My girlfriend, Becky was born deaf. She knew her speech was difficult for most people to understand so she normally just remained silent around strangers. She relied mostly on sign language but was fairly proficient at reading lips so long as the speaker didn't mumble or have a beard or a bushy mustache.
Becky and I had been dating for a little over two months and my sign language had improved to the point where I could say I was 'conversational' if not 'fluent.' I'd trimmed my mustache very short and Becky was very pleased and impressed that I'd made the effort to learn her language so quickly. It came almost naturally to me and, besides, with a little effort, most people in the world can learn the language of the country that they're living in. Deaf people are the exception to that rule and I knew it was incumbent on me to learn
her
language since she certainly could not learn mine.
Becky sometimes seemed clueless or naïve about little things in life because she was oblivious to the audible cues in society that we all just take for granted. She was deaf but she was, by no means, dumb. She was sharp witted, funny and intelligent beyond her education. She was an avid reader with a wide vocabulary and a good understanding of a wide range of subjects.
I owned a small shop not far from my house that kept me pretty busy and she worked as an accountant for a general contractor. She worked four 10-hour days per week and could pick those days as she liked, while I was able to leave my shop in the hands of my capable store manager and spend time with Becky almost anytime I pleased. We lived only about four miles apart and she was spending as much time at my house as I was spending at her tiny apartment.
Becky seemed overly modest and reserved when we first met. We'd been sleeping together since our fifth or sixth date but she'd always been very shy about her body and was even bashful about seeing
my
body. She either didn't know what she wanted or was reluctant to say what she liked or didn't like. With her permission, I'd been trying to break her out of her shyness and tendency to become easily embarrassed.
It had taken about two weeks for her to finally reach the point at which she no longer covered herself with her hands or reached for a robe in order to walk from the bed to the bathroom. She allowed me to see her nakedness and even permitted herself to revel in my attention most of the time. Every time I was nude I encouraged her to look, touch and explore whatever and wherever she wanted. I started by placing her hands on me and guiding her touch until she was able to do it without my guidance. She eventually admitted that she liked to fiddle with and examine my cock, my balls and everything that made our bodies different and she spent a lot of time poking and prodding at me.
I woke up in my own king size bed on a Saturday morning with Becky lying next to me. I reached out to touch her and she stirred but didn't wake completely. We'd gone bicycling the afternoon before and had pedaled almost seventy-five miles; that was an average weekend ride for me but she'd been pretty tired at the end of the day.
I'd successfully convinced her that she didn't have to wear her oversized t-shirt or pajamas to bed so we were both completely nude this morning. She was outside the covers and sleeping on her stomach with her leg pulled up and her knee bent at ninety degrees. I turned on my side to face her and caressed her side, hip and butt. Lingering on her plump, round butt cheeks I squeezed a little and massaged the big muscles. I continued down the back of her thighs, lightly caressing and massaging all the way to her calf muscles. I brought my hand back up and dragged my finger between her thighs and up her butt crack, applying just the slightest pressure. She started to moan softly but otherwise didn't move.
I wasn't sure what effect I was having on her but, combined with my natural morning state and the view of her beautiful backside I was extraordinarily horny. I turned onto my back and started to massage myself. I took my cock in my fist and, starting slowly, began to masturbate. I was beginning to pick up the tempo when Becky turned over and faced me. She reached out and lazily placed her hand on my hip and then, facing my cock, laid her head on me using my belly as a pillow.
She didn't reach for me but sat still, resting her open palm on my hip watching me jerking off so I just continued. I sped up my pace the closer I got. My cum erupted with the power of Vesuvius and apparently spattered Becky's face as she abruptly pulled back a few inches.
When I'd finished cumming, Becky was still resting on my belly but turned her head to face me. She smiled broadly with a dollop of cum on her lower lip and chin. I reached down and wiped my cum off her face with my fingers and put them in her mouth. She cleaned my fingers and then seductively licked her lips.
"Did you like the show?"
"Yes. Your cum shot so high."
I laughed. "I perform better with an audience."
I put my arm around her and was rubbing her back and trying to reach her butt. She scooted up my body until our heads were about even and drew a leg up across me with her knee bent. I was able to reach her butt now as I reached down to squeeze her cheek, run my fingers along her crack and down to the opening of her pussy. Becky squirmed a little trying to touch my fingers with her clit but they just wouldn't reach.
She finally rolled onto her back and, taking my hand, placed it on her pubic mound. I'm pretty astute so I took the hint and, with the heel of my hand pressing into her pubic bone, started to stroke her pussy with all four fingers. I allowed my middle finger to apply gentle pressure on her clit on each upward stroke. Almost involuntarily Becky spread her legs wide, tilted her head back and closed her eyes. She crossed her hands over the back of my wrist and held my hand in place.
I stopped petting her, wriggled my hand free and placed it atop her hands instead. I guided her own hands into her pussy and it turned out that she was also fairly astute, not to mention horny as hell.
She started to masturbate using the middle and ring fingers of one hand while spreading her outer lips wide with her other hand. I shifted my position until my head was resting atop her upper thigh with the tip of my nose only about twelve inches from the action. She stopped and looked down at me; I looked back at her with a questioning look as if to say, "Aren't you going to perform for me too?"
I knew she was embarrassed about masturbating in front of me but she had asked me to teach her to be more free about her sexuality so I placed my hand on hers and used her own fingers to rub up and down across her clit and then removed my hand. It took her a while but as she became more and more excited by her own efforts she dug deeper into her cunt. I lost my perch when she drew her knees up and shoved two fingers of one hand inside her to massage her 'G-spot' while rubbing her clit with two fingers of her other hand.
The urgency of her masturbation increased and she was making soft, mewling noises when she suddenly threw her legs out straight, arched her back and frantically rubbed her clit. She stopped breathing, went stiff and came on her hands releasing a little vaginal fluid as she did. I sat transfixed in fascination.
It took Becky a couple of minutes to recover enough to look down herself at me. I smiled up at her from between her legs and kissed her hand. I drew a finger into my mouth and licked it. I lapped up her juices from her hand and cleaned each individual finger and then, with purpose, moved up to kiss her deeply. "Do you taste yourself?"
She nodded.
"It's nice, isn't it?"
She didn't nod but only kissed me.
"You don't like the taste of your own pussy?"
"It's just weird."
"It doesn't taste bad but it's nasty for a girl to taste her own cum. Is that what you're saying?"
She nodded.
"Then you need to do it more often until you're comfortable with yourself."
I took her hand in mine and guided it to her pussy. I ran her fingers along her soaking wet snatch and got them good and wet before guiding them back to her mouth. She looked into my eyes as she licked her fingers and then drew each one into her mouth and cleaned it with her tongue.
"That is so damned sexy!"
"Really? You like that?"
"Don't you?"
"It's OK, yes. I like it more that you like it."
