Here I sit, completely bored and immobile. Having a broken leg that limits one's options for entertainment just plain sucks. I wish I could say it happened while on a world record run down the giant slalom course in Grenoble or taking the checkered flag for a championship Moto GP race, but alas it was a garden hose. In my own defense, it was a heavy duty hose and it was coiled menacingly, much like a snake ready to strike. In truth, it was my own carelessness that enabled me to catch my foot in a loop as I was paying attention to something else. The hose moved only so far with my foot tangled, then reached the end of its stretch and pulled back. My forward motion was countered by the reverse effect of the hose and I hit the ground hard, my body facing one direction and my leg the other. My neighbor across the street had been outside working in her flower beds and saw me go down. When I did not get up shortly, she came running over.
In typical female overreaction, she asked how I was and then before I could form an answer, whipped out the cell and dialed 911, demanding an ambulance. If she had taken the time to listen to me, I would have suggested she get my wife who could help get me into our SUV and make a leisurely trip to the ER. Still, I did get my first ride in an ambulance and the lights and siren cut 5 minutes off the driving time to the hospital. It also added $450 to my medical insurance company's accounts payable. After a series of X-rays, I was informed that my leg was broken in 4 places. The doctor gave me a choice, either promise on the head of my first born not to put any weight on the leg for at least 6 weeks, or have him insert pins into the bones. I did not look forward to healing from surgery in addition to the break, so I opted for cast only with the understanding that I would be back if I forgot my promise. I left the hospital with a fine new set of crutches and 30 pounds of plaster surrounding the lower part of my leg from ankle to knee. 6 to 8 weeks in a cast with spring just starting to warm up. What fun!
My first week of imprisonment had gone about as I thought it would. My wife was certain the accident had left me with one foot in the grave and the other on a banana peel. She was another overreacting female. She was positive that if I deviated a fraction from the doctor's express orders, I would be disabled forever. I had to humor her, she controlled the keys to my prison so to speak as long as I was in this condition. I love my wife Kate to death, but sometimes she could get a bit over the top. With my options limited by my ability to move around the house, my choices of entertainment had been either Jerry Springer or Maury. Outside I could wander the grounds as best I could with my limited skill on crutches, but the moles (damn those vermin) made the ground off the cement pretty treacherous.
Kate would be flying out of town on business this Sunday and I would be on my own. Well, kind of on my own. She had talked to her sister and made Julie promise to call every day and check on me. She could come over to help with minor tasks and pick up odds and ends at the store if I needed anything. She also had strict orders from her sister that I was not to do anything that would violate the rules. In other words, a surrogate nag.
Julie and I had become good friends from the first time we met after I started going out with her sister. She was the kind of person who enjoyed life, was a fun person to be with and just someone who was easy to be friends with. The three of us had great times together for a few years until Julie had found someone and gotten married. Her husband was one of those guys that you could not peg as either good or bad. He was just someone you had a strange feeling about but you couldn't really say why. Julie had her own life but as it turned out it was not a very happy life for her. They were together for 9 years, but Kate and I knew that the last three had been due to Julie hanging on hoping things would get better. They didn't and the marriage ended in divorce. I hate to see that happen for anyone, but Julie was much better off without the loser and was back to her former happy self soon after the divorce was final. That was a little over 2 years ago and we had seen more of her during these last 2 years than the 9 previous.
Kate left on Sunday afternoon and Julie had called faithfully each day since. By Tuesday, I was going stir crazy. When she called that day, I told her I would buy a steak dinner if she would come by and take me out. This was totally against the rules and Julie did not need much arm twisting (well no arm twisting if truth be told) to agree. She was more of a free spirit than her sister and bending the rules was no big deal. I spent the rest of the day anxiously awaiting her arrival.
Spring seemed to have slipped past the nice comfortable days right into summer. We had gone from 40 degree highs to 90 for the past 5 days. When Julie arrived, I was ready and waiting. I had put on a nice golf shirt and one of what had been my better pairs of khaki pants before the inseam had been split nearly to my crotch to enable me to get them over the cast. Julie had on a tank top and a short skirt that showed off her legs. Even at 40, she was still in good shape and could pull off the short skirt look well. I noticed she was not wearing a bra, though that wasn't totally unheard of. Her breasts were not so large that a tight shirt would give them enough support to dispense with the bra. She held the door as I walked out to see the key to my freedom. It was her sensible, mid-sized econobox that would take me away from my prison, at least temporarily. Of course, getting into that nice sensible vehicle was not as easy as the full sized SUV my wife drove. Still, I managed to fold myself to the approximate shape of the seat and we were off.
The drive to the restaurant took about 25 minutes and then I had to unfold myself as Julie stood there laughing at me. Had it been anyone else, I might have been pissed, but this was the person Julie was and I found I did not mind her fun at my expense. We went in, me hobbling on my crutches and Julie holding the door and announcing my entrance. We got there about 5:30 and there were few diners at that hour on a Tuesday. The restaurant had an open air patio with screened in windows and a glass roof. We decided to go there rather than find a table inside where it would be more crowded. The hostess seated us off to the side so I would have more room to stretch out my leg and the likelihood of someone tripping over me was lessened.
The waitress came by to offer menus and ask about drinks. Julie asked for a beer and I did as well. I was still taking pain meds and knew I shouldn't be drinking, but I had gotten them down to 1 or 2 a day. Julie was also not going to rat me out, so I knew I was safe with a short one. The weather was really hot, did I mention that? Julie had finished her first beer before the food we had ordered arrived. We had chosen steaks, a Porterhouse for me and T-bone for Julie. I asked for mashed potatoes and fried mushrooms with mine, Julie joining me in mushroom, but opting for a salad in place of potato (I have to watch my figure.) We each went to work on the food with gusto, Julie ordering a second then a third beer before we finished. I was nursing my own, I had a self imposed limit of 1, or was it 2?
I wasn't in a hurry to get back and the company and conversation was great. Julie was working on beer #4 and I had lost my battle with self control, ordering a second for myself. The hostess had been considerate of all the diners, seating each new party a few tables away from all the others. Julie had become a bit more jovial and her speech was louder, but nothing anyone saw as bothersome. I didn't notice as Julie flagged down the waitress and soon beer #5 was on the table. I knew she was over her limit, but did not want to put a crimp into our good time. Still, I knew that she was not going to have any more. Julie knew it too, and shortly she decided we would need to leave, but first a quick pee.
Back in the parking lot, I repeated my attempt to fold myself into the proper size but this time Julie was more willing to actively assist. She still laughed at my plight, but now she was helping to push and pull me into position, rubbing herself against me as we worked. I could feel her breasts rub over my arm a few times, but it was just incidental contact as we moved. Once I was settled in, Julie got behind the wheel and I remembered my concerns about her ability to drive. She had not been slurring her words and had managed to walk out with me showing no signs of unsteadiness on her feet. Well, we didn't have much choice now. Julie managed to get us home with no alcohol related issues. She seemed completely sober but as we unfolded me in the driveway, she was starting to get giddy. She helped me extricate myself from the car, but her help was more attempt than actual assistance.
Inside the house, we sat and talked for a while. The Ac had the house to a survivable temperature and the evening continued to be a fun one for both of us. I knew I should not have let Julie drive home from the restaurant and now my responsible side emerged and I let her know she would not be going home tonight. She had already decided that for herself so I did not have to face an argumentative sister.
Julie would be sleeping in the guest room it was already made up. She had spent time there before and knew her way around our house. It was time to start to get ready for bed and she asked if I needed anything before we parted. I was a little embarrassed, but asked for help removing my pants. The cast limited my ability to bend and I had trouble getting the pants past the cylinder of plaster that surrounded my calf. She did not mind and a few minutes of sliding and pulling the pants leg had them at my feet. I was in my boxers and since Julie had seen me in swim trunks many times, I did not find the situation a problem. I put the pants away and Julie asked if there was anything else. She had gotten silly as we talked, the beer having more of an effect as time passed. I decided to kid with her a bit, saying that since the cast had been on, Kate had been giving me hand jobs before bed. We could talk to each other about pretty much everything, and I expected her to laugh and tell me to take care of it myself. I was totally shocked when she answered "I can do that."
Now what do I do? I had not considered that she might actually take me up on my request. I wasn't sure I wanted my sister in law playing with my Johnson, although deep down the idea was exciting. I was pondering my course of actions when Julie took matters into her own hands, in more ways than one. She reached into my boxers and removed my cock which betrayed my true feelings by starting the rise to full manhood. Looks like I am going to get a hand job.
Actually, when I told Julie my wife was giving me a hand job at night, I wasn't totally truthful. Hard to believe I know, but in reality, she was blowing me at bedtime, my cast making our normal intimate gymnastics more difficult. I certainly wasn't going to suggest that to her sister, even in jest. Now, however, with her stroking my hard cock, maybe if I had told the truth from the beginning, she might be sucking instead of stroking. Get that thought out of your head Bobby, you shouldn't even be enjoying her hand right now, I thought. Well, my conscience thought, my cock said otherwise and it was the one in charge.
Julie had the art of hand job down, she was stroking and squeezing like a well practiced pro. I wondered for a brief moment who she might be keeping her hands in shape with, but let the thought go quickly. I did not want to be bothered by thoughts of someone else's dick in her hands as I enjoyed her ministrations. I just lay back and let her stroke, she would comment on each twitch of my cock or the feel of my blood pulsing through the veins. Soon I was becoming aware of that feeling deep within, you know, the one that tells you to get ready, the end is in sight. I announced my discovery to Julie who giggled and squeezed harder as she continued to pump her fist along my rigid shaft. I was about to blow my first load with someone other than my wife since I had been married. Well, Julie was almost the same as my wife, wasn't she? Hey, it sounded good when I first thought it.
I was at the point of no return and let Julie know, she took hold of my cock in one hand and a wad of tissues in her other. It wasn't quite the same as Kate's mouth, but the feeling was a lot better than the one I would have if I had been dating Palmela handerson tonight. Julie asked if her effort was up to Kate's standards and I had to say it was. She smiled and told me she was happy to help. Just as all good things must end so did this and we each headed into our rooms for the night.
*****
I wasn't sure what time it was, but I awoke with a wet and warm feeling about my cock. I had to stop and think about where I was and what the circumstances were. I realized in seconds that the feeling was surprisingly like a mouth covering my shaft and that the only other person in the house was my wife's sister, Julie. As I became aware, I said "Julie, what are you doing?"
"I am sucking your cock, silly!" she answered before going back to her task.
Well, she had answered my question. Of course, implicit in that question had been my own request to find out exactly why she was doing what she was doing. Silly me, expecting a woman to understand what I meant rather than what I said.
"Julie, you shouldn't be doing this" I tried again.
"I know, but I want to.
"Julie, you had too much to drink, you know you wouldn't do this if you hadn't had the beer." I tried another tactic.
"I am not drunk now and I know exactly what I am doing. I came in here with the intention of sucking your cock and that is what I am doing."
I couldn't disagree with her powers of observation she did know what she was doing. She said she was sucking my cock and by golly she was.
She stopped sucking long enough to say "Did you know I sleep nekked?" laughing at her pronunciation of the word. "Bare ass nekked! Does that excite you?"
If she was at home it wouldn't matter, but right here, she would be sleeping in the next room if she was not here sucking my cock. I wondered if she was indeed bare ass 'nekked' as she put it." There wasn't enough light in the room for me to see and my movements were constricted enough by my cast that I could not get close enough to do any exploring with my hands.
"Are you naked now?"
"Yes."
Well, that settled that question.
"Julie, are you really sure you want to be doing this?" I tried one more time.
"Yes, I am sure. I thought I might be able to blame it on the beer, especially when I was jerking you off. By the way, that was a terrible waste of some perfectly good semen. Yes, I thought I could always blame it on the alcohol, but the truth is, I can't lie. I want to suck your cock and now I am doing just that."
Julie had always been honest with me in the past and I saw no reason why she would not be now. Besides, she was holding my cock in her mouth, doing some marvelous things with her tongue and from everything I knew, that was a textbook definition of a blow job. I can't let her waste the effort by not enjoying it can I?
Julie was sliding her lips up and down my cock, maybe she had been reading my mind when I gave some thought to the blow jobs my wife would give me each night before bed. Of course that thought was silly, but what the heck, however it happened, it was indeed happening. I continued to lay there allowing her lips and tongue to do their job. I was lost in the feeling and soon started thrusting up to meet her mouth as she would pull back before sliding back down. Of course, having the cast on limited my ability to be actively involved, but somehow we managed to get a good rhythm going. Julie was lying between my legs, holding the base of my shaft with her one hand and now she started playing with my balls with the other. She was getting into her actions, the sounds of slurping lips mixing with my own groans of pleasure were filling the room. I wish I could have lasted longer, the feeling of that wet mouth working my cock was incredible. Unfortunately, the thought that my own sister in law was the one doing the sucking, and that she was here, naked, wanting to suck me off without me having to ask had doubled my arousal and the feeling of the hot liquid rising in my tool was a signal to me that I was going to blow. I let Julie know that h-hour was at hand and she only increased her suction as I was starting to unload my reservoir of hot cream. When she did not pull off, I was not too concerned, Kate would occasionally let me come in her mouth, although she would never swallow. I was lost in my own feelings when I heard the unmistakable sounds of a throat contracting between the sounds of slurping lips and my own orgasmic grunts. My wife's sister Julie swallowed, and from the feel of what she was continuing to do, I think she enjoyed it.
I was starting to calm down some, but Julie was still working my cock. She had slowed her efforts, no longer sucking with force, rather just keeping me in her mouth, softly licking and gently sucking with little effort, much like a child would continue to suck his mother's nipple even after he had emptied her tit. The sensation she was providing to my partially erect cock was considerably slowing its journey to limp city. I reached down and started playing with her hair, thinking she would soon stop and maybe move up so I could kiss and hold her. I always enjoyed the physical closeness of a woman after sex.
Julie did not stop what she was doing, and I lay there just immersing myself in the slow and gentle feel of her lips and tongue on my cock. She was slowly running her hands over my thighs and my stomach, but just gentle touches, nothing sexual. The feelings I was getting from this act were nothing short of incredible. IN the past, whenever I would get a blow job, the act of climax would signal the end of mouth to cock contact. This was the first time I had ever experienced someone continue to give my cock attention for so long afterward. I liked it and somehow would have to suggest it to my wife as a new addition to our bag of sexual practices. I would have to leave out that I had learned of this one from her sister.
Julie had been working on me for more than 20 minutes after I came and did not show any signs that she would be stopping soon. I felt bad that this was the second time tonight she had done something for me and I still had not given her any of the same type of attention.
"Julie, if you come up here, I can give you some mouth action of my own. Would you like me to eat your pussy?" I broke the silence of the past half hour.
"Not right now, Bobby. I like this and it calms me. I will be asking you for some help soon, but for now I just want to keep sucking your cock. Do you like what I am doing to you?"
What kind of question was that? What guy is going to say he does not like having his cock sucked. "I love it, Julie. I've never felt anything like it. I wish you could do this forever. I just want to make you feel good too."
Julie giggled, my cock still in her mouth. She stopped long enough to answer "I thought you would like this. I certainly do." Then she went back to her suckling.
Another 10 minutes passed in silence then I felt Julie start sucking with more vigor. She wrapped her lips more tightly around my rod and was starting to pull on the head with her teeth. I felt my cock, which had never fully deflated, begin the return to full hardness. Once I was again sporting a serious boner, Julie sat up and straddled my legs. I was unprepared to engage in full on intercourse with a family member, but we had already crossed a few boundaries. Still, I had to ask "Julie, are you trying to do what I think you are going to do?""You pick up quick, Bobby." She laughed
"Are you sure you really want to do this?"
"Don't tell me we are going to go through this again?" but she was giggling.
"I just want to be sure you know what you are doing and that you don't have any reservations about this."
"I don't. Do you?"
I had to think about that one a bit. I was the one asking the questions, not Julie. She seemed to be committed in her actions.
"I guess I am OK, I just don't want to have any regrets later."
Julie didn't say any more, she just moved closer then raised herself up and over the tip of my cock, now hard and ready for action.
Julie slowly sank down onto my cock head, and then pushed herself onto my rod. She did not get far and I could hear her whimper. She pushed down again and found the same result. My head had started to part her lips, but would not go further into her pussy. Julie lifted up a bit and taking her hand, used the tip of my cock to rub along the lips and tease her clit. She moaned as she did this, and I could feel her wetness on my cock head. She tried again to position herself over my cock and force her pussy over it, but without success.
Julie gave up for now and asked if I had any lube. "I think we might need some help here."
I had a tube in the night stand drawer and reached for it. Handing it to Julie, I asked if she was OK.
"This might be a bit tougher than I thought." She started cryptically.
I turned on the lamp to the lowest setting, both to get a good look at her naked body and to give her some light if she needed it. As she was lubing up my cock, she started speaking again.
"You might not believe this, but I haven't had any real sex for a while. I wasn't getting much the last few years of my marriage, and now that I have been divorced, I haven't found any guys I like enough to give my body to."
That kind of surprised me, Julie was an attractive woman and I don't think she would have any trouble finding men. I had not really given it any thought, but would have expected her to have some kind of sex life.
"What do you mean you haven't had much sex lately? How long is lately?"
"Like I said, I wasn't getting much during the last years of my marriage. We just did not get along well enough to do anything in bed. I haven't looked with any real seriousness to find someone else since, but even casual dates just don't seem to do anything for me. My hand and pussy have gotten pretty friendly and Mr. Vibrator comes by regularly, but I haven't had any red meat in my pussy for 3 years, maybe 4."
"Wow!" was all I could say.
Julie had been coating my cock with lube as we talked, and had run some over her own pussy lips as well. She set the tube down and repositioned herself over my cock to try again.
"This might be a little tight, there hasn't been anything this big in it for a long time."
I had been told I had a good sized cock, but was not huge by any measure. Still, Julie was having trouble getting it into her tight pussy. I rubbed her thighs and moved my hands over her torso, spending some time admiring her tits with my fingers. I wanted her to relax and not try too hard to force something that was going to take time.
Julie had gotten my head past her lips and started moving the rest of my cock further into her pussy. She would force herself down a bit, gaining maybe an inch, sometimes less. I could hear her groan with discomfort and see the effort on her face. She would get more in then take a minute or 2 to rest before trying to force more inside. I felt bad for her, but tried to help as much as I could. Like any guy, my cock was yelling for me to just shove it in, damn the consequences. My conscious mind won out this time, and I realized that time and gentleness would eventually prevail, I would wait it out.
"Julie, if this is too much effort, you don't have to continue." I offered.
Julie smiled at me as she fought off the latest grimace. "I told you I wanted this. You know I love you like my brother, I would never hurt you. I also would rather die before I would do anything that would come between you and Katie. I think you deserve the truth here now. I told you I wanted this, and that is true. However, there is more to it. I guess I could have blamed my actions on the beer, but that would only be a cop out. I could tell you I have always secretly admired you or that I wanted to see what my sister was getting from you. All of those and more are true, but the simple truth is that I need to be fucked. I don't trust any other man to do it but you. I know this is a lot to be laying on you, but I hope that you love me as much as I love you and that you will do this for me. I am sure I am just gun shy after my marriage, but I just can't find it in myself to trust another man right now. I know you won't hurt me or let me down. Now, I need your cock inside me and hope you can understand."
It was a lot to lay on me. I hadn't realized that she was still this scarred by her ex-husband and the failed marriage. I felt flattered that she had been able to level with me and open up herself emotionally to me. I am sure this was not easy for her and I would not hurt her in any way, I loved her as a sister.
"I had no idea. I will help you in whatever way I can. I want to be here for you. Thank you for having the faith in me to be honest and tell me what is going on with you."
Julie smiled a bit, and then said "I think once we get your big cock into me, things will start to get easier. Not just physically, but emotionally between us."
Julie had managed to get herself fully seated onto my cock, taking 15 minutes of pushing herself down between rests. Now, I knew the true meaning of a tight pussy. She was not kidding when she said there had not been anything in there for some time. I hadn't felt anything this tight around my cock since my wife let me try doing her up the ass. She had not liked the pain it caused her and we had never tried it again. I shouldn't complain, she let me have her pussy whenever I wanted it and she could do some magic things to my cock with that pussy. Right now, Kate's sister Julie was sitting still, letting her sore pussy rest from the effort of sliding my cock into it. The fact that her pussy was so tight was also adding to her distress. The tightness had aroused me to the point that my cock was as hard and big as I can ever remember. I could see perspiration on Julie's forehead, but also determination in her face. She said we would have to start slow, and I completely understood her thinking.
Julie took a breath and rose up an inch or so, then slowly lowered herself back onto my cock. "That wasn't so bad." She started.
She rose up a bit more this time, then back down. I did not see the pain in her eyes I had noticed earlier, but there was still some apprehension. I could feel her muscles rippling and twitching around my cock, making the tightness even more apparent. I assume the new sensation of a cock in that pussy that had been deprived for so long was stimulating feelings that had been long buried.
Julie made a few more tentative Attempts to slide up and down, each one becoming longer and easier. She started to relax and told me "this might actually work," With a giggle.
She had not raised up so much that my cock was in any danger of coming out, but she had been getting a good 4 inch stroke for the past few efforts. I guess this is as much as she was comfortable with, so we let that be the limit and started to enjoy the feelings from her new found confidence.
"I can feel myself starting to stretch out. I can't believe it has been this long since I have gotten a proper fuck. I can't believe I let it go so long. God, your cock feels good inside me."
I raised my eyebrows a bit at that last. It had not been long ago that she was in pain as she forced my meat into her pussy. Now, she was starting to enjoy the feeling. I was glad, I really did not want to hurt her. I think it is good that I wasn't able to get on top, I am not sure I could have been patient enough to take my time getting into that pussy.
Julie had started rocking and sliding, not wanting to rise up and down just yet, although her pussy was getting wetter with each move. I could feel the wetness starting to run down my cock and coat my balls. I put my hands onto her hips, but had to force myself to remember that she needed to control the speed of things, my hormones might get ahead of my brain and I would be jamming her onto my cock in an attempt to get to my own climax.
Julie was getting into her rhythm more now. I could feel the heat building, the tightness lessened but still very real. This is how a pussy should be all the time I thought, but if it was this difficult for women with small pussies, maybe the tightness I wanted was only self serving.
Julie had picked up her pace, the soreness and discomfort starting to fade. She was moving more freely, her slides getting more of my cock out of her before being drawn back inside. I could see that she had her eyes closed and her head was thrown back as she just reveled in the feeling, her lonely pussy filled for the first time in a long time. I was also glad that I was the one she had chosen to fill her pussy. Now that she had become more active I started to get more involved myself. I started thrusting up into her and she bucked on my cock with the increased sensation.
"Oh God, this is what fucking should fee like. I missed it so much, now I remember why I needed it so bad. I have never been so filled up, I love your cock. Give it to me, shove it inside me and let me feel all of you."
It had taken some time and extra care, but now we were both experiencing a closeness we never had before. I knew Kate would not approve of this, but her sister needed someone to share herself with and she had chosen me. I did not love my wife any less, and really did not love Julie any more. I would not let our experience get in the way of my marriage, but I was feeling a new connection to Julie.
Julie was now riding me with abandon, she was vocal in her expression of pleasure. Somehow, although I had never given it conscious thought, this was exactly what I would have expected from her. I now felt more comfortable using my hands on her hips to jam her harder onto my stiff cock. She was still tight enough that my cock was rock hard, and since she had gotten me off twice already this night, I was able to keep pumping far longer than I would have if this would have been my first effort. Julie was going wild, jamming down and moving all around. Her tits were bouncing with each bump and I watched, mesmerized as they jiggled in front of my face. I wanted to suck them into my mouth, but right now, I was not going to break Julie's spell, her first fuck in years was more important than my own desire. Besides, I knew I would be able to get a taste in the future, I was confident that this wouldn't be a one time deal. I wasn't planning a life with Julie, but knew that I would be there for her whenever she needed me. If that was just a shoulder to cry on, a brother to listen to her rant, or a lover to satisfy her need for cock, I would offer my assistance.
"Bobby, I can't believe I didn't ask you for this before. My pussy has never been filled so much. Kate has been holding out on me, she never told me just how good you are with that tool of yours. I want this to last, but right now I need you to fill me up. Give it to me, I want to feel you shooting into me with all you've got!"
I didn't need any more encouragement than that, I had been holding off for the past few minutes anyway. The tightness of her pussy had lessened some, but not that much. The heat we generated with that much friction was making my cock swell even more and it was drawing my orgasm closer to reality. I could tell from her words and actions that Julie was close herself. I urged her to let herself go, to come with me. She twiddled her clit as she was riding hard, and that little bit of extra was all she needed. I was close behind, her hot juices running down my cock onto my balls giving me more new sensations. I was shooting into her with enough force to move her off my cock, well that is what it felt like. In truth, my cock so completely filled her that I could feel the hot semen forcing its way around my shaft as it looked for room to settle. Now slippery with our combined juices, Julie continued with her gymnastics on my cock, not wanting to let it go. I knew I could not stay hard forever, but she kept me up for another 10 minutes before she ran out of steam and had to stop, letting my cock shrink and finally fall out. She lay down across my chest and we just hugged for a long time.
I did not want to get all mushy or emotional, but just whispered in Julie's ear. "Any time. Just let me know when you need it again."
She knew what I meant and we knew we would be closer in the future. She rolled off me and we lay together, falling asleep and not waking until morning.
Julie had to go to work, so showered and dressed. I put on my sweats and we each had a bowl of cereal for breakfast.
"I'll be by later this afternoon to check on you. My pussy won't be as tight tonight, I think it will need some regular attention for the rest of the week to catch up on missed opportunities. Think you can handle it?"
Maybe my broken leg was not such a bad thing after all.
"Of course I can handle it."