Karina

This story I dedicate to one,

The best girl on Earth

I

It was pouring buckets outside. The relentless rain had once again ruined my plans.

I had no desire to do any serious work either. So I just sat at the computer, scrolling through my friends' feed with endless reposts from idiotic public pages, on glamour, culinary, and pseudo-philosophical topics. Very soon, I got tired of it and decided to "switch" to the rain: it helps to relax and forget.

Getting up from the desk, I headed to the window behind which autumn was crying so desperately, drowning the lovely view of the Hradecký hotel, which towered

eighteen stories high in the center of our city.

And so I was carried away into thoughts about the past and present, about the future and the bright, the lofty and the eternal... It continued until I heard from the computer the characteristic "click" that announced an incoming message. Approaching, I read: "New message" with Karina's photo on the side. And then my knees buckled, blood rushed to my temples, my heart began to beat wildly, and it became somehow hard to breathe...

II

Karina and I have known each other since kindergarten, then with a year's difference we went to the same school and then to the same institute. It should be noted that Karina has cerebral palsy, which, of course, affected her movements and speech, but nevertheless, nature endowed her with a slender figure with seductive curves, an angelic face, a sincere gaze, and a bright soul. And her slow, halting speech gave her a special eroticism, and the Ukrainian language, sounding from her scarlet lips, a special emotionality.

As I already said, we spent practically our whole lives together: from the potty to the student bench. In the seventh grade, we started what could to some extent be called a relationship: we walked together holding hands, secluded ourselves, kissed, and enjoyed the other joys of puberty. And then our attachment reached a new level, replacing friendship with passion. Of course, all this did not go unnoticed. Mockery from classmates followed, teasing like "why are you with her, she's like that," and then, as a rule, my fists came into play. Once, someone from her class stood on a desk and began to imitate her walk and copy her speech. Karina immediately burst into tears. That was the first time I saw her tears—before that, she had never cried. Confused, I faced a dilemma: either rush to comfort my beloved or punch the offender in the face. Without thinking long, I chose the second: I ran to the jumping classmate and hit him with all my might with a fist in the stomach, so hard that he flew onto the windowsill from which he then slid to the floor, curled up like a kitten, lay there, and whimpered.

I walked up to him then and said

— Get up!

— I we... I not we... mo... — he mumbled.

— Get up, I said!

Grabbing him under the armpits, I tried to put him on his feet but failed, so I dragged him to the girl, who had already quieted down, wiping her tears with a handkerchief

— Apologize, you bastard

— I... ugh... Karina, forgive... forgive me, please!

They called my parents, Karina's, and that guy's parents then, oh, they really gave me a talking-to at that meeting. But I told them right there that I don't touch anyone for no reason, but if they hurt Karina, I'll break their heads. Since then, there were no more offenders; they were replaced by envious people. Envious people—they are the kind of people for whom someone else's happiness whistles like hemorrhoids in the ass. Especially the girls, so they started telling us all sorts of nasty things: to her about me, and to me about her. (Porno stories) Naturally, I then understood what was what and didn't fall for any of it. But they pressured her with all sorts of intrigues and got their way. And so, school envious people were replaced by institute ones, where the passions were even fiercer than before, such that Magnificent Century would take a break.

III

And so the years passed, today she is 24 and I am 25 years old, respectively. And so I received a message from Karina:

"Hi

Sorry to bother you, I really want sex, tomorrow morning I won't have anyone, can you come?"

I started shaking even more. I reply:

"Yes, I can!"

Karina:

"I'll call you tomorrow. Bye!"

I was already trembling all over, my cock bulging from my pants. I clicked on her avatar, landing on her page, went into her albums.

The photos there were ordinary, quite decent, nothing vulgar, but I didn't care: the main thing was to see her face, her smile, to know it was her. And that in itself was already turning me on. I took off my pants and started jerking off and quickly came right on the floor.

— Forgot to get tissues, will have to wash the floor.

Then once more and again...

In the morning, a fiery rock melody that was set as the alarm rang from the phone. I jumped up, got dressed, shirt, a couple of sprays of "WISHKYORIGIN" and on my way.

I'm running down the street with a hard-on, but I'm like a drunk, I don't give a damn about anything. Intercom, entrance, floor, doorbell. Karina opens. She's wearing a plain, sleeveless, lettuce-green home dress like a tank top that outlines her figure: especially her waist and small breasts. Further, an expressive neck, an angelic smile with a row of snow-white teeth, a modest little nose, and the sincere gaze of her brown eyes.

— Come in! — she said in a quiet, halting voice.

I entered, wrapped my arms around her, and started kissing. She was breathing heavily. Then, I started pulling off her dress while leading her into the living room. When the dress was off, she freed herself from me and started taking off her black bra; I helped her undo the clasp, then kissed the mark it left. Next, she took off her black panties. (Erotic stories) My hands were caressing her buttocks, sliding over her velvety skin.

I turned her to face me and looked at her slender body, at her breasts, at her tummy, at her belly button shaped like a little shell, the triangle of her genitals, her juicy legs—all of it—the most beautiful creation on Earth.

I said:

— Please, trust me.

Then I took her and sat her on the sofa. She didn't resist, and I was like a sculptor creating his masterpiece. With three fingers from my palm, I lay her on the sofa, spread her legs, and started licking her clitoris, then took a finger and slid it inside her vagina; soon she began to moan, a little more and juices flowed, and I swallowed them greedily as if they were nectar.

Then I lifted her and placed her on her knees on the floor, her torso lying on the sofa.

— Relax and try not to resist, I'm going to now.

I dashed to the bathroom, found several bottles there, one of them with a fragrant, slimy liquid

— Shampoo or what?

Returned to the living room. Karina was in the same pose I left her: knees on the floor, spread, legs, feet up, tummy on the sofa, head turned to the side.

— Now, now everything will be, you just relax, everything will be fine.

I approached, saw her tight anus, poured some liquid on my hand, and started gently rubbing it. The girl let out a light chuckle, then a moan. With my left hand, I grabbed her buttock, with my right I started inserting my cock. At the same time, I heard a quiet, drawn-out moan

— aaaa — then — A-a

Then I started pulling my cock out, hearing her heavy breathing.

Then repeated the procedure.

The third time, I decided to act more rhythmically.

Carefully entered and started thrusting rhythmically. Heard:

— Ah, ah, ah, uh, ah, ah oooooo and deep breathing, and I quietly pulled out my cock.

— Oh, let me catch my breath — I say. — How do you feel?

— Good — she answered, squinting and demonstratively smacked her lips a couple of times in the air. — Well, it's time for you to go!

— I see. Tell me, do I have a chance?

— You know, you're normal, and I'm a cripple, well, what kind of wife would I be?

— And you know, that doesn't matter to me, to me you are the best. And if anyone says anything, I'll deal with them quickly.

— You go, I have to go to class soon.

I left without being able to comfort her, but one thing I know for sure, no matter how life turns out, I will make every possible and impossible effort to make her happy no matter what.

Love each other regardless of diagnosis, give your body and soul because loved ones deserve the best.