by Pepper Pace
He gave her an apologetic look. “My father made my mother get an abortion when I was about ten years old. He said he didn’t want another handicapped kid like me. I heard them fighting about it.” Robin’s eyes widened. She was appalled! What type of man was Jason’s father to do such a thing; to even say a thing like that? “I’m not saying that I want to have a baby right now because I don’t; not right now. And we have birth control now so hopefully it won’t be an issue. I even grabbed some free condoms while you were getting the pill.” He reached past her and pulled open the drawer on the bedside table. He withdrew a handful of condoms and dropped them on the bed.
Robin’s lips turned up slightly and she grinned at the rain of prophylactics that fell on their legs. He touched her face and drew her attention back to him.
“But…if we already made a baby, I’d be very happy about it.”
She smiled at how sweet his words were. “I don’t want to think about having a baby right now, either. But if that happened I would definitely keep him. But Jason, we don’t have to worry about what happened last week. You pulled out-”
“Yeah, but that really doesn’t mean all that much; there is still precum.” She considered his words and hoped that they hadn’t created a baby. She didn’t want to be a mom right now when everything else in her life seemed so difficult. With Jason, she was now able to be a Robin that she wasn’t quite familiar with; a new Robin, and she liked this Robin a whole lot better than the old one. She wanted a lot more time to learn and grow before becoming someone’s parent.
She picked up one of the condoms. “Shall we?”
“You do it. Your hands move better than mine.” He propped the pillows against the headboard and leaned back with his arms behind his head watching her with a smirk.
“You want ME to do it?” Her pretty green eyes were big and nervous.
“Yes.” He was straight out grinning now. “My dick is your dick.” He pushed the covers down and his penis sprung free, bobbing for a moment before settling against his belly where the tip touched his belly button. This was the first opportunity that she had to actually look at his penis. That thing had gone inside of her??? Gosh it was big; but she thought it was beautiful—long and thick and lined with veins. It reminded her of a sculpture. It was perfect. She finally reached out and touched the downy, rust colored hair on his testicles. His penis flinched; moved towards her hand and she jumped. Her eyes met him but he had a straight face.
She reached out and a second before her finger would have made contact with his shaft it again lurched toward her hand. This time she yelped and yanked her hand back. Jason laughed.
She glared at him and then broke out in laughter. “How do you do that?!” He made his dick dance around and then he suddenly planted his hands on the bed and tried to catch his breath.
“Robin…” His eyes began to blink rapidly. The smile fell off her face. Seizure. His head went back, missing the pillows and hitting the headboard with a sound ‘THUNK’. She pulled him quickly to the side, his body now lying at an odd angle but at least he was not in any risk bashing his head again.
His hands kept pushing; at her at the bed as his body grew taut. Then suddenly his body began jerking violently. Muffled grunts issued from his throat as his teeth clenched and his eyes rolled to the top of his head. Robin placed her hands on each side of his face.
“Jason. Jason, I’m here.” She stroked his temple. “Come on baby, breath. Breath, Jason!” She hated this part; his face turning purple and his body trembling or jerking as if he was suffocating. When is he going to breath??? Please please breathe…
And then suddenly his body seemed to collapse and he sucked in a ragged breath. His hands were still fists and Robin rubbed his inner wrists until his hands eventually unclenched.
After a short moment she heard him speak. “I’m sorry…” His eyes were still closed. She reached back up to cup his face and to smooth his brows with her thumbs.
“Don’t. You don’t have to apologize for this thing that you can’t help.” He opened his eyes slowly and then slowly pushed himself into a comfortable position. She could see that he was exhausted.
“Honey, you need to sleep.” She said reluctantly. They could…explore sex the next day. Her body pulsated and throbbed in an erotic way but she lay down next to him trying to figure out how she would sleep when her body wanted to explode in pleasure. Jason suddenly gripped her wrist and tugged her hand down to his groin where he placed it firmly on his dick. It was hard as hard could be, and if it was possible, Robin would have sworn that it had gotten bigger.
“Sleep is the last thing I want to do. Touch me Robin, now that I’m lucid and not apt to get all spazzy.” Her hand automatically gripped him at the same time that her mouth wanted to tell him that it was late and that they should sleep. But Jason had waited so long to be with her. Even angry with her over the weekend, it was still an anger that was laced with need for her. The memory of being buried inside of her was all that his mind could think of right now. He wanted her so bad that there was no way that he could just close his eyes and go to sleep; that moment had long passed!
Robin felt a jolt of pleasure cause her body to tremor and her mouth to go dry. Her hand moved up and down his shaft as if her hand was disconnected from her and had a life of its own.
Jason held his breath. “Slower,” he groaned. God, he was going to cum if she didn’t put on the condom. “Robin the condom,” he said urgently. She stopped what she was doing and picked up one of the condoms, ripping the package open with her teeth. She removed the rubber and placed it on the tip of his penis. She knew what she was doing and he gave her a surprised look.
She began pushing it down but it was not unrolling easily. He jerked when the rubber pinched a bit of his flesh. He reached down and tried to roll it down his shaft. It was too tight. He pulled it off by the reservoir tip and tossed it. He winced, that had hurt.
“That one was too little. See if there is a bigger one.”
“I think they’re one size fits all.” She said as she searched for some type of size chart on each of the condoms. She finally gave him a helpless look. “Jason…I don’t think they have one here that will fit you.” Her fingers couldn’t close around the base of him. That fact was neither normal nor abnormal. Until Jason’s, the only penis’ she was familiar with was the ‘well hung’ guys on the computer. Robin thought that this is the way all penis’ were built when they got hard. It wasn’t until the very moment that the condom wouldn’t go on that she really understood. He had a very big penis—and he had put the entire thing inside of her!
Jason seemed to be quietly contemplating this as well. He knew that he didn’t have a little dick, but how was he to really gauge his dick against the average guy’s when his only basis for comparison was porn?
Jason quietly scooped up the condoms and placed them on the bedside table to dispose of later in a manner that would assure that his mother would never locate them. He then gave Robin a hungry look. She frowned curiously.
“Come here.” He practically growled.
“We’re not going to-?”
“No.” He kissed her. “There are other things…” She remembered his tongue and lips gliding along the sensitive flesh between her thighs and she felt her skin begin to goose pimple. Jason’s hands moved to her breast. Oh…her lovely brown flesh peaked by darkened nipples. His head bent to capture and gently tug at one of them as he drew it hungrily into his mouth.
Her hands found their way to his hair where she cupped his head, holding him in place. His gentle attention reminded her of a kitten that delicately lapped at a bowl of milk, but then he would tug and draw her in insistently, which would elicit a gasp of pleasure from her lips. Jason’s hand moved up her thigh and then crept between them.
Robin leaned back against the bed breathlessly. Was there some type of line that traveled from your nipples directly to your clitoris? She felt as if he nudged her there each time his tongue circled her nipple.
He moved to her other breast and as she bit back her moan she wondered if a person could orgasm just from having their nipples sucked. When she didn’t think that that she could experience anymore pleasure without exploding, she felt Jason’s fingers part her lower lips and his fingers stroke her wet, swollen flesh.
Her mouth opened and her breath came in pants as her head flew back. She felt Jason’s mouth release her breast in order to lightly kiss along her neck and behind her ear until he had kissed a path to her mouth. He didn’t seem to care that her mouth was wide opened like a carp and that she was panting and gasping as his fingers stroked her.
“Jason…” She cried out breathlessly. His response was to rub her gently and repeatedly. Robin thrust her tongue into his mouth. He captured it quickly and she took a moment to smile against his lips. She tried to find his tongue which he offered to her and she sucked it hard. He held it there while she sucked his tongue and Jason’s body jerked while groaning into her mouth. She loved that she could cause him to make that sound so she reached down and gently gripped his penis.
Jason felt his body react to the grip that Robin had on him, but it was as if from a long way off. He was in two places at once; he was in Nirvana having his tongue sucked, and then suddenly experiencing heaven as she began to stroke his dick.
The sensations suddenly came crashing together and Jason had to quicken his stroking fingers between her legs. He had to. His body told him that he would cum and he needed for her to cum too. This was not a coherent thought. Right now Jason was acting on pure instinct; making his fingers move gently so that he could stroke her wet pussy; stroke her…stroke her…
Robin’s very flesh seemed amped; no longer flesh but pure nerve endings. She felt the very hairs standing up against her pores and her belly began to tremor each time his strong forearms brushed her there as he reached between her legs. She was aware that her breath was coming out in harsh gasps and each gasp brought her closer to something big. Jason’s fingers between her legs began to probe her opening, slipping easily inside of her and she cried out, her hand squeezed his shaft. She didn’t realize that her strokes had quicken and become almost violent, pulling him closer to his eventual orgasm.
Jason pushed his face against her ear, his eyes tightly clenched, his body so tightly restrained that he felt like a taut wire ready to break. His fingers moved quickly, insistently yet gently in and out of her and around her clit, just as her hands moved quickly up and down his shaft, his precum the lubricant that allowing her fist to glide easily along his flesh.
“Please baby…” He begged. “Cum, please cum,” and then she knew in his voice that he was holding, waiting for her and the dam—that last trigger finally broke in her and Robin’s body jerked and spasmed and she called out loudly.
Jason heard her wail and his voice joined hers as his body finally allowed his own release. His hips pumped against her side and into her fist; simulating the act that was intuitive to them both. Even Robin’s hips rhythmically pumped against Jason’s strong hand as her opening clenched and released around his rapidly moving fingers.
Jason’s body seized and spasmed but he enjoyed it; this time he could examine every sensation that his muscles went through as they stretched and pulled. Then semen shot from his body and with a yelp of pleasure or pain or something new that was a mixture of both, it landed across her thigh.
“Ohhhh!” He groaned, his cum splashing her leg.
Robin thought her heart would explode until the pressure of her climax finally released it amidst shakes and trembles. Even though the pleasure was incredible, instinctively she knew that there was more; something bigger that only Jason’s penis inside of her would release. There was something else lurking there waiting…
When the two lover’s bodies had come down from their passion filled high, Jason sat up. Robin stopped him sleepily. “No baby. I’ll clean us this time. I have to use the bathroom anyways.” She dragged herself out of bed, stooping long enough to pick up the condom that Jason had yanked off and tossed to the floor. She padded to the bathroom where she tossed it into the trash and then she grabbed toilet paper and wiped Jason’s semen from her leg. She examined the cold sticky fluid, testing the texture between her fingertips before she quickly sat down and peed. Afterwards she grabbed her wash cloth from the shower and cleaned herself with warm water before rinsing the cloth and hanging it on the side of the tub. She grabbed more tissue to clean Jason. But when she returned to the bedroom he was already sound asleep, his dick resting across his thigh like a fat sausage.
Robin stood by the bed and watched him; tousled hair and limbs spread, the bed sheets crumpled between his legs. He looked like a man that had worked very hard and now needed to sleep hard. She climbed into the bed and carefully cleaned the congealing semen from his dick. It was limp now but not quite soft. She tossed the tissue onto the bedside table for later disposal and adjusted the sheets to cover the wet spot. Jason was watching her quietly. She almost jumped when she saw his green eyes following her every move.
“Thank you, Sweetheart.” He said with a satisfied smile. Somehow she didn’t think he was referring to her offer to clean them. She snuggled back into his waiting arms and yawned.
“You’re welcome.”
Chapter 3
When the alarm rang an impossibly short time later, Jason carefully reached over to turn it off. He wanted Robin to get another hour sleep. He was used to waking up very early so that he could get a bath and get dressed which tended to take a long time. He wanted to linger in bed and kiss her cheek but knew that it would just lead to his dick becoming hard and then things would never get done. So he climbed out of bed and into his waiting wheelchair.
He went into the living room first and powered up the computer so that music was playing quietly throughout the apartment. He started each day with music and it was generally the last thing he heard each night before falling asleep. Then he quickly wiped the tub clean and ran a shallow bath. After he was cleaned with his hair washed, he brushed his teeth while still in the tub…it was just much neater that way. Then he placed a towel in his chair and grabbed another which he used to dry off.
He wheeled naked into the darkened bedroom; the only light streaming in from the slats of the drawn blinds as the sun rose. He dressed quickly in fresh boxers and then worked his feet into his jeans. Before pulling them up he strapped on his braces and then stood, using the wall and dresser as support. Once his pants were pulled up he searched for an acceptable shirt and then pulled on white athletic socks. Lastly he laced up his Nike’s and touched the stubble on his chin. He considered brushing his hair while it was still wet where he could work the knots out easily and then dismissed it as too much trouble.
He hurried into the living room and put on Robin’s song; the special one that he’d just made for her and then wheeled back into the bedroom to wake her with gentle kisses to her eyelids. She jumped a little but smiled at the proximity of his face to hers. He tried to kiss her lips but she covered her mouth.
“Morning breath,” she murmured. Then she slipped out of his arms and hurried to the bathroom where she quickly peed and then brushed her teeth. When she returned to the bedroom Jason was still lolling on the bed waiting for her. She stood there looking down at him; naked but not as self conscious as she once was. He watched her with appreciation.
“Stand up.” She said. He slid to the end of the bed and she gave him her hand which he used to pull himself up into a standing position. When he was able to look down at her he pulled her into his arms, wobbling just a little. She held him until he was steady. His hands cupped her ass and rubbed her before he leaned forward to kiss her.
“Good morning.” He said between kisses. “How’d you sleep?”
“Like a baby.” She held him against her nude body feeling decadent being naked while he was dressed. “I got to get dressed!” She exclaimed. He nodded slowly.
“I need to have a seizure. Just help me sit down.”
Her heart jumped at his almost casual words, but she did as he asked, lowering him to the bed, trying to feel as neutral about it as he sounded. Once he was back onto the bed he lay on his back and stretched out almost leisurely. His body then eased into the seizure quietly; as if by agreement that if he didn’t fight it, then it would be as un-evasive as possible. She collected her clothing while keeping one eye on him and jumped when she heard his quiet laughter. It got louder and she walked over to the bed and stared at him, her cloths still bunched in her arms.
