Elayne and Tommy play a Secret Game

My parents always had a soft spot for helping those less fortunate. That's how Tommy ended up living with us—a big, awkward guy with the mind of a child, developmentally delayed and sweet in his simple way. They said it was to give him a stable home and teach him basic life skills.

I was curious about him from the start, especially after my boyfriend and I broke up. I just wanted to have sex. I thought of sex all the time. Tommy looked old and big enough for me. Infact older than me for I was sixteen and he was up there in his mid twenties. I started by befriending him. Visiting him when he was bathing and asking fo the name of the seven inch piece of meat that was dangling between his legs. He called it candy and said it was for peeing.

This became my habit. Lying in his bed asking very personal questions. Apparently no one had ever touched candy. I once asked to touch and he accepted it. Strangely he did not get hard, he just giggled. Maybe he could not satisfy me at all. The next day I watched him take a shower. Once he was done. I said.

"Let me do something for candy." We had became inseparable friends by now. He nodded eagerly. I knelt, I took it in my mouth. Sucked it slowly at the tip and amazingly it got hard. I stopped and rose up. He watched at me with wide eyes. His cock pointing at me at attention. Seven inches mine to use. I left him there confused and with a hard cock.

The next morning he kept following me around as if there was something he wanted from me. My mother thought he would wanted to play and told me,

"Elayne, be kind and play with Tommy." Daddy agreed. If only they knew the game I had in mind for Tommy with a big dick. I was patient. I waited for two days, playing with Tommy more neutral games. I did not sneak to his bathroom. Though I must confess I was wet almost all the time imagining his dick in my folds.

One evening, my parents announced they were heading out for a dinner with friends and wouldn't be back until late. They warned me several times to take care of Tommy and play with him. Perfect. I would do all that. Just not in the way they expected.

I waved them goodbye and looked for Tommy. My Tommy. He was in the living room, fumbling with a puzzle, his broad shoulders hunched over the pieces. He looked up at me with those wide, innocent eyes when I sat next to him.

"Hey, Tommy," I said softly, placing my hand on his knee. "Wanna play a special game? Just you and me? But it's our secret—no telling Mom or Dad."

He nodded eagerly, his face lighting up. He trusted me completely; I was the big sister figure. It seems sucking his dick a bit did not seem any less sisterly for him. I led him to my bedroom, locking the door behind us.

My heart raced as I pulled off my shirt, exposing my perky tits, then shimmied out of my shorts and panties. Tommy stared, confused but mesmerized.

"This is the game," I whispered, lying back on the bed and spreading my legs. "You have to kiss and lick down here, like eating ice cream. It'll make me feel good."

He hesitated, but I guided his head between my thighs, his breath hot against my pussy. His tongue darted out clumsily, lapping at my folds without rhythm or pressure. It was sloppy, more like a puppy licking than anything skilled—too light in spots, too rough in others. He missed my clit entirely at first, just slobbering over my inner lips. I bit my lip to stifle a frustrated sigh, but the raw eagerness of it turned me on in a twisted way.

"Like that, Tommy," I murmured, tangling my fingers in his hair. "Suck a little harder." He tried, his mouth closing over my entrance, but it was messy and uncoordinated. Still, the heat built in me slowly, my juices coating his chin.

After a few minutes, I couldn't wait anymore. I pushed him back gently and knelt in front of him." "Now it's my turn eat candy. It will make you feel good." I tugged down his pants, his thick cock springing free—uncut, veiny, and already half-hard from the confusion of it all. I stroked it to full stiffness. Tommy gasped, his eyes widening. I leaned in and wrapped my lips around the head, sucking firmly while my tongue swirled over the slit. He let out a sudden, loud scream of pleasure, his body jerking.

"Shh!" I hissed, pulling off and clamping a hand over his mouth. "Quiet, Tommy! Remember, it's our secret game. No noise, or we stop." He nodded frantically, tears of overwhelm pricking his eyes, and when I went back to sucking—bobbing my head deep, taking him to the back of my throat—he clamped his lips shut. Only muffled groans escaped, deep and guttural, as his hips bucked involuntarily. His cock throbbed against my tongue, pre-cum salty and thick. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking harder, feeling him tense up.

But I wanted more. I released him with a pop and lay back, pulling him over me in missionary.

"Now, Tommy, put candy inside me. Like this." I guided his cock to my slick pussy, rubbing the head against my entrance until it nudged in. He was clueless, just staring down with those wide eyes as I rocked my hips to take him deeper. Inch by inch, his girth stretched me, filling my cunt completely. It hurt a little at first, but the fullness was intoxicating.

"Good boy. Now thrust—push in and out, like this." I demonstrated with my own movements, clenching around him.

He caught on slowly, pulling back awkwardly before slamming in again. His eyes went even wider, a mix of shock and bliss crossing his face. Then he did it once more—harder, deeper—and again, picking up a relentless pace.

"Mmmmmmmmh." He groaned between gritted teeth as if he was in extreme pain. His pace became harder, deeper. I have never been fucked so hard before. It was like desperation.

"Wait, Tommy, slow down," I gasped, but he didn't hear me. He just kept thrusting, his cock pounding into my pussy without pause, the wet slap of skin echoing in the room. Each drive hit my deepest spots, grinding against my walls. My first climaxt built fast, my body shuddering as waves crashed over me, my juices soaking us both. But he didn't stop, his hips pistoning like a machine.

"Oh, Tommy—relax, please!" I begged, my nails digging into his back. The pleasure bordered on too much, my clit throbbing from the friction.I'd never cum on a dick so many times before. Every time I came, he fucked me harder, grunting with each thrust, his face contorted in raw need. I felt him swell inside me.

"Cum outside, Tommy—pull out!" But he did not listen to me either.

"Ooooooooooooooh." He grunted loudly. Then with a choked groan, he buried himself deep and erupted, hot spurts of cum flooding my pussy. He didn't stop, though—kept slamming in, his seed squelching out around his shaft as he chased more.

The overstimulation made me cum again, my walls milking him desperately, legs wrapping around his waist. He thrust through it all, tears streaming down his cheeks now, not from pain but pure, overwhelming joy.

"It feels... so good," he mumbled, voice breaking. His pace never faltered, cock still rock-hard inside me. Another orgasm ripped through me, then another, my body arching off the bed, screams caught in my throat. Finally, he tensed again, eyes locked on mine with that intense, childlike hunger, and came a second time—pumping even more cum into my overflowing cunt.

He collapsed forward, still buried deep for a moment before pulling out with a wet pop. Thick globs of his semen leaked from my pussy, dripping onto the sheets. Thank fuck I was on the pill; otherwise, this would be a mess. Tommy lay beside me, chest heaving, sweat-slicked skin pressed to mine. His hand found my waist, holding it possessively as he caught his breath. "Elayne," he said, voice hoarse and eyes burning with that newfound intensity, "The game is so sweet. Don't go I want to play again."

I smiled, stroking his cheek, my body still tingling from the marathon fuck. "Tomorrow, Tommy. Our secret game continues then." I was already over fucked and I needed a break. Missionary style had intoxicated him and he had almost broken my pussy. Tomorrow I was going to ride him and take control of things.