Story So Far – Early days

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My name is not Treize, but this is what you may call me. I will of course identify myself if you chat with me. I was born in the mid-seventies when disabled people were not citizens unless their families cared. I have cerebral palsy, which affects my motor system. It contorts you over time and I’m pretty twisted in my body – and mind too. From an early age, I was told I wouldn’t lead a normal life. Doctors said that I would never walk, talk or communicate. True I can’t talk very well, but by the age of two, I could type. I needed my voice heard.I had very few friends, more friends were older than me – I learned that being kind was the way to go, especially if I smiled nicely. The days of my education were dull; I was kept away from everything that might harm me. Away from home I soon learned that I could be myself. My teachers all taught to a level I can only describe as subhuman.If I hear “The Wheels on the Bus” it makes me want to tear down the system. Burn it.As I got older, my education became college… flashing my drivers got me more than a wink, making them uncomfortable in the trouser department. The results got better and better. Before long, the door was being opened for me and fares being paid.I had a friend, Cath, in my year. She was the same age as me, plain but beautiful. We got on great, she loved all attention – got the attention, craved it all the way – and the boys knew it. By the time she was due to leave college she had told me of the conquests she had, which always turned me on.My other friend, a boy, was my best friend for years and still keeps in touch now. We never went out but we got called boyfriend and girlfriend mainly because he was one of the few that understood my speech. Cath had told me that he came on her hand after she touched him in Design class in college – she was such a dirty girl.I had already had the urges but never acted upon them with a person. As I lived with my parents, I couldn’t possibly have anyone around. I was much too shy and thought that no one would want to be with me, and also dad was a real grumpy bastard. I humped my pillow loads and tried a carrot, my hairbrush – even a pen.Then I found my mum’s little rubber bahis şirketleri dildo on her bed. It was cock shaped. I used that so much that I named him Michael. Mum knew that I had it – she knew I was enjoying it. I always put it back in her drawer, but after a while, she just left it in my underwear drawer, which was a lovely eighteenth birthday present. It went missing a few times – pretty sure it was because dad was a bit of a boring fart – but it always turned up tucked in my panties.One summer, in 1992, I was doing what I liked to do. My mum and dad were out and I always went topless in our garden as it wasn’t overlooked by anyone but my elderly neighbor. So I was in my shorts but no top; I have tiny tits but topless all the same. I could see that the curtains upstairs next door were twitching, but I took no notice – it was only Joe, probably just making sure I was okay, as he used to say… or so I thought. Nope! It turned out to be their niece (who was the same age as me) watching me. I only found out on my nineteenth birthday, when she told me that she always wanted to come and say hello, but she was as shy as me. I now wondered what she was doing up there, but can only guess. And she is now married to a beautiful woman. Damn! I miss opportunities so much.Chloe, one of our neighbors over the road came to visit me one day. She was a little strange – she was always talking about sex. She was the same age as me but bigger built – an almost-eighteen-year-old package of hot. We made a sun cover out of sheets as it was very hot. We were lying under the sunshade, both in bikinis. The conversation turned to sex, as it did most of the time with her – a little embarrassing for me as I only knew that my dildo made me go funny and I had to stop before it felt like I’d burst.So she was talking about how she rode her plastic banana and started to demonstrate. She was on her knees, her tight little bum towards me. She started rolling her hips, describing how it went into her and how it made her shake. Admittedly, I was damp. I dared not look down just in case my duck-egg-blue bikini was wet. She was there in front of me, riding the imaginary banana when she pulled her bahis firmaları bottoms to one side displaying her hairy, wet pussy. Chloe looked around at me and pretended to be shocked that I was staring at her pussy – she let her bikini cover back up her crotch, she turned to me and said, “Did you like that?”I blurted, “I’m not a lesbian!”She giggled and asked again.I said, “Yeah, it was okay – you are incredibly hairy.”She asked me if I had any hairs and before I could answer that I keep it trimmed, she had already hooked her fingers into my bottoms and whipped them to my knees, displaying my naked, shaved crotch. She started to bend closer – inspecting mum’s handiwork. I could feel myself throbbing… I could feel her breath… I could almost feel her lips against me.”Treize? Treize?” I could hear my dad shouting.She jumped up and ran out. I just got my bottoms up in time for my dad to pop round the corner. She walked up to dad, and said, “Hi!” in her cute ‘I’m sexy but you can’t touch me’ way. I’m sure my dad would have if she teased.That night my first real orgasm tore through me – enough to see my mum come to make sure I was okay. I told her I was dreaming; she teased that it must have been a good dream – my fingers were wet and the dildo was on the floor. She told me that she remembered her first proper orgasm, and I shouldn’t be ashamed, as hers was on the bus after sitting on the edge of the seat talking to her then-boyfriend, my father.Cath came to see me regularly; she always had some raunchy story about her conquests. That week, she announced that she had been seeing Terry – a teaching assistant who was twenty-eight. She told me all about how they fucked everywhere – outside, inside, in her mum’s bed, in his dad’s car. How she didn’t bother with knickers anymore, flashing me her lovely hairless cunt. Of course, she shaved it because he liked it smooth, but so did I. I fucked my cunt that night so much – couldn’t stop thinking about her bald pussy. Why was I so shy around her?Regrettably, it never went further with Cath. I always wished I had asked her to help me shave my pussy. She helped me with everything else – wiped me, pulled up my pants, etc, at college. kaçak bahis siteleri Just never went further, which is so sad.I was getting close to a taxi driver. He was much older – and I mean much; he didn’t do anything to force me. It was all me, encouraged by mum. She told me that if I had the urge, then maybe make it with someone who has the experience. I decided that I needed to tidy up – I had seen Cath’s baby smooth pussy and remembered her words about how her boyfriend liked it. As I can’t use my left hand much it’s difficult; I have to ask mum to help. The thought of my mum touching me in the most erotic of places wasn’t a very exciting prospect, ever. But she was always very good at it, so I closed my eyes and thought of Cath helping me. When she had finished, she smiled and said, “You’re ready.”I knew what she meant; she knew I knew. I went and showered – touched my smooth pussy, felt my lips without hairs, and moved round to my ass, so smooth, expertly trimmed by Mother Dear. I’d seen hers and she always called it her dolphin’s nose…hers always seemed to glisten. I finished in the bathroom and walked to my bedroom. On the way past my mum’s room, I could hear her moaning quietly, and when I whispered “Are you okay?” she gave a loud sigh and I could hear the bed-springs. She said, “Yes…” out of breath. “I’ll put it back when I’ve cleaned it.”I picked out the nicest pink thong I had and put on a short skirt and white top. I didn’t need a bra as at almost twenty I was the same size as I am today. Embarrassingly, I have to buy children’s clothes, and buying something nice is a bit crap. I digress. It was almost time for him to pick me up for work. I had never done this before, I had no idea what to do. Should I ask mum? Yes of course.So, I was sitting with mum, saying, “Well, I guess he just puts it in and we kiss?”Mum laughs and says, “He’s older – he will know what to do. Just relax… it might hurt a tiny bit, but your dildo has already done most of the work.”She said, “Just say no if you don’t want to do something.” James picked me up to go to work – I got in at the side of him instead of the back door. Cath was already in the back. We get the same taxi as we work for our local employer. She was dressed in the usual tight jeans with a camel toe, and a tank top over tiny tits. She leaned forward and grabbed my arm and said in a loud whisper, “So – you are going to fuck him then?”

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