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Subject: {ASSM} Unfair Advantage (mF inc handicap)
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   Unfair Advantage * mF inc handicap

   * Warning: Fiction.

   It wasn't a time of my life I'm particularly proud of, but I just can't
see how things could have turned out any differently.  When I was thirteen
my Aunt and Uncle died in a car crash and Mom and Dad took in my cousin
Krista.  She was 21 and severely retarded with a little mild autism thrown
in for good measure.  She was functional, able to move around, clean and
dress herself, but she couldn't communicate well with us and she would
never be able to be independent.  If Mom and Dad hadn't taken her in, she
would have spent the rest of her life wasting away in an institution.

   If she hadn't been retarded, she would have been a real knockout with
long blond hair, really well endowed breasts, and legs that seemed to go on
forever.  But she dressed frumpily and her hair was usually stringy and
limp.  She also wasn't that interested in eating and meal times often
turned into a battle of wills between her and my parents so she had
something of a model's physique.

   Even in frumpy cloths and stringy hair she would have been drop-dead
sexy until she opened her mouth, usually to scream or moan and on the
occasional bad day, drool.  Conversations with her usually consisted of
"yes" or "no" and if you caught her on a good day you could string three or
four sentences together to elicit a string of "yes" or "no" replies that
almost made sense.

   The thought of me and her, *that way*, never crossed my mind which was
saying quite a lot because I was a walking erection at thirteen and thought
about sex *ALL THE TIME*.

   A few weeks shy of my fourteenth birthday, my parents had to go out of
town to attend a wedding of one of Mom's friends.  They were going to turn
it into a mini-vacation and I was deemed mature enough to mind the house
while they were away, although they did arrange for our neighbor to check
in on us regularly to make sure I didn't have too many friends over, or
hold the dreaded "parents are away" party.

   The first night was pretty routine; I let Krista ignore the microwave
dinner, she bathed, got dressed and went to bed and I did the same.  The
next day was pretty boring as well.  Krista, apparently finally hungry, ate
two of the microwave breakfast sandwiches and then watched TV with me all
day, apparently not finding any intellectual differences between the
Stargate marathon and the few video games I used to break the monotony.

   She skipped dinner again, took her bath, got dressed and went to bed.  I
did the same.  Tonight was different though because a summer storm had
started rolling in and it started hitting hard with rain and wind and
thunder that boomed right over our house and shook everything inside.  The
first crack woke me up and a few seconds later Krista was screaming her
head off.

   She never did react well to thunderstorms and tonight was the worst we'd
had since she had moved in with us.  There was another burst of thunder and
another scream then crying.

   I sighed, got out of bed and walked into her room.

   In the flashes of lightning and the dim nightlight I could see her
sitting up, her arms around her knees rocking and crying.  Not knowing what
else to do, I got into bed and put my arms around her giving her a
comforting hug..  I just held her like that until the thunder died down
then tried to coax her back into laying down so she could go to sleep and
then maybe so could I.

   It sort of worked.  She and I were resting on our sides face to face,
still hugging, and she was still breathing hard from the fear of the storm
outside.  The key to doing anything with Krista was always patience and
time so I just held her like that trying to get her to calm down, but it
was pretty awkward because I had a raging, rock-hard erection that was
pressed firmly against her fleshy thigh.  I couldn't help it, holding her
this close and hearing her ragged, panting breathing was like holding a
match to a fire.

   Things took a turn into the twilight zone when she moved her leg over
mine and I could feel the inside of her thigh and her soft cotton panties
against my leg.  Then she started moving her leg up and down and I could
feel her panties drag up and down my leg.  Her breathing became irregular
with ragged little needful cries and as she clenched me even tighter.  I
was pretty naīve, it took me a bit to realized she was humping my leg.

   Realizing she had found something good, she started moving faster and
her leg started making larger, more obvious movements.  I was going out of
my mind with the feel of her panties going up and down on my leg and then I
realized they were getting damp, then wet.  All the while she was making
soft "ah, ah, ah" noises that were starting to get faster and louder as she
rubbed herself more aggressively on me.

   I couldn't help myself, I reached up and cupped her breast, feeling it
through her shirt and she moaned loudly and pushed her crotch against me so
hard she almost rolled me over.  I kissed her neck and then I did lose my
position and fell onto my back.  She gave a frustrated cry and then climbed
on me, straddling my hips and then started rubbing herself against me.  At
first she was to low and she wiggled up more until her crotch was directly
above mine.

   "Ohhhh, ahhhh!" She groaned as she found a good spot and started to
grind her panties up and down my raging cock.

   I moaned as well because this was infinitely better than my leg.  My
boxers were soon as drenched as her panties, not that it mattered because
the wide flap had let my cock free and the only thing between us was her
panties and those had ridden up into her pussy walls letting her lips wrap
themselves around my cock as she rode me hard.

   She was grunting now, her hair covering my face as those sweet, hot, wet
pussy lips rubbed up and down my cock.  It couldn't have taken long but it
seemed to go on forever before I started spewing my cum between us and I
started thrusting up at her every bit as much as she was grinding back
against me.  For a few seconds after my orgasm her movements were too much,
I was so sensitive, I almost pushed her off but then she pushed down hard
and fell on top of me just holding me tightly while she let out a deep,
long cry as she furiously ground her slick hot pussy over my cock.

   She held me for a long minute after it was over, just trembling softly,
breathing fast and deep before finally rolling off me and settling down to
sleep.

   I snuck out of bed a bit later, took one of the most satisfying pisses
of my life and then went to my own bed, falling asleep totally confused and
more than a bit overwhelmed.

   I'd never thought of us *that way* before, but now it was all I could
think about.

   The next day she acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. I
spent the entire day in my boxers and she never even tried to sneak a peek.
Toward the evening I even let the snake peek out of the flap a few times
and never got any type of reaction.

   When she went up for her evening bath I followed her.  She gave me a
puzzled look when I went into the bathroom with her but then she just
turned back and started drawing the water and getting undressed.

   Let me stress again that while she may have had the mind of a child that
was in another universe more often than not, she had a TOTALLY amazing body
and tonight was the first night I ever got to really appreciate that.  I
sat on the toilet and watched her run the washcloth over her shoulders and
breast taking more than a bit of time to massage her breasts both with and
without the cloth.

   She moved from her breast down to her stomach and then set the washcloth
aside when she got to her pussy and started to rub it.  She sighed and
slipped down lower in the water as she started fingering herself.

   So this is why she always took such long baths!

   She didn't make a single vocalization; her breathing just became deeper
and more rhythmic as she touched herself, sometimes plunging her fingers
inside herself, sometimes just rubbing her amazingly pronounced clit.

   I started jacking off as I watched her.  It was too hot not too.  She
didn't care; she was completely oblivious to me.  Even if she hadn't been
pleasuring herself I don't think the act of jerking off in front of her
would have been any different to her than if I had been reading "Scientific
American".

   I came first, again.  Despite the night before I was still a horny,
sex-obsessed thirteen year old and this was better than any porno.  The
first jet actually landed on her face, and that did cause her to stop as
she reached up, scooped the alien substance off her cheek and then stuffed
it into her mouth!  Oh God, I almost came again!

   She made a face then returned her attentions to her pussy.  About a
minute or so after I came, she shuddered and let out a little, contented
sigh that was completely different from the passionate screams of the night
before.

   When she was done, she got out, dried herself off then started to reach
for her night clothes.  I grabbed her arm gently and suddenly, like a light
had gone on in her head, she noticed me and seemed a bit confused at this
break in her routine.

   I pulled her gently, naked, into her room and she followed with that
same puzzled look.  With some urging I got her into bed, or at least on top
of the covers.  She tried to say something to express her puzzlement but I
couldn't understand it and it almost snapped me out of what I was doing -
almost.  If she had tried to say anything else I don't think I could have
gone through with it.  As I said, she was any man's desire until she
revealed her handicap.

   I dropped my boxers and got onto the bed with her.

   She was tall and I hadn't got my full growth yet so my face came up to
her neck as I pressed my cock against her hip.  She fell back letting out a
sensuous sigh as I reached over and gently cupped one of those amazing
breasts and she let out another soft sigh as I leaned down and suck her
large erect nipple with my mouth.

   Still suckling her breast I let my hand drift down until my fingers
rested over her pussy mound and I could feel her soft, downy pubic hair
brush against my open palm.  I started working my fingers through her lips
and she arched her back then ground her crotch up against my hands,
spreading her legs, almost lewdly, to give me better access.

   My cock was buried in the flesh of her thighs as I ground myself against
her and feeling all the better as she moved her legs to push herself up
into my hand.  My tongue was flicking her nipple wildly as I sucked it into
my mouth and she was totally wet as my fingers rubbed between her swollen
lips around that amazingly rock hard nub at the top.  Then I dipped a
middle finger into her, like I had seen her do in the bath, and then two
and I could feel her tighten around me, feeling her clench me, grab me,
contract in time to her fast beating heart.  Then three as my thumb ran
circles against her clit pushing it around and around, dragging it over and
around her as I fucked her with my fingers.

   She was grasping my head now, running her hands through my hair as she
pulled me deeper into her bosom.  Her free leg was bent, letting her push
herself up against my hand while I continued to hump her thigh, faster and
faster with longer and more hunching strokes as I imagined my fingers as my
cock -- transferring the sensations of the impossibly tight contractions
around my fingers to my raging cock.  She cried out as she had the night
before and trembled as I felt her pussy contract furiously around my
fingers that were urgently moving in and out of her.

   As she came, I came, spewing burst after burst of thick, pungent cum on
her thigh and my stomach feeling all the better for the sudden natural lube
between us.

   We stayed that way for a few minutes after; My hand leisurely rubbing
her pussy, slowly, softly; my fingers inside her feeling the contractions
which had once been so hard and fast fade away to a relaxed contentment; my
head resting on her chest, even as my still-hard cock nestled in the warm,
cum-filled place between my stomach and her thigh.

   Eventually I got up, helped her get cleaned up and dressed and into bed
for the night.

   I was a little freaked the next day.  What would happen if she turned
into a sex obsessed pervert and started humping everything in sight?  How
would I explain that to my parents?  But she followed her routine, actually
eating a hearty breakfast and lunch of whatever microwave pseudo-food I
could find in the freezer, but nothing for dinner.  I followed her up for
her nightly bath again but stayed outside the door, listening until I heard
the faintest of sighs and then she was dressed and in bed.

   It's a testament to my fear of discovery that we did nothing at all that
night, well I jacked three times in my bed remembering the night before,
and all the better because I knew I could do it again.

   ...do it again...

   I knew I would -- despite the night of abstinence.  Krista enjoyed it
and it didn't seem to be causing her to act strangely.  It certainly was
causing ME to act strangely but Krista just took the moments as they came
and let them pass without a thought or care after.

   So on the fifth night, I joined her in the bathroom again and watched
her pleasure herself, again, while I jerked off on the toilet seat, again.
When she started to get dressed again and I put my arm on her wrist, this
time she wasn't confused, she looked straight into my eyes and smiled.  For
the briefest of seconds she seemed like a perfectly normal woman.  When I
think of her, I try to remember her like that; because right then, I think
I finally saw the REAL woman -- a tiny part of her that wasn't trapped in
the confines of a dysfunctional mind.

   We started much as we had the night before with me at her side, suckling
her breast, my cock rubbing against her thigh, my fingers running through
her pussy, but when she got wet enough I removed my hand and shifted so I
was between her legs and on top of her.  I looked up, seeing puzzlement at
this strange turn of events but I crawled up higher so my cock rested on
her pussy, sinking between those two slick lips and she started grinding
against me as she had the night before.  She realized that if she spread
her legs it felt even better so she did until I was pressed hard against
her and my cock was rubbing against her clit.

   That would have been more than enough for her, but not for me - not
tonight.  As she was squirming trying to get me deeper in that unbelievably
hot and wet chasm, I was grinding back feeling for the entrance to her
cunt, that hot, slippery, throbbing, clenching, thing I so desperately
wanted around me.  And then I found it and thrust in hard - so fast she
didn't even realize it immediately then she let out a surprised "oh!" and
looking up at me her face was suddenly ablaze with fear and panic.

   She thrust up to try and push me off but it only made me go deeper.  She
started beating me with her fists turning left and right underneath me but
it only gave even more impossibly fantastic stimulation to my cock which
was throbbing inside her, and she may have been resisting but her cunt was
still contracting hard around me, grabbing and clenching me.  It happened
so fast and was such a confusing turn that I didn't really know what was
happening, the only thing registering was the need to stay inside this
incredibly hot, sensuous place.

   She finally rolled over hard enough that I was on the bottom and she was
on the top, her legs straddled around mine, my cock still buried impossibly
deep in her pussy.  And just like that, she changed, it wasn't a horrible
thing anymore, it was like we were playing again and she had rubbed herself
against me.  She started moving again, willingly, spreading her legs wider
to let me go even deeper, angling her hips as she ground against me so my
cock brushed long and hard against her clit as I made that incredible
journey down that soaking wet, clenching hole that suckled my cock even as
I suckled the breast that was hanging down in my face.

   Back and forth she rocked, moaning, grunting, her legs opening as she
urged my driving cock hard and deep inside her, closing and clenching as I
pulled out to give and unbelievable friction.  Faster and faster she rode
me until she gasped and I felt her pussy clench tightly around me,
contracting furiously as she came, driving me over the edge with her as I
let loose a torrent of cum, more than I had ever cum in my life in wave
after wave of non-stop jolts of pleasure.

   She held me inside her a minute as we both came down from a great high
and then rolled off me.  Not wanting this to end I squirmed down between
her legs and she watched me curiously as I began to rub her pussy again,
this time exploring with my eyes, in close-up detail the thing which had
given me so much pleasure of late.

   She had the largest clit of any woman I ever bedded in my life.  The nub
was the size of my pinky and stood out just enough to raise her lips when
she was excited and to make for the easiest sucking a man could ever want.
When I moved my fingers away from that beautiful clit and wrapped my lips
around it tasting her and me in one heady breath, she moaned loudly and
wrapped her hands around my head, pulling me forward so hard I almost
couldn't breathe.

   I sucked harder, then softer; ground my lips around her clit, flicked my
tongue on it, over it, around it, anything and everything until I had her
writing beneath me such that by the time I had the presence of mind to
press my fingers into her she was already coming and my fingers pressing
against her contracting walls, dragging the moist tunnel back and forth as
she clenched around me drove her to even new heights that had her screaming
so loud I later worried the neighbor might have heard.

   She was still panting as I worked up on top of her, my cock again
resting between her pussy lips.  I was so close to the edge I needed my own
release so I worked myself in her again and again, with me on top, that
strange reaction showed itself and she pushed me off and rolled to her side
away from me.

   Undeterred I snuggled up against her back, wrapping a hand around a
wonderful fleshy breast and felt my cock press against her pussy which was
prominent between her nicely rounded ass.  It took only a few exploratory
thrusts to find the yielding hole that let me inside her.

   It seemed the only taboo was if I took her from the top.  Maybe she had
a bad experience.  I guess I wasn't the only one willing to abuse her.  She
didn't get excited this time, there was no gasping breathing, just gentle,
contented sighs as I moved in and out of her.  There were no orgasmic
contractions either, but she was still wet and hot and tight, and I was so
close it didn't matter.  I came again inside her.

   I was exhausted and fell asleep, I guess she did too.  When I woke up we
were still naked and in bed and my morning wood was buried between her
thighs.  I reached over her and fingered her to alertness and wetness, she
rolled over onto her stomach and spread her legs so wide it would do any
gymnast proud as I took her from the rear, doggie style.

   She bent her legs and lifted her butt a little so I could go deeper and
it also gave me enough room to work a hand around and rub her clit as
furiously as I was fucking her pussy.  She was grunting and moaning loudly
again and I could feel her clench around my cock.  Over and over I slammed
into the fleshy mounds of her ass, then back out as her pussy grabbed me,
trying to keep me inside, and in again, and again until I gave reality to
every wet dream I'd ever had and came inside that hot clenching hole; one
hand supporting me on her shoulder, my fingers clenched into her flesh
another rubbing her clit as she fucked my hand screaming as she found her
own rapture, as she drank my seed.

   The seed would find no purchase of course.  Her parents had had her
sterilized when they found her playing outside with some of the
neighborhood kids at sixteen, at least that was the story, from her
reaction to me on top maybe the play had gone a bit far and she had been
raped.  I suppose it was the right thing to do even if it seems a bit
cruel. But Krista wasn't normal and never would be.  Once we were done
fucking like bunnies she got dressed and was right back in her little
isolated universe as if nothing had happened.

   When my parents got back things ended for a while and I lived in terror
they'd find out what had happened, but I don't think they ever did - if
they did, they never said anything.  I'd still listen outside her bathroom
door now and again for that little, contented sigh that always came.  Every
now and again we'd be alone and we'd play our little game.  She never would
let me take her on top, but she'd let me do her every other way (well I
never tried her ass, that just never occurred to me.  I don't think she
would have liked it though).  I guess the taboo turned out ok because it
made my first time with a real girlfriend all the more special.

   Krista would never suck me; I just couldn't get her to understand the
concept even when I tried a sixty-nine.  But she did love to have me go
down on her; I think she loved it even more than going all cowgirl style on
me.

   Eventually though I grew up and found a girl that could satisfy me
spiritually, emotionally and physically and my time with Krista was done.
Like I say, I'm not proud of it, but no harm was done.  I learned a lot and
Krista never seemed to mind or acted weirdly or differently.  Maybe it even
was a kindness --maybe that time when she looked at me and smiled was her
way of telling me that our time together was special and desirable.  Or
maybe I'm a low-life, scum-sucking, incestuous abuser and I'm just
rationalizing it all so I don't feel guilty.  Either way, what happened,
happened.  Life moved on and nothing ever came of it beyond a few moments
of stolen pleasure in an otherwise solitary existence.
   ...And a decent sex story.  

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