I took him all. I was down against the springy, thick hairs of his groin and he was fully in me. My vagina had lengthened due to my strong arousal, but I think he was tapping against my cervix. Any more and I couldn’t have taken him. He was so large within me that I truly felt, at that moment, that my body was mostly him, not me.
I began to ride him up and down, using my legs to lift me and my talented body to sway and ripple forward and backward as I did it. I danced on him and he danced within me.
The more I did it, the easier it was, the better it felt. I was a tiny body impaled on a huge, shaft-shaped rod, which had become the center of my being. I’d never experienced anything like it. I felt like two arms, two legs, and a head with no body. Rocco’s gigantic manhood was my body.
I sensed him swelling a little more, and I backed off, wanting to take him to the top but hold him there. I knew I could cum at any time by bending forward and rubbing my clit rings against him, so I stayed upright and swayed. When I felt him relax a bit, I began moving up and down, forward and back again.
His hands were on my hips and he was breathing heavily. The size of him within me was unlike anything I’d ever known before. Different even from being fisted. I understood that my sheath was designed to fit a penis, though one this size had to be a one-man-in-a-lifetime experience. I was completely packed with him. The way he entirely filled me was beyond description.
“Oh Alie …” He moaned as I held him at the brink. “I can’t hold out much longer. Yous should get off. I ain’t wearing no rubber.”
Where would he ever find one to fit? I thought in that instant. What I said was, “Don’t worry, I’m on the pill. Have been since I started college.”
Rocco was mature and focused. He didn’t need to talk in bed. He totally knew what to do. He was a rough, tough guy, so into the moment that he needed to say little. He didn’t need to degrade our sexual escapade with any “fuck yeah” or any “I’m gonna do you good, bitch,” or anything like that. He was both a gentleman, and a smooth, competent lover. He’d been nervous, but I’d put him at ease. His confidence grew as our lovemaking rolled on.
I kept him at the edge for another ten minutes. I think we were both trying to stretch this out. As he got closer, I could feel him swell within me, and feel his hands tighten to hold me still. We followed each other’s lead.
Finally, I decided to take him over the top. I kept moving up and down, then bent forward as the pressure of him within me electrified my G-spot, and my clit rings did their job. My orgasms began as he started to cum into me with such force that it’s a wonder I didn’t shoot into the air like a missile.
He came and came and my clit and vaginal orgasms continued as he did. He filled me. I decided that it was the first time I’d made love to a real man.
I milked him for everything he had – and that was a lot – while having either the longest single orgasm or the most rapidly recurring series of orgasms ever. It felt like I peaked once, vaginally and clitorally, but stayed there as pulse after pulse took me. I collapsed onto Rocco’s hard chest, still impaled on his enormous manhood. Even after he’d cum, he was so hard and massive that I wasn’t sure I could ever pull myself off of him.
He got a little softer, a little smaller, but not much. I used my Kegels to grip him like I would never let him go.
I was joined to Rocco and that’s exactly where I wanted to be. I could feel every curl on his chest and his heartbeat was like the pounding of my own heart. I squeezed him more with my vaginal muscles in a slow, rhythmic beat, and he responded by getting hard again!
He’d filled my mind as well as my body. It became impossible to remember a moment when I wasn’t joined to this behemoth, when my tiny body wasn’t full of his manhood. He hardened within me, and my pussy swelled as it was taken over yet again.
I sat up above him and renewed my dance upon his penis. He became hard as steel again when I started moving up and down his shaft. To me, I seemed no bigger than the flesh within, holding me above the giant. I was this lovely wrap, encasing the enormous, male sex like a condom.
I bent forward and came clitorally, squeezing him again with my Kegels. I had to cry out so I did, “Oh my God, Rocco … Oh my God, Rocco!”
He was going to cum so I gripped him as tightly as I could and stopped moving. In a few moments, I felt him relax and I started to squeeze him again, starting with the muscles closest to my pussy, and rippling back to deep within my vagina. I suppose the difference wasn’t much, but it was enough. Once again, Rocco came and came and came. I was filled with what felt like another gallon of cum.
The pressure on my G-spot sent me over the top and I came vaginally, before Rocco finally relaxed, though his penis still filled my vagina.
Somewhere in a dream, I felt Rocco finally slide out of me. I was pressed against his chest and barely conscious. No longer impaled like an animal on a spit, I finally slid off of him, my head resting on his left arm, my sightless eyes staring into nothingness.
“Thank you for taking pity on this sightless girl,” I said. “That was the highpoint of my male-female sex life up to now and, I expect, forever more.”
Rocco pulled me closer. He didn’t say anything for several minutes. I felt warm, comfortable, safe, satisfied and happy in his arms.
Making love when you’re blind has a certain enticement that’s hard to explain. I suppose that it comes about as part of the environment. Here’s what I mean: If you’re blind, as I was when I made love to Rocco, you don’t expect to observe your partner, not even in shadows. You see nothing and, as a result, all your other senses, especially touch, have been heightened, because the part of your brain that focused on seeing before, now can be spread across your other senses and add vividness to them.
Even if you’re sighted, you usually make love in reduced or absent light. Your other senses are free to utilize the parts of your brain that normally support vision. You feel the other aspects of having sex more than you would have in the bright light of day, in which your eyes, unlike mine, actually do something. If you consider that, you can get some idea of what it was like to be consumed in sexual congress with Rocco.
All of me was devoured, absorbed by my union with Rocco. He was so dominant, capturing, overwhelming, and gigantic in his taking me, that I was completely lost to myself; I was an extension of him, in a very real way. I fell asleep safe, being a part of Rocco. Nothing could hurt me, not even my blindness.
I awoke half-way to dawn. Rocco was snoring quietly next to me, still on his back.
He was not erect.
I quietly slid down him, and began to lick his manhood back to life. I was slow and careful, determined to bring him to a full, astounding erection while he slept. I believe I did that.
When he was ready, I slowly mounted him again. Having had the experience, I absolutely needed his massive dick to fill my empty vagina, and reduce me to but a sheath covering a part of him.
Over many minutes, I was able to make my way down along his colossal penis, until, once again, I felt so full of him that I ceased to be Alie. I was merely an aspect of Rocco.
I managed to pump up and down a few times before he awakened. I wouldn’t have known, if he hadn’t said, “By all that’s holy, Alie!” As he shot into me again. The sublime liquid pressure was heavenly!
I leaned forward. As I expected, my clit hardware didn’t let me down.
As Rocco conquered my vagina, my G-spot gave in once again, and I couldn’t stop the howls of pleasure that I screamed into the night.
**********
Thankfully, the Jolly Roger was closed Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. Rina was at my place for the holiday.
I’d told her about my sexcapades with Rocco. I wanted nothing to be secret between us, and she knew I was bi, not a committed lesbian, though, overall, I’d realized that I was more lesbian than straight. At least, that’s how I felt then.
Would I always be that way? I had no idea. Time would tell. At that time, though, I
wanted Rina, not Rocco. Rocco had, in fact, gone back to New Jersey to spend our days off with his sister and family.
I didn’t know if I’d do Rocco again, but oh how I hoped it would happen! I liked him, and his sex machine was impressive beyond any male part I’d encountered before.
I wanted Christmas Eve to be special for Rina, so I cooked a special dinner. Cooking when you’re blind is a challenge at the best of times, and I was making as complex a dinner as I thought I possibly could. More complicated, actually.
I’d prepared hor d’oeuvres: little, tiny toasts with crab and Olde English cheese, tiny meatballs in a chili sauce and jellied cranberry glaze, and toasted gorgonzola ravioli. I’d made small salads of Romaine, heart of palm, dried cranberries, feta and garlic croutons. Dinner was going to be grilled Teriyaki pork tenderloin with risotto Milanese and asparagus, followed by fruit and cheese. For desert, I’d managed to make a cherry cheesecake, with my own crust invention: crushed airplane cookies – Biscoff cookies – and a cherry topping. I’d worked on the dinner every available minute for three days.
I pulled it off with only a few hitches: I lost one of the hor d’oeuvres and burned my hand on the grill when I went to turn the pork. I think Rina was impressed.
After cleaning the kitchen – perhaps the biggest task - we were sitting together on the couch, smoking and listening to holiday music. We were so full we couldn’t move.
“Not bad for a googly-eyed blind girl, do you think?”
“Not bad for a gourmet chef who’s sighted!” she exclaimed. “You’ve taken well to your handicap. So well that it isn’t much of a handicap anymore.”
“Really?” I asked. “How so?”
“Well, I know you’d prefer to be able to see. I suppose anyone would. But your being sightless no longer prevents you from doing about anything you want to.”
“But …” I started to say; she interrupted me right away.
“Oh, I understand that most things now take longer, but you can do pretty much anything but drive and fly an airplane. And I’ll bet with good voice guidance, you could fly a plane. For that matter, given the growing capability for cars to take care of themselves, you’ll probably be able to drive in a few years.”
That took me aback for a moment. I think she could tell, and quickly covered her remarks.
“Of course, you’ll be able to see well before then, but I was speaking figuratively.”
“I understand,” I said. She’d paid me a true compliment, which had made me proud.
“I could never have cooked this dinner. You are a genuine artist, and an awesome woman. I’m so glad to be with you.”
“You know that I love you, Rina.”
“I know, and I feel that way towards you. I love you, Alie.”
“I’m grateful to my blindness for bringing us together, like I’ve told you before. Now, it’s time for me to expand upon that: I’d rather be blind for life, than to never have met you.”
“If that’s what it took,” Rina said, “I’m also glad that you’re blind. That sounds awful to say, but I’m glad nonetheless.”
“I understand and I agree with you.”
We listened to more Christmas music and then went to bed and had our second dessert. Rina didn’t even try to fill me like Rocco had. Instead, she made me feel like a woman in bed with the woman she loves.
It worked.
**********
On Christmas morning it was cold outside, with a couple inches of snow on the ground. River’s Edge only has a white Christmas about one year out of seven, so it was lucky that year, though I could only feel it, not see it. If the fates were with me next year at this time, I might be able to actually see something.
It probably would be raining.
The thought of that was absolutely fine. I’d love to see the rain. Or anything else.
Rina told me that right then it was completely sunny with a bright, blue sky. We smoked and drank coffee and then opened our presents.
Rina insisted that I go first. She handed me a small box that fit in my hand.
“You’ve gotta guess what it is.” I could tell she was excited.
“A pair of shoes.”
“Ha, ha. Guess.”
“Jewelry. Earrings?”
”Close … no cigar.”
I went ahead and opened it. The lid of the box opened back and I felt for what was inside.
It was a necklace with a round, flat pendent that was about an inch in diameter. Both surfaces of the coin-shaped pendant were raised in high relief. I carefully felt one side. I read braille a lot and there were tiny braille letters along the top of the rim. They didn’t make sense. Then I realized that I might have the pendant upside down. I rotated it 180 degrees and read the letters. “Alie,” they spelled out. I felt the raised part of the coin that covered most of the surface of that side.
“It’s a picture of me!” I exclaimed, delighted. I could feel the face and the tight curls of the embossed image. I felt the other side. It was unmistakably Rina, and it said so below the image.
“This is awesome!” I exclaimed. “We’re two sides of the same coin!”
“Exactly! I knew you’d get it! Just so you know, it’s 18 carat gold on the outside, with a white-gold chain. But the coin is three-colors of gold. The coin itself is yellow, the image is white gold, and the names are a copper-colored gold.”
I threw my arms around her and kissed her. “It’s a wonderful gift, Rina! How did you ever get it made?”
“I found a jeweler who makes custom pieces and we talked about it. It’s a husband-wife shop. The wife came up with this idea and the husband made it. I’ve had it a couple of weeks.”
“It must have cost a fortune. You shouldn’t have spent so much.”
“Nonsense. I wanted to. I don’t want to hear anything else about cost. I want you to cherish it.”
“I do. It’s the most meaningful gift I’ve ever received. Thank you so much! I love you, Rina, I truly do.”
“And I love hearing you say that. You know - I’m sure you know - like I said last night, that I love you too.”
“I thought so. You told me and I believed you.”
“Well I do! I love you Alie!” We hugged and kissed again. I turned around so Rina could put the pendant on me.
“Do it so your picture is in the front,” I asked her. After she fastened the clasp, I started getting teary and kissed her again. “Thank you so much!”
“You’re very, very welcome. I’m so glad you came into my life, Alie.”
“Me too. Okay, here’s my gift to you.” I reached behind me and pulled a wrapped box from under a pillow. “I’m afraid it doesn’t measure up to yours.”
“I’m willing to bet that it does. Did you wrap this? You really did a good job.”
“Yeah, for a blind girl.”
“No, for anyone. I like the brown paper with the bright green ribbon.”
“What?”
“I’m kidding.” The gift was wrapped in a dark blue and white Christmas print with a navy blue ribbon. Or that’s what I’d been told when I’d bought the paper and the ribbon.
“Okay, you got me. Now guess.”
“Looks like a shoe box. So I’ll guess … shoes!”
“Not even close. Try again.”
“A new car.”
“Wow!” I said, “It is a remote-controlled toy car! How did you guess?”
“Huh? A toy car? Really?”
“Of course not. There. We’re even. Go ahead and open it.”
Inside was a smaller box, then another and then another. “I guess it’s a collection of boxes. They’re very nice boxes.”
“Yeah, right.” I felt around, to see where she was. “Open that one.”
Inside it was a folded envelope. I heard Rina tear it open. “There are two tickets to Grand Cayman! And two weeks at the Ritz-Carlton on Seven Mile Beach!”
“I’ve already cleared the dates with Uptown Disability Services and the Jolly Roger. We go
on January 18th for 15 days. I’m hoping you’ll take me along.”
“Duh … but this really DID cost a fortune! You shouldn’t have spent so much.”
“I have lots of money. More than I need. What’s the good of having it if you can’t share it with the one you love?”
“This is great! We’re gonna have a blast! Thank you, Alie!”
“You’re welcome. Merry Christmas, Rina.”
“Merry Christmas, Alie.” She held me and we kissed for a long while, which led to other things …
**********
By early afternoon, I was feeling antsy and out-of sorts.
“This happens every time you’re not at work for a day or two,” Rina said. “Are you nervous about what might happen when you’re not there?”
“I don’t think so,” I said. “Of course, there’s no telling what Roger might do – but that’s the same whether or not I’m there. I suppose it’d be worse if it happened when I was off, and I didn’t find out about it for a couple of days. But the Jolly Roger is closed today. Nothing is gonna happen.”
“Then I think there’s only one thing it can be,” Rina stated frankly.
“Huh?”
“Whatever Roger Junior is shooting you up with every working day - you’re hooked on it.”
“I don’t think that’s true. Is it?”
“We’ll see.”
The next day I was beside myself. The following day, a Thursday, the day before I danced again, was hell on earth. I was anxious, in pain, quivering half the time, sick, and ready to jump off a tall building.
“You’ve gotta find out what Roger is giving you.”
I went to the Jolly Roger as soon as I was up and around on Friday. Rina had offered to take me, but I had told her to go home last night as planned because she had to be back at work that morning. I had to take a cab; I could barely walk. I was so distracted I couldn’t use my cane properly. I hurt!
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