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To all who read and commented on A World Of My Own, thank you. Your feedback was greatly appreciated. For those who asked that I continue that story I must apologize. I just kind of lost track of the plot and I just haven’t been able to get it back. Maybe this time will be better. All comments are welcome. Any advise on how to be a better writer will be accepted with great appreciation. Please vote and comment.
Chapter 1: The Blessing & Rebirth
If you could have anyone you wanted, whenever you wanted, anywhere you wanted them, would you feel blessed? Well, I could and I did feel blessed. But for every blessing there is a price to pay and the full cost is never really know until it’s incurred.
I grew up in a fairly normal way in a mid-sized city nestled in the mountains of Tennessee. I was sandwiched between two sisters, one a year older and the other a year younger. Both are absolutely gorgeous but I’ll save the detailed description for later.
Our Mom married and started having children at 16 so she is still fairly young and has kept herself in excellent shape. But, it’s her personality that is the real measure of her. She infects all around her with a feeling of warmth and joy. Her openness and sense of humor light up any room and her stunning good looks, though understated, draw everyone into her joyous circle.
Dad was in many ways exactly like Mom. Folks just wanted to be around him and as a child it seemed perfectly natural to see folks drawn to him like moths to a flame. I had no idea then, just why he drew such attention. All I knew is we were treated more like royalty then seemed natural and I loved it.
It was late August when our world was shattered. Dad loved piloting small planes and at 15 he began teaching me to fly. It was a consuming experience to be able to take control and fly with the birds. We spent hours together soaring through the skies over Tennessee, testing the limits of our plane and just enjoying the freedom of life among the clouds.
This was one of those glorious days where the bright blue sky seemed limitless. Not a single cloud marred the infinite beauty on this day and we were soaring and diving like eagles. The aircraft was responding like it was a part of us as we threaded our way through a series of narrow mountain passes and our exhilaration was at its peak when it suddenly happened. The gods must have thought we were having just a bit too much fun.
Clear air turbulence is nothing new to any seasoned pilot and Dad certainly was at least that experienced, but this was different. This was vicious. An angry god reached down and delivered a full throttle punch to the solar plexus. Suddenly the air was gone. Suddenly the sky turned black. Suddenly my world was shattered.
It was two years before I returned to the world of the living. It was two years lost and not a single memory beyond the Moment we hit the ground. I had been comatose and Dad was gone. No one was really sure why I wasn’t dead as well and there were more than a few times I’d wished I were. How can I possibly explain this? In an instant I went from soaring with eagles next to a father I adored to being bed ridden and fatherless and this instant lasted two years. But remember, I was blessed.
For the next year I endured the most rigorous rehabilitation. I had to learn from scratch how to control my body. Muscles that had been toned and perfectly functional were now turned to mush. Each day brought new challenges and each day was thankfully blessed with new successes. Mom and my sisters guided me, and prodded me and rebuilt my spirit and love of life. Two of my favorite teachers volunteered to help me catch up on my education and by the end of the year I was, quite remarkably, so far ahead that I was able to enter college a junior. By the time of my 19th birthday I was back to being me and more, and that’s when I began to become aware of my true blessing. I also began to become aware of a certain lack of inhibition.
Ms. Cavanaugh was one of those teachers that had brought me through my ordeal. At 36, she had been married and divorced and had no children. She stood at 5 foot 5 and was a very fit 110 pounds. Her hair was naturally streaky blond, lustrous and long. Her body was perfectly proportioned, with firm 36c breasts, thin waist and a near perfect heart-shaped ass. With each passing day my strength grew alongside my lustful fantasies.
I was almost totally inexperienced before the accident. I had had a girlfriend but we’d never gotten past second base. I’m not even sure I knew where second base was. Having missed my formative years should have left me somewhat clueless even now but I was being guided by some supernatural influence that left me certain of exactly what I wanted and Ms. Cavanaugh had everything required to satisfy those desires.
Having realized what I wanted I began to notice certain signs that seemed to suggest Ms. Cavanaugh knew what I needed and wanted to meet my needs. I also began to wonder how much of what I thought I was detecting as desire was just my over active imagination projecting. Were her light strokes along my arms and neck just simple friendly caresses or were they a window into her lustful heart? Was she brushing past me so I could get a sense of how firm her breasts were or was she just trying to pass by while I was being inconsiderate in not stepping aside? These and other doubts clouded my conscious thoughts while my inner self became more and more confident that I was correctly reading her true desires. Remember that growing lack of inhibition I mentioned earlier? I realized the only way to test the truth of my observances was to be direct and I felt totally free to do exactly that.
I had just gotten a series of college entrance offers and with little surprise, I was accepted and offered scholarships to all those I applied to. In fact, I received two from colleges I had not applied to. It was time to celebrate and all the folks who had helped with my recovery were invited to join the festivities. It was August again and a perfect day for a party in the backyard. We set out tables around the pool, hired a band, booked one of the areas best caterers and hired a few local folks with bartending talent. As much as I was looking forward to the party it was only second on my list of the day’s priorities. I decided this was the day I was going to loose my virginity and Ms. Cavanaugh was going to be my loyal assistant.
She arrived right on time and was looking radiant in her yellow flowered sundress with spaghetti straps and a v-cut above her breasts to show just the right amount of cleavage. The dress was cut short, displaying her near perfect legs and falling just below the downward curve of her perfect ass. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and her makeup was subtly enticing. In short, she was a vision and I was a horny 19-year-old virgin. It was time to make things right in the world.
“Hey Ms. Cavanaugh, how’s it going.” I took her in my arms and hugged her more intimately than I had ever done before.
There was a certain sparkle in her eyes as I released her, took her hand and lead her toward the pool and Mom.
“I’m doing great Kenny. Congratulations. I knew you were going to get lots of offers. But, once again you amaze me. I never thought you would get so many and all with full scholarships. You are remarkable.”
“So are you Savannah.” She hesitated for a second, as this was the first time I had ever called her by her first name.
We had reached Mom and both women greeted each other warmly and Mom once again thanked her for all her help. The two had become very close friends over the past year. In fact, Mom had told me more than a few times that they had become more like sisters.
I was impatient. I had needs that had to be satisfied and Mom and Savannah had all day to talk.
“Mom, I need to talk to Savannah for a bit. We’re going to go up to my room
. Keep everyone happy until I come back.” Mom hesitated for a Moment while Savannah just seemed to get this puzzled look.
“Try not to be too long Kenny, Remember, you’re the guest of honor.”
I took Savannah’s hand once again and started to lead her back to the house.
“What is it that we need to talk about? Is there a problem? “ She seemed truly concerned rather than taken aback by my directness.
“Nothing terrible, I promise. I’ll explain inside.” I quickened my pace and before she knew it we were in my room and I had closed the door.
“Savannah, there is one last thing I need you to help me with and for this particular problem I can’t imagine a better person to help me through this.” I was remarkably calm as I led her to my bed and drew her down to sit with me.
“You know me Kenny. I’ve been helping you for a year now and I have loved every minute of it. Tell me how I can help and you know I’ll do whatever I can.”
“You’ve been great I can’t imagine having found a better tutor. The proof is in that pile of acceptance letters on my desk. But, there’s one more thing I need to learn and I want to learn it with you.”
I think it was starting to dawn on her but she was not going to volunteer. She seemed to suddenly become a shy little girl. I was going to have to tell her what I wanted and I had no qualms about doing exactly that.
“I am a 19-year-old virgin who is horney as hell and you are a beautiful and sexy women who I have be fantasizing about for a long time now. I want you and need you to teach me how to be as good a lover as I am a student.”
She looked like a deer caught in the headlights. She just stared at me with her mouth hanging open for what seemed like forever. I knew I had to wait for her to respond but the wait was excruciating. I almost jumped too soon.
She stammered the first few words before she gained some control.
“Kenny, I don’t know what to say. I mean I’m flattered that you think I’m beautiful and that you want me to be your first lover. I guess I should have seen it coming. I can be so blind sometimes. But this isn’t right. I’m much older than you and I don’t think your Mom would think very much of me if I did what you’re asking. She trusts me to do what’s right for you and I don’t want to betray that trust. I’m sorry Kenny, but this is something I don’t think I can do for you and I’m really scared that you are going to hate me for not helping.”
While I was listening to her tell me how she couldn’t help me I also became aware of a totally different conversation. This conversation was happening on a totally different plane it was so contrary to what my ears were hearing that I thought I was hallucinating. That was until I began to see signs of a physical response that seemed to mirror what this alternate conversation was relaying.
This alternate conversation went something like this:
“Jeez if he only knew how I’ve fantasized about him. How many times have I cum at the end of my own fingers wishing it were his cock instead. I’m getting wet just thinking about it. God, he’s gonna see my nipples getting hard and he’ll know. If he took me in his arms right now and hugged me like he did before I’d melt and do whatever he asked. I wish I could just let go.”
Those physical sings were exactly as the alternate voice described. Her nipples were now visible thought the material of her dress and a crimson hue was now spreading from her face to her neck and chest. Was I reading her mind? Were we somehow connected? These questions could wait. Right now I needed to be uninhibited. I pulled her to me and kissed her full on the lips and after just the slightest hesitation she gave in.
As her lips parted my tongue began to dance gently and slowly across her teeth and as the teeth parted my tongue snaked it’s way into her mouth seeking out her tongue. It didn’t take but a second for our tongues to meet and begin their mating ritual. I was savoring the warm, sweet taste of her mouth when I realized my left hand had found a will of it’s own and was now caressing the side of her right breast. I became aware of this as the result of the little moan that escaped her as my hand found its mark.
I tore myself away from that sweet mouth to explore her face, neck and shoulders with my lips as I took her breast fully in hand and began gently massaging it. Her nipple was like a small stone and goose bumps began dotting her arms as I took her nipple between my fingers and began to gently roll and tweak it. I think I figured out where second base is.
My right hand was now finding some purpose as it slowly lowered the zipper at the back of her dress and then eased each spaghetti strap off her shoulders. As her dress fell away I laid her down and allowed my kisses followed its fall and began exploring each breast and all the areas around them. They were marvelous, firm, lightly tanned (no tan lines but that didn’t register just yet), and capped with areolas the color of rouge and nipples that were firm and standing proudly. I slowly worked my way to each nipple, first teasing it with the tip of my tongue and eventually suckling it between my teeth and stroking it with the full length of my tongue. Her breathing quickened, as her hands drew my head into each breast, urging me to persevere.
It seemed that she wanted more pressure, more contact, a higher level of intensity so I took each nipple between my teeth and began to nibble and tweak each. My fingers worked the other nipple so neither was being denied. That was when it happened. Her arms flung out from her sides as each hand grabbed at the bedspread. Her back and neck arched up and her eyes began to flutter closed. Her breath suddenly caught and her body seemed to be jolted by some unseen force several times. Each new jolt brought a grunt and moan from deep down in her throat until she finally collapsed and started breathing again. I made her cum and I felt like a king.
It took a while for her to regain some of her composure and all the while I lay next to her and gently stroked her breasts. I figured it would be a good idea to keep up at least moderately stimulated or I would loose the advantage I had gained.
“Kenny, that was amazing! I have never had an orgasm like that. I mean, of course I’ve had orgasms but never just from someone playing with my breasts. You have to be kidding me. There’s no way that was the first time. “
“Savannah, I swear that was the first time and it was great. I was just doing what seemed natural. Now, are you going to help or not.”
Without another word she slid off the bed and settled between my legs. With practiced fingers she undid my belt, unbuttoned my pants and lowered the zipper. She deftly fished my cock out of my pants, drew my underwear below my balls and began kissing the head. I was hard as stone and already seeping a bit of precum, which she quickly licked clean before taking the head of my cock in her mouth. What a rush. Her hot mouth on my hard cock was almost too much. I was grasping for some measure of control and I was barely holding on. She seemed to sense the tension in my balls and pulled back. She spent the next 5 minutes kissing and licking every swollen inch of my cock and balls and even ventured down to my anus where her tongue tickled and danced lightly over my asshole. It was heaven and a blessing. While I enjoyed every second of her oral attention it help reduce the urgency I felt to cum so when she finally took me back in her mouth I was free to just enjoy.
She slowly worked my cock into her mouth one inch at a time until she met my pubic hair and I could feel her throat grasping at the head of my cock. That’s when she started to bob up and down in long luxurious strokes, all the while running her tongue in small circles around the underside of my staff. I was loosing it again and again I was grasping for some co
ntrol over the inevitable. Again she sensed the tension building and again she pull her mouth off my cock. However, this time was different.
“Don’t hold back Kenny. Let me make you cum. Let yourself go. I want to taste your cum. Please, let go for me.”
And with that said, she plunged back down the full length and my cock head was once again in the grasp of her throat. She took my balls in one hand and with the other she began to massage my asshole. I was a lost soul. There was no controlling this onslaught. She wanted my cum and I wanted to give it to her so I took her head in my hands and began pumping my cock in and out of her mouth. That’s all it took. It came on me in a flash of white light and before I knew what hit me I exploded. The first long rope of cum went straight down her throat. I was still pumping so the second rope laced her tongue. The third and forth were in her throat again and the final dribble fell just inside her lips. She swallowed every drop and kept sucking until she was absolutely certain she had gotten all of it.
“Wow” was all I could say. I was stunned into a profound sense of peace and wonderment. I had my first blowjob and it shook me to my very core. How much better could this get? How much more intense would fucking her pussy be? I was still hard when she pulled away, stood before me and hugged my head to her chest.
“That was great Kenny, Thank you. I’ve actually wanted to do that for a long time but I was afraid it would ruin everything if I told you. You tasted so good and you came so hard I couldn’t help myself. I know you wanted more but I just couldn’t hold back. I really needed to taste your cum. I needed to fell you explode in my mouth. Please don’t tell anyone but I’ve always had a thing for blowjobs. It just makes me wild.”
It made me pretty wild as well. Now that my breath had returned talking was again an option. “It was so intense I thought my whole head was going to explode. I never imagined it would be that intense. And I’m still hard so we can do plenty more.”
“Jeez, you’re a devil. You really are still hard. God. Listen, I’ll do everything you’ve been dreaming about but for now I think we better head back down to the party before folks start wondering if we’re ever going to return.”
I looked at my watch and was amazed to discover we had been at it for almost an hour. We really did need to get back to the party but before I went anywhere I need to do something about this hard on. There was no way it was going to remain discreetly tucked away in my pants given its current state.
“Why don’t you go ahead and I’ll follow in a bit. I think I need a quick shower.”
“Ok but don’t be too long. Oh, and one more thing, Please promise we’ll keep this just between us. I would die if your Mom found out.”
“Ok, I’ll keep the secret but you need to promise me something. Before this day is out I want all of you. I’ll be discreet but I am going to find an opportunity to pull you away at some point today. When I do, just trust me and promise you’ll come along.”
She didn’t hesitate… “I promise”, and with that and a quick kiss she ran off to the bathroom to fix herself up.
I headed to the other bathroom to do the same and before long we were both back to a party that was in full swing. Everyone we invited and a few more were there, the music was rocking, the dance floor was overflowing and the pool was one huge tangle of bodies in bathing suits.
I found Mom with her current boyfriend who I kind of liked. He was nothing like my dad but he was decent and Mom seemed to be really happy with him so he was Ok with me. He also help quite a bit during my rehabilitation and he was the one that set up my gym. He helped me build an exercise program and worked out with me on a regular basis. His efforts had me toned and actually looking better than I did before the crash so I was pretty appreciative.
Mom grabbed my hand and asked, “Where have you been? Everyone’s been asking about you. Is everything Ok?”
“It’s fine Mom. I just needed to talk through some things. Don’t worry. I’m fine. In fact, I’m great.” I was great. In fact, I was better than great. I just had my dick sucked for the very first time and before the day was out I was going to have that very same dick warmly ensconced in a beautiful pussy that was just waiting to be invaded. But for now, it was time to party.
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