Chapter 4: Daniel’s New Trick

Working for the airline, Ellie’s customer service job required her to work a Thursday through Monday schedule to match the volume of calls, which ramped up steeply on Fridays and Mondays with the business travelers and on weekends for the vacationers.

Therefore, on Tuesday, we spent the day outside enjoying a day at the park and having a picnic lunch. Ellie pushed me there in a wheelchair, since my knee was still a mess and I couldn’t hold crutches with my hands.

Sparkle was running around wildly, burning off tremendous energy, and then we found the playground area with swings and slides and a five foot tall fortress made of candy colored plastic panels. Ellie would help her get to the top and use the slide back down to the sand, then she would run around back to her mom and demand to be put back up for another trip. Altogether, she must have made fifteen or twenty circuits before she found some other apparatus to play on.

A little boy who seemed to still be wearing diapers or “pull-ups” staggered past her and then fell on his ass and started sniveling. Sparkle helped him up and calmed him down and they started playing together.

“Your daughter is amazing, Ellie. You must be so proud of her. I’m sorry, I’ve been meaning to ask. Where is her dad?”

“Oh, he’s around, he just doesn’t show much interest. I would be more upset about it, but he is quite regular with his support checks. He’s missing out on her life; he hasn’t seen her in over four weeks when I brought her to his place for a visit.”

“How profoundly stupid.”

“Well, not exactly. He’s intelligent; he’s a doctor.”

“Hard to imagine, with that kind of personality.”

“Parker is a pathologist. He works in a lab, looking at tissue under a microscope, analyzing samples of blood and urine, and he also does autopsies.”

“He can have a terrible personality and his patients won’t care, then. I get it, Ellie. Still, your daughter deserves better.”

Considering the adults and children around us, I lowered my voice.

“That is so fucked up. What an asshole. And not just for Sparkle’s sake. Why would anyone stop loving you?”

“Oh, you’re just buttering me up because I help you pee.”

Now that hurt.

“You know that isn’t true! Don’t be a meanie butt.”

That earned me a smile, at least.

“Maybe later, you can show me how you really feel. Sparkle’s going to be tired tonight and go to sleep early. More time together for us.”

That prediction was spot on. By 8:00 the girl was almost unable to walk to her bed and climb in, according to Ellie.

We tried something new, once Sparkle was asleep. I used my elbows and good leg to slide my body down the mattress so there was more space between me and the headboard. Then I invited my sweetie to reverse and arrange her legs above my head and her boobs on my belly.

Looking up, I watched her ass lowering as her pussy came in reach of my eager tongue. She wanted to start sucking me in a 69, but I asked her to wait. For me, it was just too confusing or distracting to have all that activity downstairs while I was trying to concentrate my attention on her silky damp folds at my face.

Of course, my face was now in unexplored territory. But thanks to porn (written and visual), I had some idea what I should do. Unfortunately, without hands I needed to be creative using just my lips and tongue to feel my way. Also, to keep in contact with her pussy, I had to be so close that I couldn’t see where I was going.

I tried running my tongue up and down the creases between the larger lips and the narrow inner lips. I gave myself points for careful maneuvers in these tight spaces, because the smaller lips were so thin and delicate that they wanted to fold away or fold over.

Moving on, I lapped away at her opening, circling around the sides and plunging into the opening to preview coming attractions. So far so good, judging by her moans and giggles. Time to get serious. Still working by feel instead of sight, I located her little pea, or pearl, nosing out from the hood just a little. Instead of a frontal assault, I gently probed around the sides and base for a minute or two.

Pulling back, I asked for her opinion. Keep going? More? Less? Different?

“Suck on it, even bite a little. Make me come!”

I had lit the fuse, now the explosions started. The hard part was keeping connected to her pearl while her hips thrashed. Pussy juice ran from my chin down my neck; I was surprised how juicy she was.

And her taste and smell drove me crazy. A little bit salty, a little tart, I loved it! I felt her finger rubbing my early emissions around the head of my cock, adding extra heat to my lust. But then, her finger dropped away, the slight hunching of her hips stopped, and she groaned and shuddered through an intense climax.

Instinctively, I simply kept pressure on her clit but stopped moving, just holding on as her powerful orgasm seized her body. It might have been the strongest climax I’d seen from her since I moved in. I just hung on, my arms around her hips. For the hundredth time, I wished I had my hands to hold her ass cheeks.

“Ooh. Holy fucking shit, Daniel! You’re a monster! The top of my head just blew off.”

“Now you know how I felt when you sat on my cock for the first time. I just glad I can return the favor.”

“Lover, I am going to fuck you so hard, your head will spin.”

A few hours later, unfortunately, getting in and out of the chair had stressed my knee and I was watching Ellie’s clock turn from 10:59 to 11:00. With nothing else to do, my brain put me back on my history channel, when I left my house with Lou Jackson after taking my belongings and leaving my stepfather drunk in his bed.

“Lena, I’m home. Uh, put a robe on before you come out. I brought home a stray.”

I wasn’t sure I liked being talked about as if he’d brought home a mutt from the animal shelter. But if the collar fits, I might as well wear it.