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By *ikeEx OP Man 16 weeks ago
Near Alfreton, Derbyshire |
Graphical Story - be warned.
This short story was written by request... (not my kind of thing!)
The cursor blinked on the screen, a tiny, patient heartbeat in the dim light of the study. Mike leaned back, the leather of his chair groaning softly, a sound that mirrored the low thrum of anticipation in his chest. Candy was perched on the edge of the desk, her bare feet swinging, the hem of her silk robe brushing against his thigh. Her scent, a mix of vanilla and her own warm musk, filled the small space.
"So, this one," she said, her voice a low murmur, pointing a manicured finger at the profile. "Lilly. She sounds... interesting."
Mike's eyes scanned the text. *'Bisexual, open-minded, loves to laugh, looking for genuine connection with a couple who understands that life can be complicated.'* Attached was a photo. Not a professional, glossy shot, but something candid. A woman with a cascade of auburn hair that fell over one shoulder, laughing at something just out of frame. Her eyes, even in the slightly pixelated image, sparkled with a mischievous intelligence. She was pretty, in a way that felt both classic and entirely approachable.
"She does," Mike agreed, his voice a low rumble. "But what's this?" He tapped a line near the bottom. *'I have a disability, but it doesn't define me. Happy to discuss in person.'*
Candy shrugged, a fluid motion that made the robe gape slightly, revealing the soft swell of her breast. "Could be anything. A limp. A hearing aid. Maybe she's just really bad at math." She grinned, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his neck. "It's the 'doesn't define me' part that matters. She's confident. I like that."
Mike's hand came up to rest on her hip, his thumb stroking the warm skin there. He liked it too. He liked the honesty, the lack of pretense. They'd met enough people from the site whose online personas crumbled under the weight of real-world expectations. "Alright," he said, his decision made. "Let's see if she wants to meet for a coffee."
The reply came back within the hour. Enthusiastic, pepperled with exclamation points that somehow didn't seem juvenile, just genuinely excited. They settled on a neutral, bustling coffee shop the next afternoon, a place with enough ambient noise to swallow any awkward silences.
Lilly was already there when they arrived, tucked into a corner booth. She was even more striking in person. The auburn hair was pulled back in a loose braid, and she wore a simple green sweater that brought out the flecks of gold in her hazel eyes. She stood as they approached, a bright, genuine smile lighting up her face.
"Mike? Candy?" Her voice was warm, melodic.
"Lilly," Mike said, taking her outstretched hand. Her grip was firm, confident.
"It's so great to finally meet you both," she said, her eyes flicking between them with open appreciation. When Candy leaned in for a quick hug, Lilly's arms wrapped around her, a brief, warm press of bodies that spoke of easy affection.
They settled into the booth, the initial pleasantries flowing as easily as the coffee the waitress poured. Lilly was funny, her laugh a bright, infectious sound. She asked them questions about their work, their hobbies, listening with an intensity that made them feel like they were the only people in the room. The chemistry was palpable, a current humming just beneath the surface of the conversation.
Finally, Candy, ever the direct one, leaned forward. "Lilly, your profile mentioned... a disability. You don't have to talk about it, of course, but we're curious."
Lilly's smile didn't falter, but a flicker of something more serious entered her eyes. She took a slow sip of her latte, her thumb tracing the rim of the mug. "I appreciate you asking directly," she said softly. "It's not something I like to drop into casual conversation, but I also don't want there to be... surprises." She paused, gathering her thoughts. "I have Crohn's disease. It's an autoimmune condition that affects my digestive tract."
Mike and Candy exchanged a quick glance. It wasn't what they'd expected.
"Because of it," Lilly continued, her voice steady, "I have a stoma." She gently lifted the hem of her sweater just enough to reveal the slight, smooth bulge of a pouch under her jeans. "It's a surgically created opening on my abdomen, and this," she tapped the pouch lightly, "is an ostomy bag. It collects waste. It's my new normal."
The coffee shop seemed to quiet around them, the clatter of cups and murmur of voices fading into a distant hum. Mike looked at Candy, saw the same thought reflected in her eyes: this was a test. Not of them, but of Lilly's own courage. And she was passing with flying colors.
Candy reached across the table, her fingers gently covering Lilly's. "Thank you for telling us," she said, her voice full of warmth. "That must have taken a lot to share."
Mike nodded, his gaze meeting Lilly's. "It doesn't change anything," he said, his tone firm and sincere. "We're here to get to know *you*. All of you."
A wave of relief washed over Lilly's face, so profound it was almost painful to witness. Her eyes shone. "Really?"
"Really," Candy confirmed, squeezing her hand. "In fact," she added, a slow, wicked smile spreading across her face, "it makes you even more interesting."
The tension in the booth shifted, melting away and replaced by something hotter, more charged. The air crackled with unspoken possibilities. Lilly's gaze dropped to Candy's lips, then back to her eyes. The invitation was clear.
"My hotel is just around the corner," Lilly said, her voice a little breathless.
***
The hotel room was a blur of muted tones and soft lighting. The door had barely clicked shut before Candy was on Lilly, her hands tangling in that auburn hair, her mouth claiming hers in a deep, hungry kiss. Mike watched for a moment, his body tightening with a primal heat at the sight of the two women together. Candy's robe fell open, and Lilly's hands roamed over the smooth expanse of her back, pulling her closer.
He moved behind Candy, his hands sliding around her waist to cup the full weight of her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her already-hardening nipples. Candy moaned into Lilly's mouth, arching back against him. The three of them moved as one, a tangle of limbs and escalating desire, stumbling toward the king-sized bed.
Clothes were shed with an urgent lack of ceremony. Lilly's body was soft and pale, her curves generous. And there, on her lower abdomen, was the stoma, a small, pinkish-red bud of tissue, with the clear pouch adhered securely around it. Mike and Candy didn't hesitate. Their hands and lips explored every inch of her, treating that part of her with the same reverence and desire as the rest.
Lilly was insatiable. Her mouth was everywhere, her kisses hot and demanding. When Mike finally freed his cock, thick and straining, she made a low, guttural sound of appreciation. She knelt before him, her eyes locked on his as she took him into her mouth. Her technique was exquisite, a perfect blend of suction and tongue, her hand stroking what her lips couldn't reach. She savored him, her moans vibrating around his shaft, her eyes fluttering closed in bliss.
"God, you taste so good," she gasped, pulling back for a moment, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his glistening head. "So fucking good."
Candy, meanwhile, had positioned herself on the bed, her legs spread wide, her own slick folds glistening in the soft light. She watched them, her fingers circling her clit, her breath coming in shallow pants. "Lilly," she panted. "Come here. Let me taste you."
Lilly crawled onto the bed, her body a graceful arc of desire. She straddled Candy's face, lowering herself down with a sigh of pure pleasure. Candy's hands gripped her thighs, pulling her down, her tongue delving deep into Lilly's wet heat. Lilly cried out, her back arching, her hands bracing against the headboard. She ground herself against Candy's mouth, riding the waves of pleasure.
Mike watched, transfixed, stroking his own length. He moved onto the bed behind Lilly, his hands caressing the smooth skin of her back and ass. He positioned himself at her entrance, slick and ready. With one slow, deep thrust, he buried himself inside her.
Lilly gasped, her body convulsing as she was filled from both ends. The sensation was overwhelming. Candy's tongue on her clit, Mike's cock stretching her deep. It was a symphony of pleasure, and she was the instrument. Mike set a steady, powerful rhythm, his hips slapping against her ass with each thrust. The room filled with the sounds of their passion: wet, sucking kisses, soft cries and moans, the rhythmic creak of the bed.
Lilly could feel her orgasm building, a tight coil of heat low in her belly. "Don't stop," she begged, her voice ragged. "Please, don't stop."
Candy redoubled her efforts, her tongue flicking faster, her lips sucking hard on Lilly's swollen clit. Mike drove into her, deeper and harder, his own release coiling in his balls. With a final, guttural cry, Lilly shattered. Her orgasm ripped through her, a blinding wave of ecstasy that left her trembling and breathless. As she came, Candy cried out beneath her, her own orgasm triggered by the feel of Lilly's release flooding her mouth. Mike followed with a deep groan, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself into Lilly's clenching heat.
They collapsed onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, their bodies slick with sweat and satisfaction. The air was thick with the scent of sex and spent desire. For a long time, they just lay there, their breathing slowly returning to normal, the occasional aftershock of pleasure making them shudder.
Candy was the first to move, propping herself up on an elbow to look at the other two. A lazy, satisfied smile played on her lips. "Well," she said, her voice husky. "That was... something else."
Lilly laughed, a soft, breathy sound. She turned onto her side, her hand tracing idle patterns on Mike's chest. "Something else is right," she agreed. "I haven't come like that in... well, ever."
Mike smiled, his arm wrapping around Lilly, pulling her closer. He could feel the soft press of her ostomy pouch against his side, a strange but not unwelcome sensation. It was just part of her, part of this incredible, unexpected experience.
They lay in comfortable silence for a while longer, the post-coital haze settling over them like a warm blanket. Then, Lilly shifted, her expression turning serious once more. She looked from Mike to Candy, her eyes holding a new, different kind of intensity.
"There's... something else I'd like to try," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "Something I've never done. Something I've only ever fantasized about."
Candy's interest was piqued. She leaned in closer. "Anything," she said, her voice full of genuine curiosity. "You name it."
Lilly took a deep breath, as if steeling herself. "I want you to fuck my stoma, Mike."
The words hung in the air, heavy and unexpected. Mike and Candy stared at her, their expressions a mixture of shock and confusion. They looked at each other, a silent question passing between them. Mike's brow furrowed. He had no idea what that would even entail, if it was possible, let alone safe.
"I... I don't know, Lilly," he said, his voice hesitant. "I'm not sure that's a good idea."
But Candy's eyes had lit up with a wicked, intrigued gleam. She looked at Mike, a slow, challenging smile spreading across her face. "Oh, I think you should," she purred. "I think you should do it. For her."
Mike wasn't too sure... even though he ass fucked plenty of women before, even some where he had to wash afterwards due to some brown accident, he wasnt sure about fucking a stoma. He looked at Lilly, saw the raw vulnerability in her eyes, the desperate hope. He looked at Candy, saw the unadulterated lust, the thrill of the forbidden. And then he looked down at the small, pink bud on Lilly's abdomen, a part of her she had kept hidden, a part of her she was now offering up to him in the most intimate way imaginable.
He took a deep breath. "Okay," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Okay. I'll do it."
Lilly's face broke into a radiant smile. "Oh, Mike," she breathed, her eyes shining with gratitude and desire. "Thank you."
Candy just grinned, her hand already moving between her own legs. "This is going to be so hot," she murmured.
Lilly lay back on the bed, her legs spread wide. She carefully removed her ostomy bag, setting it aside. The stoma was exposed now, a small, puckered opening, pink and moist. It looked strangely delicate, almost like a second mouth.
Mike knelt between her legs, his cock already hardening again at the sheer audacity of the act. He looked at Lilly, his eyes asking for one last confirmation. She nodded, her gaze unwavering.
He positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock nudging against the sensitive tissue. Lilly gasped, her body tensing for a moment before relaxing into the sensation. Mike pushed forward, slowly, carefully. The stoma was tighter than he'd expected, a snug, warm sheath that gripped him in a way he'd never felt before.
He sank deeper, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed. The feeling was bizarre, but not unpleasant. It was a different kind of intimacy, a different kind of connection. He looked down at Lilly, saw the look of pure ecstasy on her face, her eyes closed, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure.
He began to move, his hips rocking in a slow, steady rhythm. Lilly met his thrusts, her body arching to take him deeper. The sounds she made were unlike anything he'd ever heard, a mix of pain and pleasure, a raw, primal cry that spoke of a long-held desire finally being fulfilled.
Candy watched, her fingers working furiously at her own clit. The sight of Mike's cock disappearing into Lilly's stoma was the most erotic thing she had ever seen. She could feel her own orgasm building, a tight, hot knot in her belly.
"Fuck her, Mike," she gasped. "Fuck her stoma. Make her come."
Mike needed no further encouragement. He drove into Lilly, his movements becoming more urgent, more demanding. The bed creaked in protest, the sound mingling with their cries of passion. Lilly's body writhed beneath him, her hands clutching at the sheets, her head thrown back in a paroxysm of pleasure.
With a final, shuddering cry, she came, her body convulsing around him. The sight of her orgasm, the feel of her stoma clenching around his cock, was too much for Mike. He groaned, his own release tearing through him, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself into her.
Candy cried out as well, her own orgasm crashing over her, her body shaking with the force of it.
They collapsed onto the bed, a tangled, sweaty mess. Mike slowly withdrew from Lilly, his cock softening. He looked down at the stoma, now red and swollen, glistening with his cum. It was a strange, beautiful sight.
Lilly opened her eyes, a slow, satisfied smile spreading across her face. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "Thank you both."
Mike and Candy just smiled, their hearts full. They had shared something truly special, something that went beyond the physical. They had shared a moment of pure, unadulterated trust and acceptance. And as they lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, they knew that this was just the beginning.
Even though Mike did it, and Candy came at the same time, it wasn't something Mike wanted to do evcer again.
***
The city lights bled across the hotel window, a watercolor painting of gold and white on the dark glass. The silence in the room was different now. It wasn't the heavy, sated quiet after their first frantic rounds of sex, but something softer, more intimate. Lilly lay between them, her head on Candy's shoulder, her hand resting on Mike's chest. The rhythmic rise and fall of her breathing was a gentle counterpoint to the distant hum of the city.
"That was..." Lilly began, then trailed off, as if the words were too small for the feeling. She turned her head to look at Mike, her eyes searching his. "Was it okay for you? Truly?"
Mike's hand, which had been stroking her hair, stilled. He met her gaze, his own expression unreadable for a moment. He was a man of action, of straightforward desires, and what they had just done was anything but. It was a journey into a landscape he didn't know, a map drawn in lines of vulnerability and trust.
"It was intense," he said finally, his voice low and careful. He chose his words with the precision of a man navigating fragile ground. "To see you... to feel you like that. It was the most honest thing I've ever experienced."
He wasn't lying. The act itself had been strange, the sensation alien, but the emotion behind it—the raw, unshielded offering of herself—had been a powerful aphrodisiac. He had felt her trust in every thrust, her gratitude in every shudder. It was a connection that transcended the purely physical.
Candy shifted, propping herself up on her elbow to look down at them both. Her hair was a dark halo around her face, her eyes still bright with the lingering fire of her arousal. "Okay? Mike, it was incredible," she said, her voice a husky whisper. "Watching you give her that... watching you both. I've never seen anything so beautiful."
She leaned down and kissed Lilly, a slow, deep kiss that was full of tenderness and lingering passion. Then she turned to Mike, her hand cupping his cheek. "And you," she murmured against his lips. "You were amazing. So gentle. So... brave."
Mike felt a warmth spread through his chest that had nothing to do with sex. It was the warmth of being seen, of being understood by the two people who mattered most in that moment. He pulled them both closer, his arms wrapping around them, creating a small, safe world in the center of the vast, indifferent city.
Lilly sighed, a contented sound that seemed to release the last of her tension. She snuggled deeper into the embrace, her body relaxing completely. "I never thought... I never dared to hope," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "That anyone would... that you would..."
"Shhh," Candy soothed, her fingers stroking Lilly's arm. "We're here. We see you. All of you."
They lay like that for a long time, a tangle of limbs and shared warmth. The initial, frantic energy had been replaced by a deep, abiding connection. They talked in low voices, sharing secrets and dreams, their words weaving a new tapestry of intimacy between them. Mike found himself telling them things he'd never told anyone, not even Candy. And in return, he listened, truly listened, to the stories Lilly and Candy shared, their voices a soft murmur in the darkness.
As the first hint of dawn began to paint the sky, a pale, pearlescent grey, they finally drifted off to sleep, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating in a shared, steady rhythm. It was more than just a one-night stand, more than just a casual encounter. It was a beginning, a promise of something more, something real. And as they slept, they dreamed of a future where all their desires, no matter how unconventional, could be met with love, acceptance, and the unbridled joy of being truly, completely seen.
As Mike and Candy headed home, he told her to never expect him to fuck a stoma again.
Even though he came and filled her up, he knew it was somnething to try once and never again. |
