Happiness, when it is so needed

Happiness, when it is so needed.

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My story should begin with the fact that I am an orphanage kid who got lucky. Born into a complete family, at the age of 8 I ended up in an orphanage. I won't go into details of how that happened, as it has no relation to what I want to tell you about…

I settled into the orphanage quite well. I had good relationships with my comrades and caregivers, and overall our group was pretty good. We were also often supported by the city administration. In short, until I was 14, I studied, grew up, lived, and didn't grieve there.

Until one day, a 27-year-old

girl came to us to adopt a teenager. To me, that seemed strange.

We took turns talking to her over a couple of months, though I can't say our communication was built in any particular way. I was skeptical towards her; overall, I was content and didn't need adoption. Moreover, her interactions with the other guys, in my opinion, were much more harmonious.

However, after those two months, her choice fell on me.

I was quite surprised by this. We had a rather frank conversation where I directly told her I didn't need adoption and that my life completely suited me.

To which she replied that she wasn't going to pry into my soul, teach me about life, or try to become a mom, since I was already a grown guy. We would live together in her one-room apartment and help each other as much as we could, and perhaps this would at least somewhat help me become a successful person.

After thinking for about three weeks, I agreed, trying to convince myself it was some sort of chance. It took another 3 months to process all the documents, and when everything was ready, she came to pick me up in her car—I remember it was a Lada 9. I loaded my things into it, and we drove to my new home.

She had a very cozy one-room apartment with a kitchen, a combined bathroom, and a balcony.

Meanwhile, she enrolled me in school, and I found myself a cushy side job that allowed me to support myself and sometimes even help her.

At some point, I realized that life on the outside was much more interesting than in the orphanage. I had many more life options, which made me feel even happier.

About a year passed since I moved into my new home. I treated her like an older friend, and that's how it was until I hit puberty…

It should be noted that it started for me later than for my peers. At a time when my friends were already actively showing attention to girls, I treated them simply as comrades and didn't understand the fuss around them.

But one day, everything changed. I started showing interest in pretty girls, started looking back at them, evaluating them, distinguishing one from another by the beauty of their figure. In short, my attitude towards girls fundamentally changed.

But the main thing was that I noted the beauty and sexiness of my friend.

She had long, slender legs, moderately developed hips, a toned pear-shaped butt that looked extremely appetizing in any clothing, a narrow waist, and size 2 breasts. Very quickly, I realized I wanted her.

I was ashamed of my desire, so I started avoiding her a bit. I didn't know how she would react if she found out about my desire; I didn't want to cause her any negative emotions, as she was very kind and gentle with me.

She noticed my distance and even tried to talk to me about it, but I explained it away as slight fatigue from work and school, and she pretended to believe me.

I tried to build relationships with different girls, but because I was 16 and lacked experience, we never went beyond petting. Several years passed like this.

One day at dinner, she asked me if I had a steady girlfriend or at least a girl I liked. I got embarrassed and said no, also lying that girls didn't concern me.

To which she replied that I was already a grown man and that showing attention to girls and wanting them was normal and natural. I got even more embarrassed by her words, but she took my hand and said I could share anything with her and she would always understand and support me. I thanked her but acted shyly. I wanted her so much that I felt uneasy because she was sitting next to me and touching me.

She took very good care of herself, her figure, exercised, and looked very appetizing. After her figure, the figures of my girlfriends seemed different.

Strangely enough, after talking with her, I felt a bit better, but as it turned out, not for long.

The thing is, before, she used to walk around the house in a regular cotton tracksuit. Now, she started wearing light home dresses, which were often significantly above her knees.

She explained it by the arrival of spring and that the tracksuit had become too hot for her. I pretended it didn't matter to me and that I was happy with whatever was comfortable for her.

In reality, I constantly admired her legs and knees, paying special attention when she bent over or crossed her legs.

But the real heat was yet to come. Later, she switched from dresses to t-shirts. As you can imagine, the t-shirts were shorter than the shortest dresses. And now I was the one getting hot. Any of her movements around the house revealed her most tantalizing places to me.

Sometimes, just a tiny bit of her butt peeked out from under the t-shirts, and considering she wore thongs that disappeared into her buttocks, it looked very erotic.

But the length of the t-shirts also started decreasing day by day. If before I only saw the very bottom part of her butt, now I could often admire much larger fragments of it.

Sometimes the t-shirts barely reached her waist, and I could see her juicy butt entirely in just thin thongs!

And when she bent over doing household chores, I boiled with excitement. My view opened to her pussy, hidden by the thin, semi-transparent fabric of her panties; it was very neat.

One evening, as we were getting ready for bed and I was already lying down, she wanted to get things from the top shelves of the wardrobe. The wardrobe stood next to the bed, and I saw her from below. But that wasn't all; she squatted to pick up a fallen item, and her butt and pussy ended up very close to me. I was examining them so closely for the first time. It was impossible to convey the degree of my excitement; I hid my rock-hard erection as best I could.

It should be clarified that her apartment had only one bed, so we slept together. She always slept in a semi-transparent nightgown, but recently she stopped wearing panties at night. This started after she began wearing t-shirts at home.

One morning, I woke up earlier than her. It was getting light; a ray of light came through the slightly open curtain, pleasantly illuminating the room. She was still sleeping, lying partly on her stomach, partly on her side, with her back to me, legs half-bent. But the main thing was that her already short nightgown had ridden up above her waist, so I saw her completely naked butt and her neat labia. They looked incredible and absolutely innocent.

My penis became reinforced concrete. After looking at her for a while, I decided to carefully touch her labia. Gathering courage, I touched her near the clitoris and started moving my finger upward, sliding between her lips, slightly increasing pressure on them.

My finger froze inside her. It was the first time I had touched a girl in such an intimate place; that alone caused me strong excitement, and on top of that, I was afraid she would wake up.

Inside, she was very warm and wet. Even my finger was noticeably squeezed by her, and it was pleasurable. What sensations I would have experienced inserting my penis into her were impossible to even imagine.

About 30 seconds passed. Slightly emboldened, I started playing with her, turning my finger in different directions. Suddenly, I saw her start to stir slightly. I thought I was caught; she would wake up now, and I would die of shame. But I was lucky; after turning slightly, she continued sleeping. I carefully pulled my finger out of her. The hole left by my finger in her lips began to slowly close.

I lay on my back and stayed like that for about five minutes. Sleep was completely gone.

After that, completely crazed with excitement, I decided to simply place the head of my penis against her labia. Initially, I planned only to touch and nothing more. But desires have a way of growing as they are achieved. Touching the head to her lips, I started moving along them, just as I had done with my finger a few minutes earlier. Deliberately avoiding getting close to the entrance point, afraid of waking her.

I was in wild euphoria. I watched and couldn't believe my penis was inside her vagina. With light movements, I started moving back and forth.

My hands were trembling; I felt like I was at the peak of happiness.

I couldn't insert it deeper, but what I managed was quite enough.

After moving my penis inside her for a little over a minute, I felt pulsations coming from my balls. I abruptly pulled it out of her and aimed it at the ceiling; a huge fountain of sperm drenched our entire bed. I felt exhausted and fell asleep.

When I finally woke up and opened my eyes, it was already fully light. She was lying next to me reading a book. Seeing me awake, she smiled, wished me good morning, and asked how I slept. I replied that I always slept wonderfully with her. Glancing down her legs, I was horrified to discover a huge dried splotch of my sperm just below her left buttock.

Trying not to look there anymore, worried she would notice, I started asking her about how her sleep was.

To which she said she had slept unusually well. After that, I decided to nap a little more, lying on my side facing her. She probably thought I was asleep since she couldn't see my face, but I was dozing, occasionally opening my eyes. And suddenly I noticed her left hand reaching for her pussy. The next moment, I saw her insert a finger into herself, accompanied by a sound now familiar to me. She seemed to be checking something inside herself. I was afraid she might realize there had been forbidden penetration inside her. But soon she pulled her finger out, got out of bed, flashing her butt and labia one last time, adjusted her nightgown, and went to the bathroom. The evening passed as usual, and I concluded she hadn't found out anything.

A few days later, during dinner as we sat at the table, she got a work-related call. She ran to the room to get paper and a pen to write something down. Returning and continuing to talk on the phone, she sat right on me. I was only in my underwear. It was the first time; I don't know if she did it accidentally, distracted by the conversation, or on purpose.

That evening, she was in a short top and thong.

During the conversation, she was quickly writing something down, while her butt rubbed against my penis.

I instantly got aroused; it felt like my dick was about to explode.

Just imagine, she was sitting on my erection with her perfect, naked, and super-appetizing ass. My penis, passing between her buns and propping up her pussy from below, pressed against it and stuck its head out between her legs.

I didn't know what to do in this situation, so I just sat there while my penis rubbed against her during her movements.

Finally, she finished the call. A pause hung in the air. She slowly lowered her head and saw my smoking erection sticking out from her crotch.

With a slow movement, she took the head of my penis in her hands and gently started playing with it, while also moving her hips and turning me on even more. Taking my hand, she guided it into her panties. Following the familiar route, I started playing with her pussy, no longer afraid of being caught like the first time.

This went on for about a minute, after which she abruptly stood up and told me to wait for her in bed, while she went to the bathroom.

I undressed and lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, not moving. She was in the bathroom for no more than 10 minutes, but that time felt like an eternity.

Finally, she came out. My heart was pounding as if I had run 100 km non-stop. At the mere sound of her exiting the bathroom, I got hard as a rock again.

The light was off; outside, it was late April, getting dark. She was in a short lace nightgown and panties.

She didn't waste time. Sitting on the bed, she swung her leg over me, took my penis in her hand, and without removing her panties, started inserting it into herself.

My brain was so switched off that I didn't even pay attention to the fact she was trying to insert my penis without taking off her panties. Later, I learned they were special panties with a hole in the vaginal area.

Meanwhile, the head of my penis began to sink inside. She was very wet, but despite that, it was very tight inside her, and I progressed slowly.

It should be noted my average size: length 19 cm and girth 20 cm.

Finally, the head of my penis completely disappeared inside her. I felt like I hit something, but at the same moment, my penis sank much deeper into her, as if entering another room. After that, my invasion of her pussy progressed faster.

She was sitting on me in the cowgirl position, moaning loudly with her eyes rolled back, methodically increasing the amplitude of her movements.

I put my hands on her butt, squeezing her cheeks, took the initiative as much as I could, and started controlling her movements, sinking deeper and deeper into her.

Just a few days ago, I couldn't even dream of touching her intimate places. I admired the string of her thong disappearing into her crotch. Just an hour ago, I couldn't even dream of having sex with her.

And now she was sitting on my penis and wanting it deeper and deeper, while I was groping her juicy ass and all other places I could reach, powerfully thrusting my rock-hard erection into her. I was filled with such euphoria that I couldn't express these sensations in words.

She was in pain, and I was feeling good, so it didn't bother me at all. I only wanted one thing: to get as deep inside her as possible.

At some point, I felt my penis head hit something inside her. She cried out and tried to rise, but I didn't let her. Grabbing her even more roughly, I started impaling her on my penis harder and harder. In the end, I was in her up to my balls. She was bouncing on me, up and quickly down, moaning loudly with her head thrown back.

This continued for a few more moments until my penis began to boil. At that moment, it became especially tight inside her, and the next instant, I started pumping her full of my sperm. It felt like I shot into her about 5 times. There was so much sperm that it gushed out of her even before her pussy slid off my penis.

She froze but continued sitting on me. It was all over.

After that, she started rising very slowly to finally get off my penis. It came out of her with a loud smack. Before sex, it was shiny and smooth; now it was covered in her secretions and my sperm but still stood, having softened just a bit. It was the first time I saw it in such a state. She covered her hole with her palm to prevent the sperm from leaking out and ran to the bathroom. I immediately fell asleep and slept until morning.

In the morning, I woke up in an incredibly wonderful mood; it seemed I had never been so happy before. She had woken up earlier and was already preparing breakfast in the kitchen. I came up from behind, hugged her possessively, she turned around, and we started kissing. I instantly got aroused. Taking her by the hair, I started bending her over; she got on all fours. Her large, gorgeous butt was calling with enormous force. I pulled down her panties; her neat labia were waiting for