. “Yes,” added Elise, “this promises to be quite a celebration!” They looked at me and each other and smiled. My heart was still beating fast and my face was still a little flushed. We finished our drinks and moved to the bed. I finished undressing and stretched – it felt good to be naked – almost holy. There was a bit of an awkward moment when we first got to the bed. “Why don’t you get in the bed and sit with your back on the head board, Petrov,” I said, “ and Elise, you sit up against him on his lap with your legs open in the middle, so I can reach both of you?” They moved into position and became comfortable. What a beautiful site. Elise, softball round breasts with crinkly pointed dark pink nipples, wide shapely hips and tummy, legs apart, a patch of fine short down-like hairs nestling pink folds and a darker pink ridge that converged to a small hard, sensitive bead that raised vertically to pull the ridges taut, mouthwatering mauve opening with contrasting pink depths, pale, smooth legs that went on forever. Petrov, dark skin, long, slender, muscled dark legs, testicles that drooped well in their sack, semi-hard, hand-length, two fingers round, mushroom headed shaft, promising the gift to come, surrounded by short curly hairs. Human flesh, with all its surprises, warts and all, is so very arousing, so very luscious and appealing. I started by running my hands down their legs, alternating between them. Petrov fondled Elise’s breasts while I caressed them both by touching lightly with fingertips and nails then flat handed. Down with the fingertips up with the flat hand. Licking in small, quick tastes, mock biting, both sides as I stroked. I made my way to the center – what a feast before me. I began fondling Petrov's balls and shaft and moved my tongue over Elise’s bead, curled my tongue around it briefly and dipped my tongue into the honeypot a couple of times and back to the hardening pebble and squiggled my tongue as I sucked gently. Elise moaned and shuddered as Petrov softly spoke a language I didn’t understand in her ear and she sharply inhaled, clenching the sheet. She spoke out in her native tongue, passionately. I could see Elise’s pink and mauve turn deep red; her nipples push up hard and erect. Petrov seeped a little pre-cum semen and I moved my hand to manipulate Elise’s clit and moved my mouth to take in Petrov’s growing staff. Ummm. Licking the length of it, around it, down to his balls, which I gently took individually into my mouth and manipulated with my tongue, back up the shaft and put the head and shaft in my mouth sucking and wiggling my tongue as far as I could. Petrov was breathing faster now. “Lift Elise up some so I can put you inside her,” I coached Petrov. With his amazing strength he gently held Elise up so I could move his fine manhood into her. He began to push up to go deeply and she straddled more upright to take him in. “Hold her back steady,” I said as I gently moved her torso back. With Petrov pushing up, I wrapped my tongue around Elise’s clit and sucked. I moved my other hand to Petrov’s anus and gently circled the hole. Both Elise and Petrov were breathing rapidly and moving rhythmically. I moved my face to the rhythm and my fingers in and out of Petrov’s hole. Elise screamed and tensed, I nibbled lightly with my teeth to ad emphasis to the sucking, Petrov arched his back, I moved my finger farther in and out. “I’m cumming,” Petrov grinded out. He tensed, Elise tensed again. They both seized and shook. I moved my face and moved my hands to their legs, rubbing quickly. I slowed my movement as they began to relax, wiped my hands and their legs with the convenient cloth on the nightstand. They rolled over, this time with Elise sandwiched in the middle. I stroked their heads and hair as their breathing returned to normal. I pulled up the covers and cheerfully said, “Welcome to America.” They both grinned contented and we snuggled as we napped, warm neath the covers. -30- Welcome to America After eighteen years, the Company that my husband and I started when we first got married had finally struck gold, the years of going without many things, may have finally ended. Our biggest setback was my car accident, which had left me with two useless legs from mid thigh down, and confined to a wheel chair for life. We had both just accepted that and got on with our lives. Our biggest customer, an American conglomerate wanted to buy up the whole business for three million pounds. We just had a meeting in a London hotel to sign all the papers the following week, so of course; I wanted to spend the week looking for a bigger house, new cars, and maybe a few clothes. It is a woman's duty to spend some money with a windfall such as this. However, David my husband wanted to wait until everything was signed sealed and delivered, before we splashed out. I did get a new smart business suit for myself, some decadent underwear to go with it and a hairdo for the meeting that was also a combined dinner in a private suite in the Hotel. The company had also reserved us a suite for the night. We arrived at the hotel from home, checked in and went direct to our suite to prepare for our meeting. I showered first in the fantastic shower. David went in while I got dressed. I was still in my fancy underwear and stocking when he came out. "Oh wow, you want to fuck!" He said smiling and holding his cock. "Down boy, after the meeting I will need it badly then, it's been a while." I replied. And indeed it had been, probably more than a few months, he had been working so many hours and was so tired all the time. Plus the effect of having to handle the wheelchair and lift me everywhere, probably was not conducive to thoughts of fucking. There had been a few dalliances on my part in this period with a couple of workmen at different times but just one-offs to tame the beast of lust inside me. The best had been the washing machine man. I was tidying up some boxes in the garage and putting most of them in a pile, ready for someone to take up to the attic above the garage, when he just strolled into the garage. I never saw or heard him come in until he said. "I suppose you want me to put them up there." Pointing to the attic hatch. "It is a shame you cannot do it yourself though, with that short shirt on I could see what colour panties you were wearing." "You cheeky bastard, anyway I am not wearing any." I said laughing. "OK I will check that later, let us get your washing machine sorted first, then the boxes, and then your underwear." It was so refreshing to be treated by a man as a sexually attractive women and not a crippled one, the word 'No' was not going to be used today. An hour later, the washing machine was back working, the boxes were moved and I was sitting at the table in the dining room and he came in and gave me the bill. While I was writing the cheque for him, he stood over me peering down the gap in my blouse. "You won't see much, my bra is holding them in." I said laughing, but getting excited. "I was just checking for large nipples, I like them." He said with a huge grin on his face. "My nipples are not very big, but they are very sensitive." I said. "Are they sensitive to the touch or the lick?" Before I could answer he walked behind my chair and his big hand came around my neck and down into my blouse, popping three of my blouse button as his hand pushed my bra down and his palms enveloped each breast, my nipples enjoying the pressure on them, and a bead of sweat ran down between them. After a few minutes of groping he wanted to suck my nipples, he stood me up with the help of my crutches and removed my blouse and bra. He sat back on the chair, I sat on his knee and as he sucked and licked my nipples, my hand was running up and down his cock still snuggled in his trousers by aching to get out. He grabbed my hand, stopped my action and made me stand up. Leaning back on the table edge. "Lift your skirt; let's see if you lied to me." He said "No lies." I said as I leaned back on the table and raised my skirt to show him I had nothing on underneath. "Oh wow! That's a beautiful pussy and that clit is coming out to meet my tongue, that's one biggie." He said. He pushed me back so I was sitting on the edge of the table, my elbow supporting me, with my useless legs dangling from the edge and my knees wide apart. I ran a finger through my slit; I was so ready for anything. He leaned forward still sitting in the chain and his tongued circled my labia lips in what seemed to be slow motion my clit becoming more engorged and demanding attention. My hand grabbed his head and pulled him onto me, my whole body went into spasm as he twirled and circled my clit and then sucked it until I had an orgasm. "Now fill me up." I demanded. I lay back on the table as I heard his jeans drop to the floor, within seconds he was slapping my pussy with his cock, and then used his fingers to open my lips, as he slowly came into me using just small strokes to start and gradually increasing the pace, as he got deeper inside me. He held on to my hips as he pummeled into me, his teeth and tongue working on my nipples at the same time as he see sawed in and out. The orgasms came one after the other, my body continued to shake as the surging feeling came over me as the pulsing of his cock inside me sped up as he got near to filling me as asked. His breathing got raspy as he finally came deep inside me, and he held me there for quite a few minutes as we both came down. He used to 'pop in' every few months or so after that first time to 'service me' as he called it after about a year it tailed off and I never saw him again. ************ The meeting went well with various members of their senior management from the company and a plethora of lawyers, pretty much everything was signed before dinner although the CEO said he had another offer we could discuss over dinner. I was intrigued. After the first course the CEO passed a folder to me, enclose were details of a property in the US that was for sale it was a ranch style house in twenty-five acres. I read all the details and told him it looked wonderful. "If you take the offer, it's yours, of course that house will be your guest house, and we will build something better on the grounds." He said smiling. "You had better tell us the offer before Jane explodes." David said. One of the lawyers stood up and went through all the details, the company would get us L-1A visas for the US and eventually get us green cards. They were going to build a factory eight miles from the home they had showed us. David would manage the new factory and be CEO of this new division. He went on to give details of salary and benefits and that they would add half a million dollars for the new house. The land and property would stay in the company name for five years. Then to be gifted to us for tax purposes, and finally we had to be there within three months. Our decision would be needed by the following day. After we finished dinner, we left their suite to discuss the development what may be a major change in our life if we went for it. We both lay flat out on the bed, our minds in turmoil. We were going to semi-retire; but now probably we would be working even harder. I got up from the wheelchair and swung onto the bed, and removed all my clothes. "I need stress relief before I can think." I said as I pulled David's trousers down, pulled out his cock, and stroked it to hardness. I pulled myself across, and sat astride him slowly lowering myself onto his hardness, I reached down and rubbed his cock up and down my slit until I was wet enough for him to slide right on home. Not much was said as his cock slid up and down my pussy walls sending pleasure signals all through me, as he approached his orgasm I squeezed his cock with my pussy muscles, which always made him cum. This time was no different and a month's worth of build up came forcing out of him. I lay back, as did he, we were both sexually sated. "Now I'm ready to think!" I said laughing. I knew immediately that David loved the whole idea especially the fact he would keep control of his baby. Moreover, after he saw me looking through the property details again he knew I was sold on the idea. ************ It actually took four months until we arrived. Two months later we were fully installed in the existing house, the plans and the contractor had been all arranged. By the ninth month the new house was coming along very well The contractor came to see me most days with any updates and to check for changes but once the main framework and roof was on he passed the daily calls to his young son who dealt with the internal work. David was back in his usual nonstop work mode and there had been only two fucks and a grope in the past nine months, which is just not enough for anybody. Nothing had reared its head until the young man came to measure up for the stained glass dome we were going to have above the vestibule. He was from a neighboring state and arrived late on a Saturday, nobody else was working on the site and David was off somewhere working. I showed him what and where to work until he asked to use the toilet. At this point, there were no walls or door "Use the bushes out back its safer, let me show you." I said smiling and led him out to the side of the house. He stood there not really knowing what to do with me being right next to him. "Let me help you." I said as I unzipped him and pulled his cock out. "Will you be able to go with it being so hard?" I said smiling He looked directly at me with a very puzzled look on his face. His erection went down slightly and he let go of his stream. I gave it a little shake as he finished, and then slowly started to wank him, he obviously was enjoying it and relaxed, and let me get on with it until he turned to me and said. "Is this some English tradition or something? I have never had this happen before." He said with a huge smile on his face. "I just felt a need to play with a cock." I said as I sped up my action. He was starting to shake a bit as he neared his orgasm and put his arm on my shoulder as I sat in the wheel chair to support himself, just as he peaked, three spurt of cum shot out of the end and stuck to the bush we was standing by. I leant down and cleaned him up with my tongue and quietly put his cock back in his jeans and zipped him up. "Perhaps on your next visit we can play more." I said. I waved him off and made a note that he would return in about 90 days. The building was continuing to grow, but with all the builders, it seems they would just disappear for days at a time, and then resume work, it is a worldwide phenomenon. The builder's son Tom came in most days about four o clock in the afternoon to give me updates or changes. He was a nice lad around twenty years old but he had a problem with my English accent and I had to repeat myself all the time. He enjoyed the banter and a had fascination for my cleavage which he would spend a lot of time staring at while we talked, of course I did wear outfits that I knew would attract him. Moreover, he paid no heed to my disability at all which really endeared me to him. About a week later I had a visit from the county building inspector who I was surprised to find it was a woman about my age and not a nasty old man as I was used to in England. In fact, from our first meeting Jill and I got on very well, all very businesslike she went over codes and permits, which Tom came in to explain to me all of which was simply solved. Tom went back to work, while Jill and I had a chat over coffee. Jill told me she was married and had a few friends for extras, when I said something similar we knew we were in harmony. She told me she was getting her first tattoo that coming weekend. I told her I had no tattoos but had my left nipple pierce a few years back. She liked that idea and we arranged another visit to show our bits to each other. The following Tuesday Jill arrived late in the afternoon full of excitement and had her skirt around her waist before she was through the door to show me the butterfly on her hip. It was still a bit red and sore as it was still fresh but it was very good and she loved it. We chatted over coffee and she asked the inevitable question always asked of disabled people. "Can you still do it?" "Well I can fuck men, suck cocks, and lick pussy, and my clit always feels in need. But I still cannot play the piano." I said to Jill, who was now laughing uncontrollably. "You are so funny." She blurted out. "I think we should have been sisters, we are both into exactly the same things." Jill got deep into telling me all about the local men, my main contractor, Tom's dad, who was now about sixty, had fucked her first at a wedding some twenty years earlier. Five years later, she had been dating the eldest son Ronnie, and dad was still wanting it, and getting it as well as the son. A year or two later she met their cousin Frank and had been married ever since. Tom was the youngest son at twenty and there was another one Tony, aged twenty-three who worked mostly in the next town over. The best I kept for last, Tony's girlfriend is the sweetest little thing you will ever meet and she had an amazing talent that you will get to know more when you meet her." "You bastard, I need to know." I said as I burst out laughing." Let's see your nipple ring then, you're getting me hot."Jill asked. I removed my shirt and sat topless in front of Jill. "Do you like it; you can touch if you want to." "A very good use of gold and it keep that nipple erect and ready for licking." Jill said as she bent down to give both my nipples her tongues full attention, until we heard a car arrive in the drive. I looked at the clock it was just past eight o clock; we had been talking for hours and David had arrived home. We quickly rearranged ourselves. I introduced Jill to David, explaining she was the county building inspector and we had to be nice to her. Jill then told David that her husband was having an interview with him that week for a position at the new factory. "What is his worst trait?" He asked her. "He is a workaholic, He never comes home." She quickly replied. David was obviously interested in the guy, Jill left mouthing quietly she would see me in a few days. It was the following Friday about three o clock in the afternoon while I was sitting on the patio I noticed that all the builders had gone for the weekend. I was pleased to see Jill drive up in her big truck together with a very pretty young girl. She was introduced as Sam, who wanted to meet a real English lady. As they stepped out I told them is was afternoon teatime British style and I poured tea and gave them biscuits which they called cookies followed by some work talk until my curiosity got the better of me. "Jill tells me you have a talent Sam, what is that?" She looked at Jill for permission to speak, Jill nodded. "It's just a sexual preference I have!" she said with a huge smile on her face. "Tell me everything you do?" I asked her. "I have been dating Tony for nearly two years now, we fuck literally every other day or when we see each other and I love it. When I do not see him, I use a vibrator at least once a day. I will not suck his cock though. Although I am not gay, I am a little Bi, and I love to lick pussy, which Jill allows me to do to her every week, she is so kind. It gives me so much pleasure when her body shakes so as she orgasms. "Yes, I agree, Jill is so kind. So what else do you like Sam?" I just had to ask. "I do like having my nipples sucked." She said. I agreed and said the same, and told her about my nipple ring and that I would show her later when we moved inside. Jill asked her if any of the older men in the family had tried it on with her. She told us that the old man had his hand in her panties the first week she was dating Tony. Ronnie the older brother has done the same a few weeks later but they never got any further. She had fucked Tom when Tony was working away for a month, but said he lasted too long and made her sore. Jill and I looked at each other, wondering. Sam noticed and told us Tom was one of those guys who did not seem to go soft after coming the first time, but wanted to keep going Jill and I nodded knowingly and taking all this in for future reference. "Ok, I said it's clouding over, would my newest American friend like to wheel me indoors." S am jumped up and pushed my wheelchair into the house saying the usual thing, 'I love your accent.' The wheel chair was fully powered but I found people like to help. We got inside and I used my crutches to ease myself onto the sofa. Sam went on to ask about my disability and how did it affect my sex life. I explained it all to her, as she sat on the floor in front of me. "Do you want to see my nipple ring Sam?" I asked her as I loosened my shirt and pulled it aside. "I want one of those, what about you Jill?" Jill nodded. "Do you think one would look good on me, I am not that big?" Sam said as she pulled her top off and bra off for me to inspect for suitability. "Show us yours Jill." Jill did the same. We all sat there laughing and joking and comparing notes, I had a feel of them both first, starting with Sam and going onto Jill. I had them both lean over me so I could suck their nipples to erection and then declaring them both suitable for a nipple ring and that I would pay to have them fitted the following week. "What a great friend you are. We are both going to give you a treat right now." Said Jill, with Sam nodding her head enthusiastically at my feet. They pulled my bottom forward on the sofa and opened my legs, Sam was delighted to see my pantyless state and her tongue got straight to work, engorging my labia lips with her tongue and her fingers. She certainly did enjoy her work and within minutes, the first orgasm soared through me. Jill was sucking my nipples and I was trying to diddle her pussy at the same time. By now, Sam had her tongue circling my clit in a fashion I could take everyday and within another minute I came with maximum effect, nearly crushing Sam's head with my thighs, and screaming out with pleasure quite loudly. Sam's face was covered in my juices, something she seemed to enjoy. Her tongue stayed in position gently lapping on my folds as I came back down to earth. "That was so wonderful." I managed to squeak out. "I want to do things to both of you." "And you will." Said Jill. "Today was for you." They both smiled at me. The following week we did all go out for the day, had lunch, and then got Sam and Jill fitted with a nipple rings, they were both very pleased, as were their partners. They did however, decide not to say where there got the idea from. I did discuss with Jill about the possibility of getting Tom as a cock to use for our pleasures, we both agreed we needed a willing cock to provide service once a week at least. She was a bit nervous when it came to him as he was very young, and there was that vague family connection but was happy for me to do the investigating. It was a few days later when Tom came over about four o clock in the afternoon to go over a few kitchen details that I had wanted changed. He spread the plans out on the table and while we went over each point, I noticed his eyes down my cleavage as usual. You are going to get a permanent hard-on if you keep staring at them like that." I said laughing. "Take more than that." He replied boasting and laughing. "I bet you are hard already." I said. I wheeled my chair over to him and rubbed his cock through his trousers and sure enough, he was quite hard. He made a comment about willing it to stay down but it did not work and we both laughed. The ice had been broken. Welcome to America "So if I show you mine, what do I get out of the deal?" I asked. "Absolutely anything you want." He said. "I would love to be your friend." "So you would lick my tits and pussy if I wanted?" "It would be my pleasure." He said. "What about if I told you to carry me over to the sofa, bend me over the arm and fuck me." I was saying this and laughing as I talked, he was still not too sure about the possibilities yet. "So you like older women do you, would you fuck Jill, if you had the chance?" "Of course, I am young, all women are beautiful to me." He said more seriously. Who else have you fucked that I might know then, tell me all." I said with a glint in my eye, this was his big test question. "I am the kiss and never tell type. Sorry!" He said convincingly. "Now you have got me all behind with your exciting talk I said, we shall have to resume with the plans tomorrow. Come over at lunch time I will make you a sandwich." Tom look deflated as I shut his exciting chat up, and ushered him out of the house, but he had passed the test. I think he will be a good choice, but only tomorrow will tell. A quick phone call to Jill to let her know how the plan was commencing and to let her know tomorrow I hoped to get lucky, we were like two schoolgirls giggling on the telephone. The best news Tom bought, was that we would be moving into the new house in 90 days guaranteed. I laughed, because we all knew builder's guarantees. We laid out the kitchen plan and went over the change details after which I gave him some coffee and lunch and we sat to chat a bit. He wanted to get back to the sex talk of yesterday, but I kept away from that until he had finished eating, once he was done. I started. "So you still want to have sex with me and will go along with my rules?" I was getting horny just saying that. "What are the rules?" He asked looking a bit shocked. "Simple, it is when I want it, not you. It is what I want, sometimes it may be a fuck, a blowjob or I may just want to play with you, and sometimes I may want you to fuck my friend, and it will probably be a few times a week, can you handle all that. "Hell yes!" He gasped out with the biggest grin on his face, still not quite sure of his luck. "And another thing, I like a five minute fuck, no long drawn out ones, my legs cannot take it." I said. I wheeled myself over to the sofa, collected all the cushions, and put them in one corner. I then went to the end and pulled myself over the arm of the sofa leaving me very comfortable face down in the cushions with all my weight there and none on my legs, my ass was sticking up in the air ready for Tom. He wasted no time slowly lifting my skirt, I knew he was savoring every moment. I heard his slight gasp as he found no panties to remove, but he stroked my bottom with a sigh of appreciation. He moved my legs apart using the cushions to make sure I was comfortable. He obviously kneeled down, as the next thing I felt was a tongue on my thigh and without hesitation moved on to my labia lip and my first orgasm hit as he flicked his tongue on my clit. "Don't stop." I gasped. He continued licking and as he felt my orgasm subside, he stood up, I heard his zipper come down and immediately his hardness was pushing into my soaking pussy, He held onto my hips and with hardly a thrust was fully inside me. "Oh my God." I gasped again. I had never felt anything quite like it. Inside my pussy, the slick walls were contracting sending pulses of pleasure through my whole being. I could not stop my pussy from squeezing Tom's cock as it seared it way in and out of me. The orgasms just came in waves as I felt Tom getting ready to fill me with his cum. I was just getting to the point of exhaustion when he came in me just as the final wave hit me. Tom pumped into me a few more times before stepping back and coming out of me. I lay there sated for a few minutes. "Can I help you back up?" Said Tom as he gave me his arm. He helped me back into my chair with a smug look on his face. "Back to work for you, and remember it's just sex. Bring the garage plans over around five, David wants to see them." I said as he left. Ten minutes later the phone rang, of course it was Jill wanting to get the details on what happened. I told her I was impressed and he will do me a few times a week or more. I told her she had to try it herself and I would arrange it for three days time if she were interested. She was! I went to the bathroom to get cleaned up and decided to take a quick nap before Tom came back later. I lay down on my bed with my bathrobe around me and was asleep in seconds. "Jane! Are you dead." I heard coming from a laughing voice at the bottom of the bed. It took me a second to recognize it was Tom's voice and I realized I had slept all afternoon and he was back. "I need to test you again." I said as I opened my bathrobe and put my hand down to my pussy, and stated rubbing my clit. "Just get your cock in here." Tom did not need telling twice and within seconds I was pulled down the bed, one of my legs was on his shoulder and he filled me, for the second time that day. Damn! This boy was so good for me I thought as he slid in and out of me with a smoothness that had my head reeling as the orgasms flowed over me. My pussy gripped him inside me as he came, filing me up again. I felt empty as he pulled out of me but I was warm comfortable and sated, I curled up and went back to sleep. David walked into the bedroom and woke me up. It was eight o clock in the evening. He was a little worried but I just explained it had been a long day and had taken a long nap. He jumped in the shower and came out naked fifteen minutes later. I was still feeling rampant as he lay on the bed. I leaned over him and gave him a blowjob to relax him. It really worked, I drained him of cum, came up to speak to him to find him sleep. He did sleep well that night. The following morning he had left the house before I awoke, but he did leave me a little love note, bless him. I had just got out of the shower, and down to the kitchen when Jill rushed in, all excited about something. "He got the job." She screamed "He is now your husband's Plant manager earning a lot more than before, and I mean a whole lot more." She was close to tears with excitement. "Great news! I did hear after his midday interview, he was still in the plant at eight o clock in the evening, my husband spotted another workaholic." I said smiling. "I have already quit my job and just have to work this week. Then I will be free to help you shop for furniture, if you want my help." Jill said. "Brilliant! We can order a lot from the catalogs, I also have a professional decorator coming into help. There will be lots for us to get and we have not got a lot of time." We arranged to have a three-day shopping trip the following week. The next few days sped by with the entire house plans to be sorted out, and not even a chance to see Tom and with a burning desire to see Sam again. It was time to go on our three-day shopping trip and we did shop, by the truckloads. Jill was amazing with all the organizing, so I left it to her. We did bring Sam along for one afternoon, but spent all afternoon in a hotel room playing with each other. After all the shopping I had a lazy couple of days to relax, but was really peeved to find the glazier guy had installed the stained glass dome while we had been shopping, I had been quite looking forward to seeing him again up close and personal. I gave him a call and he promised to come back in about six months to inspect the installation, I know I can fit him in. Things slowed down a little the following week and Tom joined me for breakfast on the Monday morning the work was getting completed at a fast rate and moving in day was approaching fast and would probably be earlier than expected. Jill rushed in looking totally frazzled. "I have four trucks arriving in an hour. I have to get things ready." She moaned as she grabbed a coffee. "When did you last get fucked Jill." I asked. "Three or four months ago." She smiled looking at me, knowing what was on my mind. "Can you help her out here Tom?" I asked. "My pleasure Boss." He replied with a big grin on his face as he took Jill's hand and led her to the sofa. H e prepared the sofa exactly as he had done for me and laid Jill down over the arm, he raised her skirt and pulled her panties down and off with one quick movement. He then got on the floor and introduces his tongue to her labia lips. All I could hear from Jill was gasping noises and then a huge sigh as he got to her clit and twirled it in this mouth for an few minutes, he then put his finger in the honey pot to test for readiness. She was very ready. Tom stood up and dropping his jeans and wasted no time in prodding Jill's pussy with his hardness, Jill's breathing was gaining speed by the time Tom has sunk deep into her slick love tube. I sat back in my chair watching her grip with cushion so tightly as little tremors went through her body as she approached an orgasm. "Fuck me harder you bastard, harder and faster." She shouted at Tom. Tom immediately changed gear and started to slam into her, which brought on her first orgasm and her body and leg were shaking. Tom slowed down for a second to let her come down slightly, then started an unrestrained pace until I heard him sigh, and knew he was near to unloading deep into her. Jill orgasmed again, just as Tom slowed to a stop, her whole body was shaking like a rag doll. "Leave it inside for a moment." she called out. "That's was great, thank you Tom, I really needed that, you are hired." She said laughing. They separated and quickly tided themselves up. I took my hand from under my skirt as well, where I had been rubbing myself in time with them. "I better get off to see my truck unloaded; now I feel renewed." Jill said laughing. Tom stayed for another coffee before heading off to work himself. I had some calls to make and I got to work on them, during the morning, I started to feel tired, and a sore throat started, by three o clock that afternoon I was in bed feeling bad. I woke up and could hear voices talking in the room; I thought I heard Jill so I called out. "Jill get me something to eat, I am starving." I called out, still not really wide awake though. Suddenly David and Jill were lying on the bed hugging me as I woke up. It was then I noticed we were in a hospital room. David and Jill were non-stop talking at me explaining what had happened. "Stop! I want food I said, I want chocolate." They all laughed. Jill saved the day with two chocolate bars from her purse to kill my pangs and they did just that. They continued to tell me I had contracted some type of Legionnaire disease and had been in and out of reality for nearly three weeks. I asked about the house. David said Jill and everybody had been working extra hard on it and it would be ready for me in about a week. I continued to regain my strength and a week later, I left the hospital ready to go the house open day we had planned. It was a wonder day as David drove up to the front door of our new house with lots of people to welcome me home. There was the Directors of the company, most of the builders and sub contractors were there, and David had arranged a marquee outside and a catering company to feed everybody. The main contractor and the main subs pushed me around the whole house showing me every exciting detail. It was fabulous far better than I ever thought possible. I made a little speech in the marquee and thanked everybody. David then took me into the sunroom at the rear, Jill was there with her husband and Tom was in a lounger cracking jokes at my expense, which I loved. I needed a twelve hour chat with Jill but that would have to come later, Jill made a little speech about how happy she was to see me well and burst into tears, with happiness. Tom showed me the lounger he was laying on, he said he had built it especially for me, it was beautifully made in a quality wood with leather cushions. I lifted the cushion and there seemed to be levers and arms fitted in. I looked at Tom with a quizzical look not wanting to ask. He mouthed back. "It's a fuck lounger." I looked at him and gave a nod of understanding, with the biggest smirk on my face. "Now I have an announcement for Jane. Since the day you went to the hospital babe, Jill has taken over every bit of the house being made ready, together with Tom's help I might add. The company officially owns the house for five years so Jill became the official house manager ever since you became ill, and is now a company employer as is Tom who is responsible for all repairs and maintenance for five years. Jill has also employed another women for domestic help and cleaning services." "I looked at Jill and mouthed. "Who?" She smiled back and mouthed. "Sam." My dream team was complete. D avid continued saying to me. "You're the boss here Jane, you crack the whip at the help and make sure they give you satisfaction." Everybody smiled. "One last thing before we re-join the main party." Said Jill, as she passes a white envelope to both David and I. I checked the label 'U.S. Citizenship and Immigration Services.' We opened the letter to find our green cards had just arrived. We waved them about, to a loud call of WELCOME TO AMERICA Welcome to America My name is Aviva. I was raised by two strict Jewish parents in Israel for the first 17 years of my life. We moved to America after our town was destroyed by bombing. It was a long, terrifying and dangerous trip, but we made it with the help of some refugee camps and a wonderful American family. When we arrived, I spoke very little English. A family of Indian descent, who live in America, hosted me and my parents for the first few months until my dad found a job and could pay for an apartment for us. I turned 18 the week we were in transit to the United States of America, but was not able to celebrate due to the situation we were in. The host family also had a daughter. Her name was Bhanu, which I she told me means "sun". The house we were staying in was small and only had three bedrooms. My parents shared the second bedroom, so I had to share the bedroom with Bhanu. Her room was beautifully decorated in Hindu design with many trinkets and collectibles from her culture. She rearranged her clothes so that I could have two dresser drawers. I did not have many clothes so, two drawers were more than enough. The first day in America, my parents stayed in their bedroom and prayed for safety and thankfulness for our safe arrival. I was sitting on the small, double sized bed in Bhanu's room, learning to adjust to my new environment when Bhanu entered the room. She gently wrapped her hand around my wrist and waived for me to follow her. We walked down the street to a local food market. I found myself constantly looking around, waiting for someone to attack me or a bomb to go off, but none of that happened. It took awhile for me to adjust to this calm country. The market had such a large variety of fruits and vegetables and meats; much more than I had ever seen in Israel. I followed behind her as she picked many different vegetables, fruits, meats and a package of spices. We did not talk at all, but she smiled at me often, making me feel comfortable around her. I didn't know if she spoke my language at all, but I did not speak any Asian language and as I mentioned earlier, did not speak English very well at all. When we returned to the house, my parents handed me an English dictionary that was written in Arabic. I was told to study the dictionary until I could speak English. I spent a couple of hours scrolling through the pages of the dictionary, in my new bedroom. Bhanu sat next to me and would pronounce each word I pointed to. I would do my best to repeat the word. This became a game quickly to see how close I could pronounce the word. Bhanu would giggle often when I butchered the pronunciation of a word. I could not help but laugh too. Her laughing made me giggle. Though we could not speak to each other because of the language barrier, I felt that speaking common words helped us create a bond. Her arm and leg was pressed against my arm and leg as she peered down at the book. I did not mind her sitting so close, though it was weird at first, because I enjoyed the warmth of her body heat against my skin. After dinner, I sat with both families and watched a television show that looked like it was a comedy. I couldn't understand anything that was being spoken, though I did recognize a few words that I had said earlier. I still did not know what the words meant yet, however. When it was dark, I said my prayers, wore loose pair of pajama pants that Bhanu gave me to bed along with a thin t-shirt that looked like she had owned for several years. I had only two pair of undergarments so I washed the pair I had been wearing in the sink and hung it over the towel holder in the bathroom. It was awkward climbing into bed with another person. I had never slept next to another person other than my parents, when I was younger, except when we left Israel and slept in large groups along that way. That was different though, because no one had any privacy. I climbed in bed first and scooted close to the wall. Bhanu climbed in after me, gave me a warm smile as she pulled the covers up over her body, then turned away from me. I turned away from her and faced the wall. I could not sleep right away though. Many thoughts raced through my mind as I lay there in this foreign bed next to this foreign female. After about 15 minutes, I felt Bhanu's but make contact with mine. I instinctively wanted to pull away, but my body did not move for some reason. Her breathing sounded like she was sleeping so I ignored it and tried my best to go to sleep. Finally, I could feel my eyelids starting to get heavy. I was awakened from my sleep when I felt something warm between my legs. As I slowly came to consciousness, I could feel that the top of my pajama pants were pulled away from my body. I was lying on my back and felt Bhanu's body pressed up against me. I instantly became very nervous, but did not move nor did I open my eyes. As I lay there, I felt movement between my slightly parted legs. The feeling of warm skin against my labia was evident. I realized it must be her hand that was touching me. I was freaking out to say the least. I had never had any interest in women or even thought of having an interest in women. I recognized beauty and the softness of their skin, but that was the extent of it. The hand slowly and softly slid up and down my outer labia. I could feel a strange sensation growing between my legs. I didn't know what the feeling was and had never felt it before. Coming from a place of disarray, I had never dated or had any intimate contact with a man, or woman for that matter. The sensations felt very weird, but pleasing. I lay there and listened to Bhanu and myself breath. Her breathing was heavier than normal and mine was growing heavy as well. I don't know why, but my legs instinctively spread a little further apart. The touch of her fingers on my body felt splendid. After a few minutes had passed, I felt something push deeper between my legs. I didn't know what to do at this point. My mind was telling me to jump off the bed and run or scream or do something, but my body was telling me to stay because it enjoyed the feelings that it was experiencing. My body won out and I stayed still. I felt a finger press between my labia and begin moving up and down my inner labia. I had never touched myself inside, other than for cleansing and female related reasons, but never for pleasure. To be honest, I didn't even know that I could receive pleasure inside there. I was naïve. For some reason, each time her finger moved toward the top of my inner labia, I felt a strong jolt of excitement. I didn't know what was causing it or why I was feeling that way, but I quickly realized that there was a certain spot toward the top that was very sensitive. In that area, I felt a growing burn that felt good and made me want to be touched there even more. I was starting to freak out when I noticed that my nipples started to ache. I could feel them pressing against my shirt. The only time I had noticed this before was when it was chilly outside, but it was far from chilly in the bedroom. In fact, I was starting to feel very warm. I did not want Bhanu to know that I was awake so I lay still, though my hips wanted to move. After what seemed like an eternity had passed, I felt Bhanu's finger press further between my lips, toward the bottom. My hips instinctively rose off the bed to meet her finger and I heard a moan escape my lips. The moan was short, but loud, breaking the silence of the room. I heard my moan ring in my eardrums. I hadn't recalled hearing myself ever make that sound before and I wasn't sure why I did or where it came from. A split second later, I heard a voice softly say, "Shhhhh." I knew she was talking to me and I knew what that meant. I thought I had done something wrong so I did my best to hold in further moans. The roaming finger started slowly pushing inside me. It hurt at first and I couldn't help but groan in slight discomfort, but it soon started to feel good. I could feel my hips starting to sway up and down on their own accord. My body was starting to get very warm and I didn't know what was wrong with me. I was now breathing heavy like I had been running for awhile, but I hadn't so I was very confused. I was starting to see different colors and shapes on the back of my eyelids. Bhanu's lower body was starting to rhythmically press against my left leg in unison with my body's movements. Feeling bold, I opened my eyes for a split second and saw Bhanu's face just inches from my own. I couldn't see much, but I could see that her eyes were looking right into mine. I quickly shut my eyes again. The image of her looking at me with a smile on her face had quickly burned into my vision and replaced the colors and shapes I had been seeing moments ago. Without realizing that I had done so or even when it happened, it came to my attention that my heals were now dug into the bed and my knees were bent, pointing to the corners where the ceiling and walls met. My hips were thrusting against Bhanu's finger. I didn't want her to stop now, it felt to good. To my dismay, she did stop pressing her finger deep inside of me. The moment I felt the finger withdraw, I groaned in displeasure. A split second later, I was moaning in response to the most pleasure my body had ever felt up to that point as Bhanu's finger slid up between my separated lips and centered it's attention on the sensitive spot toward the top of my groin. My eyes shot open and I let out a long, loud moan. I immediately felt Bhanu's other hand cup my mouth, attempting to quiet me. When I stopped moaning, she removed her hand and put her index finger to her lips. She said, "Shhh!!" once more. It wasn't my fault. I wasn't making noises on purpose. It was natural response to the joyous sensations she was causing my body to feel. Her finger circled over that very sensitive spot a few times. I felt my back arch and my hips float in the air. My heart was beating so fast that I thought I was having a heart attack. I looked into her eyes with my wide open eyeballs and searched for her soul at the back of her pupils. I didn't know why she was touching me this way, why I was feeling like this, how she was making me feel like this or what I was supposed to do about it. My mind was starting to become mush, unable to focus on any certain thought for more than a second before the thought escaped my mind. It was like trying to catch fireflies or trying to focus on a single drop of rain falling from the sky. I could feel my chest heaving as I gasp for breath. My nipples were aching and for some reason that I didn't understand, wanted to be touched. I had forgotten about how much I wanted her to continue sticking her finger inside me and at this moment, I didn't want her to stop touching my sensitive spot, though it was becoming more than I could handle. A rush of overwhelming pleasure was building up and quickly moving toward my groins. It felt like a huge wave that was coming crashing toward me while I stood in the ocean. Just before the huge wave crashed into me, I felt her hand pull away. My hips crashed down to the bed. I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to understand what just occurred. I felt her body shuffling near me and then felt a warm wetness press against my jawline. The warm wetness moved to my cheek then to my lips. I opened my eyes momentarily and saw Bhanu kissing me, her eyes closed. Her hand had stopped moving and was resting between my groin. My hips were pressing upwards, trying to increase the pressure of her touch, to no avail. Without even thinking about it, I was kissing her back. Her lips were so soft and warm and she kissed me different than my parents kissed me. Her kisses lasted longer and felt warmer. She sucked my bottom lip into her mouth as I kissed against her top lip. I didn't know how to kiss this way, so I just made the movements that her lips were making. We kissed for a little while before she pulled my shirt over my head and moved her mouth to the nipple closest to her body. I could feel her breasts pressed up against my ribcage as her wet, warm lips surrounded my protruding nipple. I felt a strong sensation shoot down between my legs instantly. When I began to moan, her hand covered my mouth once more. I grabbed the pillow she was sleeping on earlier and used it to cover my mouth. I moaned hard when her free hand started to roll my other nipple between her fingers. Thankfully, the pillow muffled my sounds, otherwise my parents would have been in the bedroom within a second to see what was wrong with me. The warmth of her lips on my nipple was awesome, coupled with the rolling fingers of my other nipple, giving my aching nipple the touch it wanted, no the touch it needed. Her other hand started pressing in and out of my labia once again. Soon, my hips were dancing against her hand once more. I could feel my inner walls grasping against her finger, trying to pull it further inside of me. My body was doing a weird dance on the bed as if I were possessed. I felt her thumb press hard against my sensitive spot at the top of my inner labia while her finger continued pumping quickly in and out of me. All at the same time, her lips were sucking on my nipple as if she was trying to get milk. Her other hand was squeezing my other nipple hard. I could not breathe. I was becoming very scared because I didn't know what was happening to my body. I wanted to ask her what she was doing to me and why my body was responding this way, but I couldn't communicate with her. I felt all the muscles of my body starting to grasp hard, locking up. I wasn't sure why, but I could hear the sound of wetness between my legs. I thought I might have peed myself. I was too far gone to care at this point though. The ocean wave was coming at me again, but this time it was ten times bigger. It was moving at a much faster pace also. I knew this wave of ecstasy was going to overcome my entire senses and it did. I suddenly felt my body begin to tremor. I was convinced that I was indeed having a seizure or stroke or even perhaps a heart attack and I was dying. I pushed Bhanu away from my very sensitive body to make everything go away. My body had enough pleasure and couldn't take any more of her touch. My muscles had stopped clenching and now my body lay helpless on the mattress. My body felt like it was floating in the clouds. I was sure my soul had left my body and was now making its way to heaven. I could not open my eyes or move. It is strange to say, but I felt like I was melting. Next thing I could remember, Bhanu's body was pressed against me and she was holding my body close to her. Her mouth was kissing the side of my neck slowly as my breathing began to slow down. I could feel my soul returning to my body and my thoughts return to my mind. I could only smile. My body was so spent that I fell back asleep in Bhanu's arms. That was the first night of our budding relationship that is now going strong for over fifteen years. I will tell you about night two very soon.