Her hand dipped into his pants and beneath his boxers until she found his cock waiting for her. Soft and hot on her hand, Justine marveled at its thickness.
Holding it tight, she forced her hips forward, crushing her clit against his cock even harder. Slowly she began grinding against him, stroking her mound with Roland’s engorged prick as he kissed her lips, her neck, her shoulders.
She felt him turn and found herself tumbling toward the bed as Roland fell with her. Instinctively Justine wrapped her legs around Roland’s hips, pulling him hard against her as her hand started stroking his hard cock still trapped in his pants.
Roland groaned into her neck, as he brought his hands to her breasts, clumsily fondling them, her nipples hard points against his palms. Already he could feel his balls aching with seed as Justine’s hand moved up and down his prick.
Reluctantly letting go of her prize, Justine hurriedly shucked Roland’s shirt from his shoulders revealing his hard hairless torso. In her naiveté, she’d always assumed grown men had hairy chests. Running her hands across his nipples and down his belly, she delighted in the smooth expanse of flesh looming over her.
Sliding her hands around his hips, she pushed at the waistband of his trousers, lowering them over his ass. Using her nimble feet, she shoved them down his thighs and, with his help, onto the floor next to the bed.
It was the first time she’d ever held a naked man in her arms. She hugged him to her, pressing her breasts into him as her legs again wrapped around his hips. She desperately wanted to feel every inch of his flesh against her own soft skin.
Where Mani had been soft and curvy, Roland was hard and muscled in a way that seemed to fit her body in perfect complement. It was as if two puzzles pieces meshed together in exquisite union.
His lips burned against her neck as he nibbled on the sensitive skin beneath her ear. Justine couldn’t keep her hands still, roaming again and again over his hard back and firm ass; she wanted to touch every inch of him, possess him.
Roland relished the way Justine made kittenish mewling sounds when he nipped her neck with his teeth. Feeling her hands on his ass drove him wild as did the soft, moist pressure of her swollen mons rubbing against his cock as they squirmed on the bed.
His balls felt as if they would burst any moment. Not having been with a woman in a very long time, Roland momentarily worried he’d shoot off too soon.
Grasping her hips, Roland used the leverage to scoot down trailing kisses down Justine’s freckled chest, and freeing his engorged dick from Justine’s hot cunny.
If he’d relished her mewling as he kissed her neck, he absolutely adored the urgent growls coming from her as he laved her tit with his tongue. Circling her pink nubbin in tight circles, he flicked his tongue across her nipple as his hand massaged and caressed her other breast.
Encouraged, he caught her nipple between her teeth, trapping it lightly. Gently he tugged it into his mouth, pulling it deeper.
Justine’s hands left his ass and flew to his head, pressing him into her chest. “Oh! Yes! Oh! God! Suck my tit…yes!” Her hips bucked into his belly as the head of his cock brushed her slit and ass with every bounce.
Roland’s cock ached as Justine’s cunny stroked against his swollen glans. Clear thick precum leaked from its head lubricating her delicate folds increasing the delicious jolts. He wanted more than anything to plunge into her, ravage her with his stiff prick.
Shifting to her other breast, Roland maneuvered his right hand down her stomach and into the soft silk covering her mound.
“Gaaghhh!” Justine gasped as Roland’s fingers found her labia, stroking her lips in long slow pulses as he sucked her nipple hard.
Justine felt a gush of wetness just as Roland trapped her clit between two fingers, rubbing the hard nubbin between them.
So different from Mani’s tender, knowing touch, Roland’s hands and mouth were harder, more animalistic. Heat rushed into her belly and shot into her thighs as she felt her orgasm building under his relentless stroking.
“Oh..Oh…I’m…gonna….cu…Ohhhh!” Her orgasm surprised her as Roland suckled hard on her nipple, his fingers pinching the slick button between her throbbing legs.
Hearing her gasp, feeling her thrash against him as she rode the cresting waves of her orgasm, Roland stroked her clit faster, harder. His fingers, dipping between her sopping labia, found the entrance to her vagina open. With each stroke he slipped the tips of two fingers into the waiting hole.
Her pussy was so tight he felt the ring of muscle clench his digits with surprising strength each time he entered her. Her cum coated his hand as he continued stroking her through the long ride.
Collapsing back onto the bed, Justine felt Roland descend down her chest, licking sweat and musk from her stomach as he went lower and lower, her hands stroking his hair as he went. The scent of Justine’s sex permeated Roland’s senses. Grasping the backs of her thighs, Roland raised her legs, pushing them nearly to her chest.
His mouth kissed across her blonde curls moving into the valley between thigh and cunny.
Justine shivered, her skin twitching as he licked up her inner thigh, his tongue hot on her skin. Moving from thigh to thigh, Roland brushed across the pink folds guarding her pussy, avoiding her sensitive clit, he tasted the sweet honey seeping from her.
His cock bobbed wildly between his thighs as he squatted at the edge of the bed like a snake seeking a burrow in which to hide.
Justine’s hands on his head tried to force him to center on her cunny. Weak from her orgasm and the earlier events of the day, Roland easily fought off her attempt wanting to taste her, lick her, tease her more and more.
“Please…please…please…” Justine chanted softly as Roland’s mouth licked and sucked the moist skin of her thighs. His tongue traced the outline of her cunny in slow circles; up and down and around he licked and sucked, lapping at the nectar coming from her virginal opening.
Roland teased and suckled her for a long, long time, driving her to excruciating need as he came oh so close to her throbbing button, only to shy away at the last moment.
The tension in her belly and thighs threatened to overwhelm her as her desire built. One hand went to her breast, grasping hard at the pink nipple, tugging it over and over.
Using his tongue, Roland licked upward between the slick, swollen labia. This time he allowed his tongue to brush against her clit.
Justine jumped, her hand shoving against the back of his head.
Roland moved down, licking her again in a slow stroke. As his tongue passed over her slit, he stabbed out, shoving his tongue into her wet hole.
“Ohhh!” Justine choked, her hips thrusting up as he withdrew his tongue, continuing upward to her clit. “Aggh!” Justine grunted.
When Roland moved away from her clit, Justine grunted in disappointment, her head flopping back onto the bed.
Relenting, Roland lowered his mouth fully over her sensitive nubbin in a deep kiss. His right hand left her thigh.
His tongue drew slow circles around her clit as his fingers rubbed up and down her labia.
“Yes…yes…yes…oh…yes…”
Using two fingers, Roland slowly penetrated the wet folds and pressed past the tight ring of muscle. Slowly he began sawing in and out going only an inch deep into her passage as his tongue ran circles around her pulsating button.
Justine’s head rolled side to side, her eyes clenched tight, her hair whipping back and forth as Roland tortured her with his fingers, his tongue.
The muscles in her belly, her thighs spasmed in sharp, quivering jolts as the sensations coursed through her. She felt an orgasm welling from her toes as Roland relentlessly assaulted her nubile body.
Up her legs it ran, her calves taught, her knees weakened as she held her legs spread wide. She couldn’t control the trembling, her body running out of control as Roland’s fingers dipped again and again into her most secret passage.
Never before had anyone penetrated her. R
oland’s fingers went into the far country like a ravaging conqueror. And she, she stood on the shore of bliss welcoming the invasion with every inch of her soul.
Roland’s tongue suddenly stopped is tortuous circling as he abruptly sucked her clit between his lips, holding it tight as his tongue flicked rapidly across the trapped button.
The orgasm building in her crashed over her in a tidal wave of delicious joy. Her back arched leaving only her hips and shoulders on the bed as she tugged hard on her nipple.
At the crest, Roland’s invading fingers thrust into her to the knuckle, penetrating her deeply in a single stroke. The sharp pang of her hymen’s destruction was only a ghost in the miasma of pleasure washing over her.
“Ungh…ungh…ungh…” Justine grunted as Roland’s fingers pistoned in and out rapidly, finger fucking her through her orgasm. Desperately she struggled to stay conscious.
Before the last waves of delight receded, Roland removed his hand and mouth. Grasping her hips, he rolled her onto her stomach.
He spread her thighs apart as he kneeled between, his cock rigid and angry red. Bulging veins throbbed with each beat of his heart as he beheld Justine’s delectable ass wet with her cum.
Leaning forward he allowed the length of his cock to slide between the soft globes delighting in the sensation of her soft skin on his prick. Again and again he stroked back and forth caressing her with his manhood.
Panting with exhaustion, Justine reached backward trapping Roland’s engorged cock in her tiny hand and aimed it at her virginal entrance.
Roland shifted causing his glans to lodge between her thick, wet labia, pressing against the tight band protecting her cunt.
Grabbing her hips, Roland eased forward not wanting to hurt her. Slowly, slowly his swollen cock inched into Justine’s wet, slick tunnel.
“Unghhhhh…” Justine moaned as Roland’s prick penetrated her until he was buried to the hilt. The pressure was incredible. Her cunny felt stretched to its limit at the invasion. Her muscles twitched and spasmed around Roland’s dick, while milking and stroking him as he sat motionless in her.
Roland clenched his eyes tight fighting against the cum threatening to erupt from him as Justine’s silken hot passage massaged his cock. He knew if he moved a millimeter it would all be over, his spunk would fill her before he even had a chance to fuck her properly.
“Justine,” he pleaded, “please…please…don’t…do…that…” Her cunny felt like a million mouths suckling his cock with hot, wet abandon. The skin on his prick stretched tighter than he’d ever felt, as if his entire rod would burst apart at the slightest touch.
His words only encouraged the young woman who wanted more than anything to drive him over the edge forcing him to spew forth his burning seed into her womb.
If he’d thought the wet clasping sensations were irresistible before, what came next was beyond words. Justine’s slick passage folded around him like hot, wet silk. He simply couldn’t tell where his flesh ended and hers began so completely was the meld between them.
He felt her entire cunny pull inward, drawing him along with inexorable pressure. His body swayed forward as he had no choice but to follow. Again her pussy dragged him inward until he felt his glans brush the back of her pussy.
“Aagghh!!” Roland yelped as the cum, boiling in his balls gushed upward through his shaft and bursting from his glans in thick spurts.
Roland collapsed atop her as Justine’s cunt tugged at his cock in relentless pulses milking every ounce of seed from him as he reveled in the sensations shooting from his cock.
When his cock finally stopped spewing its seed, Roland pulled Justine to him, his prick still held within her, and rolled fully onto the bed as the couple spooned in erotic splendor.
Satiated and weakened, Justine nestled into the curve of Roland’s arms, his hips pressed tight to her buttocks. Giving him an approving squeeze of her cunny on his softening cock, Justine whispered, “Thank you.”
Roland barked a weak laugh. “Oh, dear Justine. You are just too much.” His hand’s caressed the sweat streaked strands of strawberry locks from her neck as he planted a kiss on the back of her neck. “If anyone should be expressing their gratitude, it’s me. You’re incredible.”
Justine blushed at the welcome praise, snuggling closer into his arms, her head resting on his biceps as she glowed with the pleasure of feeling his cock twitch inside her no longer virginal pussy.
“How did you ever learn to do that trick?” Roland asked, his hand resting on her breast idly stroking the soft flesh.
“What? You mean this?” Roland’s softening prick felt Justine’s vaginal walls ripple along the length of his shaft.
“Ungnggghhh….” Roland moaned as Justine’s cunny stroked his length. “Yeah…that…” he groaned as Justine continued her fantastic massage, bringing him to new life within her. His hips thrust forward as his cock lengthened inside her.
This time Roland managed to last quite a bit longer as the newly formed couple explored each other with languorous ease.
When morning came, Justine found herself alone in the bed. Sheets stained with sweat and co-mingled juices lay in a jumble at her feet.
Rising with an unfamiliar stiffness in her loins, Justine looked about the room until finding Roland in the bathroom. She watched through the walls as he emptied his bladder, fascinated by the sight of a man urinating standing up.
When he turned and lowered himself to the commode, Justine hastily turned away. There are just some things I don’t want to see, she thought.
Justine padded naked through the dawn light into the laundry room. Retrieving her sundress, she slipped it over her head just as Roland emerged from the bathroom. His morning erection stood out from his loins as he went.
Justine, watching him from the kitchen as she prepared coffee, saw him idly stroking himself as he retrieved his boxers from the floor where they’d landed the previous night. The sight of him, his cock in his hand, caused her cunny to jerk with desire.
She couldn’t believe how quickly she’d grown to want a hard cock inside her. Far from an expert, she knew there was still much for her to learn about how to please Roland in bed. She looked forward to exploring him in all the ways she’d dreamt of in her dark world.
Pouring two cups, Justine padded barefoot back to the bedroom as Roland finished dressing. It was early still, but if they weren’t to be late for school, she needed to get home and shower and dress for the day.
“Mornin’,” Roland mumbled drowsily, thankfully taking the steaming mug from her hand as he pulled her into the curve of his arm giving her an easy embrace.
Justine kissed the bare skin of his chest where he’d yet to button his shirt.
Leaning down as Justine turned her face to him, Roland kissed her deeply, his tongue finding its way into her warm mouth as he reveled again in the joy and innocent sensuality of this young woman.
“I need to get home soon,” Justine moaned regretfully as she broke their kiss. “How are we going to do this?”
Roland wanted to ignore the question and take her back to bed. Reality wouldn’t let him, though, he knew. There were too many ways all of this could come crashing down for him to relax just yet.
Sighing, he released her. “I’ll drive you home and we’ll figure this out on the way. Our big problem is going to be Mani. If she finds out just what you’re capable of, she’ll never leave us in peace.”
Justine sipped her coffee in thought. “Do you think the procedure you used on me would work on her brother?”
Tugging on his sock, Roland replied, “I don’t see why not. The main reason Mani selected you was because her brother’s blindness was caused by the same type of degeneration.”
“Maybe if you offer to cure him, she’d agree to leave us alone?” Justine suggested.
“His just a kid, Justine. I don’t think I could watch a kid go through what you went through yesterday. I don’t think any promise of a cure would be worth that.”
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Justine was silent for a moment. Her jade green eyes wandered around the room. Easily, without thought her eyes absorbed data through the entire spectrum. She saw the neighbors rising from their beds, making breakfast, preparing themselves for the day. Some still slept. A young couple two buildings away nestled together in a slow rhythm as they made love.
Justine wondered briefly if the woman knew she was pregnant yet as Justine spotted the telltale sign of a fluttering heartbeat in her womb.
“What you’ve done is amazing,” She whispered, turning back to Roland. “I would have given anything just to see shadows again…even just once more. What you’ve given me is more than I’d ever dared dream.
“When I first went blind, I thought it would only be a temporary thing. That somehow the doctors would find a cure and I’d be better. I denied it for years. Finally I had to give up my childish dream of a miracle cure. I died a little that day. It was the end of hope.
“You have to do whatever it takes to give this gift to whoever wants it.” Justine’s voice was soft, but Roland recognized the absolute conviction coming off her in solid waves.
Roland rose from the bed and pulled her to him, her head resting on his chest as he kissed the top of her head. “I’ll…we…will do whatever it takes.”
The smile she turned up to him then was worth any risk, any trouble he’d have with Mani or the government for taking his covert research public without their knowledge.
“Don’t worry about Mani,” Justine assured, remembering the weekend before as her erstwhile friend lay entwined in her arms, their bodies slick with illicit passion. “Between the cure you can give her brother and the…things…I can give her, we should be safe on that count.”
“What can you..?” Roland started to ask. Justine quickly pressed two fingers over his lips, cutting off his question.
“Don’t ask. Not now. Not yet.” She advised, her jade eyes sparkling with gleeful humor as she gently squeezed his cock with her hand. “Maybe one day you’ll find out…if you’re lucky.”
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