Extraordinary

There was a period in my life when I worked for a crew installing internet in a private residential area. One winter, we were running a cable to a fairly affluent house. While two guys worked outside, my partner and I went inside. The homeowner led us through a large room where his wife and their son, about 18, were sitting, then through a hallway, and finally into a room, most of which was taken up by a large bed and a computer desk, next to which stood a wheelchair. "This is where," said the homeowner, "the cable will come in, and this is also where the main computer is."

A girl was lying on the bed. Very beautiful and... I don't even know how to say it correctly.

That something was not quite right with her health was immediately apparent. Slightly bulging eyes. Legs barely visible under the blanket. And then it turned out she didn't speak very clearly either, and her arms were slightly twisted. But, at the same time, she simply glowed. She radiated some kind of positive energy. While we were laying out our tools, while we waited for our partners to bring the cable inside, while we were soldering it. All this took longer than it should have.

My partner was nervous because we were already running late for the next client, but I, during that time, got to know the girl. As soon as we finished soldering the fiber optic, my colleague started quickly packing up the tools and told me I'd have to configure the equipment myself. I wasn't really good at it, but for him to stay with me meant a loss of earnings, so he quickly scribbled all the necessary information right on the router box and ran off. The homeowner immediately came in instead and started giving advice on what to plug in where. Fortunately, he was in a hurry to get to work and quickly left me alone.

We were left alone, the girl and I. In the time I had already been in that room, some kind of mutual understanding had already been established between us. She even started talking more easily and much more clearly, and her smile became even brighter. I learned that her name was Marina, that she really needed the internet because it was her only connection to the world. I was too shy to ask what was wrong with her, and she didn't say. I had been openly flirting with her right in front of my partner, luckily he was very tired and while we waited for our colleagues to bring the cable inside, he sat on a chair and dozed off. And then suddenly we were alone. I was setting up the computer. It wasn't working for a long time. I had to call my partner a few times and distract him from his other job. But finally, I got it all done.

Getting up from the desk, I walked over to her bed, moved the sheet aside, and sat down next to her. The girl looked at me and smiled. I wanted to caress her, and, I don't know why, but I didn't hold back—I ran my hand over her cheek and through her hair. She still smiled and looked at me. Then I made up my mind. I leaned over her and kissed Marinochka. Right on the lips. She didn't respond, but she didn't resist either. And when I pulled away from her, I saw that she was still smiling and looking at me. And that's when something inside me flipped. If before I had looked at her simply as a good person, after the kiss I suddenly realized that lying in front of me was a very beautiful girl.

Marisha was wearing a thin t-shirt and covered with a blanket up to her waist. And I suddenly saw that she had nothing on under the t-shirt. And her large nipples were straining the fabric. Her breasts were very large, I'm afraid to be wrong, but probably a third size, and considering that she herself was very thin, this beauty looked even more impressive. My dick got hard instantly. Now I leaned over her again. I kissed her neck, then lightly ran my tongue behind her ear, and after that kissed her lips. With my hands, I took hold of her magnificent tits and squeezed them quite firmly, then started playing with her nipples right through the fabric of the t-shirt. Again, I got no reaction from her. Marina didn't push me away, but she didn't say she liked it either. Only her smile became different. Now she looked at me with surprise and as if asking: "And what's next?"

And next, I took her hand and placed it on my crotch. And again, the only answer was her smile. She didn't remove her hand, but she also didn't try to feel my dick through the fabric of my pants. I had never had girls who behaved like that in a similar situation. Apparently, she simply didn't know what to do next, and I made up my mind—I unzipped my fly and set my dick free. It's quite large with a big head. Not something to be ashamed to show a girl. "Well, what do you think of it?" I asked. But Marinka remained silent in response.

— Is this the first time you're seeing something like this?

The girl nodded.

— Do you like it?

Marisha looked at me somewhat uncertainly and smiled again. I took her hand and wrapped her fingers around the tense flesh. Her hands were cool, and this created a simply wild contrast with my hot dick and intensified my already strong arousal.

— Marishenka, squeeze it tighter.

The girl tried to do it, but obviously was afraid to use all her strength, or maybe she couldn't. Her squeezing was barely noticeable. But I praised her anyway: "That's it, my clever girl. You know what to do next, don't you?" Marisha was squeezing my cock, but at the same time was afraid to look me in the eyes.

— You do watch porn sometimes, don't you? You're already a grown-up girl.

Marishka quickly glanced at me and immediately lowered her eyes even further. It was clear she was very embarrassed by the situation itself, but even more so by the conversation. And about the porn, I think I guessed right.

— Come on, my good girl, take it in your mouth. I reinforced my words by moving her light body closer to me. And, miracle!!!, Marishenka opened her mouth. She really was going to take the cock with her lips, but she couldn't manage it—it was too hard for her to reach it. Then I took the girl by the armpits, lifted her, and bending her at the waist, lowered her sweet head right onto my cock. Hot as it was, Marinochka's mouth was even hotter. Of course, she didn't know how to do anything.

And I practically had to do all the movements myself—lifting and lowering her head. The girl didn't say a word. Calmly accepted the swollen head into her mouth and just as obediently released it. I understood this was her first experience and so decided to give her a break. Carefully lifting her, I sat her back on the pillow. She looked at me with wide eyes. It was clearly visible what a serious shock this sudden oral sex was for her. Her mouth was slightly open, she was breathing rapidly, and a bright blush spread across her cheeks. I couldn't help but admire this girl.

And, what luck, right at that moment I heard footsteps in the hallway. Quickly stuffing my cock into my pants, I had only half managed to zip up my fly when the door opened and her mother came in: "Are you finished already?"

Mom asked a couple more insignificant questions. Wished me to finish up quickly and left. And only after that did I almost feel sick for real. Only extreme luck can explain not being caught right at the moment when I was pulling her daughter's mouth onto my cock. My hand involuntarily reached for my heart area, trying to calm it and slow its frantic beating. Marinka looked at me and smiled. And again her smile replaced all the words another girl would have said in a similar situation.

This time she smiled cheerfully and somehow mischievously, her eyes read: "Aha! Got scared! You think I'm not? I'm very scared too, but it all worked out. You can take it out and we'll continue." I took out my cock, but nothing remained of its former magnificence. From the stress experienced, it had deflated and no longer seemed so formidable. Still, I decisively pulled the girl's head towards it, and she obediently took it in her mouth.

Marinka sucked, of course, very poorly, but the situation itself was a turn-on, so I quickly got hard again and started moving her head more actively, trying to push deeper into the girl's mouth. At the same time, I squeezed her wonderful breasts with all my might. After a while, we adapted very well to the oral sex. I would impale Marinka on the shaft, lightly pressing down on her. And she, as soon as it became hard for her, would press her palm against my leg, as if trying to push me away.

At first, it was hard for her to take it deep, but Marisha adapted to it very quickly. Literally after a few strokes, I realized the head was slipping into her throat, which pleasantly tickled it. The time I could keep my cock in her mouth also increased—if at first it was seconds, then later she learned to hold her breath a little. And she only asked to be lifted when she needed to take a deeper breath and swallow the abundant saliva. Of course, it was hard for me to relax—I had to listen carefully for sounds in the hallway, but Marinka's mouth was working wonders. I felt that just a little more and I would fill this wonderful girl.

At the moment of orgasm, I pressed her head right against my pubic bone and tried to penetrate as deep as possible into her throat. The girl pushed against me with her palm, then even hit me lightly, but immediately went limp. I got scared—what if she suffocates—and jerked her head off my cock. I poured the last two streams of cum right onto her nose and chin. Fortunately, the girl didn't suffocate. Dazed and smeared with saliva and cum, she looked at me with wild eyes. Her mouth was slightly open, and she was breathing deeply and rapidly.

Of course, I could have done everything by force, and I think she probably wouldn't have screamed, but... I didn't want to go against her. Realizing I couldn't persuade her, I hugged Marina, laid her on my lap, and quickly slid my hand under the blanket—trying to reach her pussy and caress her at least with my hands. Marisha gasped, tried to push me away, but the strength was unequal. Getting a little tangled in the long t-shirt, I slid over her pubic mound, covered in wonderful, silky-feeling hair, and inserted a finger between her wet lips.

The large clitoris was found immediately. I made just a few movements over it when the girl suddenly took a sharp breath, bent, then swiftly straightened and arched. But then she curled up again into a ball, all of Marishka's body tensed, then relaxed, then tensed-relaxed again, and so on several more times. Then the girl softly but decisively pushed my hand away and rolled off my knees onto her back. She looked at the ceiling and had a detached look.

She evoked amazing feelings in me, and looking into Marisha's eyes, I told her how good it was with her, what a wonderful girl she was, and how great it was that she existed in the world. And Marinka smiled and looked at me.

— I really hope we'll see each other again.

"Yeah," was all she said.

But how do you meet up with her? You can't just ring the doorbell and tell her parents: Hello, I've come to fuck your daughter. For a while, I often walked down their street, but behind the high fence, nothing was visible.

And what could I see—after all, I knew that Marinka most often lay in her room, and only in the summer was she seated on a bench in the yard. Besides, I was in such a hurry when I left her that I forgot to even get her email address. I thought I remembered her last name, but when I started looking for her on social networks, I realized I was wrong.

Marinka, if you're reading these lines (I know 99% of your life is spent online), know that you are simply a wonderful girl. And I was very glad to have communicated with you and regret that I cannot continue our communication.