She Had A Fetish For My Scars

This is short story that involves a fetish for men with scars. I do not expect it to appeal to many readers and if it doesn't appeal to you, I am sorry to have wasted your time - do not read on.

I had split with my long-term girlfriend and had started to put on weight. I needed to get my 25-year-old body back in shape.

I had a bad car accident a year earlier and had needed to recover from both broken bones but also lots of soft tissue damage. I was most aware of the scar that went from above my right eye in a curve ending not far from my mouth. It was not the worst of the scars but it was the very visible one. My girlfriend had supported me through my recovery but things had never been the same.

I hit the gym and it was on my third visit that a gorgeous young girl (Jenny) caught my eye as we both worked through our punishing sessions. She seemed happy for me to watch her training and smiled back at me. I was almost disappointed to finish my session leaving her using the treadmill and sweating profusely. I took a leisurely shower and sat drinking a coffee when she asked if she could join me. I was delighted and offered to buy her a coffee. She turned this down taking a long drink of water from her bottle.

She seemed distracted as she looked me in the face. I realised that she was fascinated by my scar. We made relaxed small talk only sometimes touching on personal matters. Eventually I could not ignore her interest in my disfiguring scar and asked,

"You seem very pre-occupied by the scar on my face. I am sorry if it bothers you."

"Oh, it should be me apologising not you, I am being so rude. Far from bothering me it fascinates me, it looks new. I noticed you had other scars on your arms and legs did they all occur at the same time?"

"It is a year old. I was in a car crash and suffered scarring all over my body. It is not a pretty sight."

She suddenly became embarrassed and went bright red and looked down at her drinks bottle. She had a strange look on her face when she looked up and asked,

"Can I please feel the scar on your face? ----- Oh, I am so sorry I should never have asked."

I laughed and said,

"You are very welcome to feel my scar if that is what turns you on."

I said it as a joke but when I looked at her, I realised that she was very serious. Her finger moved towards my face slowly and nervously. Her eyes were bright even before her finger traced the full five inches of my scar from eye to mouth. I couldn't believe that although the surface of the scar was insensitive to the touch the action was exciting. Jenny's eyes had changed from bright to wonderfully excited. She didn't stop there starting with her thumb at one end of the scar and her little finger at the other she drew them towards each other until they met in the middle.

I was sitting in a public bar area having my face stroked by a stranger and my cock was getting hard very quickly. I suspect she saw the arousal in my eyes as I had seen her arousal in hers. We sat looking at each other without talking but somehow, we communicated that both of us were excited about what was happening. It was Jenny who whispered,

"Could we go somewhere where I could see more of your scars?"

Five minutes earlier I would have laughed or thought she was being rude, but now I knew she really did want to go somewhere and explore my scarred body. It was hugely exciting to me only because I could see the sexual excitement in her eyes. I had been with partners whose eyes never showed such excitement, not even when having an orgasm. Jenny fascinated me.

I was delighted to be able to invite her back to my house as my ex had moved out a few weeks earlier. We faced each other drinking in each other's bodies. Neither of us had many clothes on. I had a pair of shorts and a vest, while she had a tight tee-shirt, bra and stretchy shorts. She was about five and a half feet tall with a full, but not fat, figure. Her good sized boobs created a wonderful deep cleavage that was beautifully displayed by the plunging neckline. I would have to say the best description was that she had the most wonderful chest. I am not a great lover of big boobs but her chest was mesmerising. Her legs verged on the muscular but her bottom was fully muscular, large, round and very firm. I had noticed in the gym that there was a beautiful triangular gap where her round arse cheeks swept round to her pussy. The tight shorts showed her large arse and camel toed pussy perfectly. If she was wearing any panties, they were not obvious.

She moved forward as if to kiss me but instead used her tongue to trace the same course as her finger had earlier. It was more arousing than any kiss and my cock twitched and tried to straighten. She didn't ask for permission as she took my vest off over my head, exclaiming

"Oh, fuck that is beautiful."

My ex had hated the two main scars on my chest and stomach and I had never blamed her for that. I had realised in the café that Jenny was different, very different, but this comment brought things into perspective. This girl loved my scars and the bigger the better. Her fingers found the scar that swept just below my left nipple across the whole of my chest. Her other hand found the scar that started just above my bellybutton and disappeared diagonally below the waistband of my shorts. This was the deepest and widest wound that had been closed with the use of staples.

She looked up at me with excitement in her eye but also questions. I wasn't sure exactly what she was asking but wanted to move things forward without stopping her exploring more. I bent slightly and pulled her top up over her boobs and off over her head. She unclipped her bra but left me to finish the job of taking it off. Her breasts were wide, full and amazingly firm. Her areola and nipples were at least in proportion to her chest. The dark areola were more than two inches wide, nearly black and very crinkled. Her nipples looked a little like small black raspberries pointing slightly upwards. They just screamed at me to be caressed. They felt rubbery as I was delighted to oblige using the flat of both of my hands on each boob.

I was delighted to see Jenny's excitement as her fingers followed the scar again and traced it under the waistband of my shorts. Her nipples changed from rubbery to granite like. My cock was expanding quickly but was not fully erect. As her hand delved further the back of it brushed against my cock. It did concern me slightly that Jenny initially showed no interest in my cock. This soon changed as she dropped to her knees and pulled my shorts straight down and off. Her hand did find my scar again but her mouth found my cock and my prick was soon at full attention.

I loved looking down and watching her trying to swallow the whole of my cock, but was ready to move things forward again. As we climbed the stairs, I was naked and she just had her sprayed-on shorts. I was delighted to watch her large firm bottom rolling beautifully as I followed her, confirming that she was pantie-less. She let me steer her so that she was next to the bed and facing it. I knelt behind her and took hold of her tight shorts peeling them off her full round bottom cheeks. When I looked up from taking them off her feet I was rewarded by the most wonderful view of her expansive buttocks.

I wanted to bury my face into the deep crevice between the two lovely round cheeks. I didn't get the chance before she leant forward onto the bed and reached back to spread her cheeks wide with her hands. Her anus was surrounded by a huge area of nearly black crinkled skin some six inches across. It looked like something was pulling the skin tightly into her anus. It invited me to use my tongue to find the very heart of her bottom. When I did, her reaction made it quite clear that it was exactly what she wanted. When I brought my hand round her to find her pussy, I was rewarded by finding that it felt puffy and very wet. Immediately her hips started to thrust as if she was going to orgasm. Within seconds she shifted out of my way and said,

"How did you know?"

I knew what she was talking about, but acted as if I didn't."

"Know what?"

"My bottom. How did you know that it is what really gets me going. Your tongue was just perfect, I thought I was going to explode. Please lie on your back so I can explore your body while you put your tongue to good use."

I was on my back with her squatting over me, facing my feet in no time. The aroma was pungent and rich as my view now included her large puffy pussy lips. As she leaned forwards her lips did part slightly and her wetness was clearly visible. As she lowered herself towards my face her fingers and mouth found my scars. Her lips were full, almost as if they had been pumped up. I brought my tongue up to seek out her clit that was well hidden by her lips. It took a bit of finding but when I did it was full and erect. Her reaction surprised me when she sat up slightly burying my nose into her moist anus. Another shift and her pussy was removed from my mouth to be replaced by her anus.

"Sorry but if you suck my clit I will explode far too soon. I want to explore your wonderful body before I let that happen."

She had told me what she wanted and I was not complaining. My hands kept her full cheeks open enough for my tongue to have complete access to her anus. Initially I used just the tip to circle the dark crinkled skin. Her mouth and hands were busy playing with my deepest scar but also paying occasional visits to my excited erection. The movement of her hips made it obvious that she wanted me to use my tongue more aggressively. I therefore started to insert my tongue into her relaxed anus and built a rhythm of gently fucking it.

I am not sure whether she used words or not to express her excitement at this change but whatever the noise was it signalled her appreciation. That appreciation was quickly followed by a more tangible sign as an orgasm hit her hard. Her anus matched the spasms that hit her pussy and my tongue was able to push much further before being pushed out as her buttocks clenched. I love the female bottom but I had never experienced one quite this close up during a climax.

If I had had any warning of her cumming I suspect that I would have cum too, but when she collapsed forward, I was left just short. I had loved our encounter but felt rather left high and dry. I was happy when she shifted her position so that it was her pussy that was resting on my mouth. I expected to be warned off when my tongue sought out her clit but her reaction was quite the opposite. She found my cock with her mouth and my balls with her hands. Very quickly I was on the verge of cumming. She sensed this and rolled off me. Her eyes were shining with anticipation not sexual contentment as she asked,

"Can I ride you please?"

She turned round and impaled herself on my willing cock. This done she sat back with a huge smile and said,

"That was unbelievable. I have never cum quite like that. The combination of your tongue and your body, sorry your beautiful scars, were much too much for me, thank you. I would love to fuck you gently now, as I am sure I have another climax in me if you are patient."

It was lovely that this girl not only knew what she wanted but she was also happy to ask for it. She was in charge and she rode me gently with slow short movements. I felt I could cum at any moment but was happy to stay just short. Having established this rhythm, she started to trace the scars on my body at the same time.

"Has anyone else ever loved your scars before?"

It seemed a strange question but it was much more of a statement than a question. I smiled and nodded negatively in response.

"Your body looks so wonderfully lived in. I hope you are happy that I find it so arousing?"

I was very happy to have her exploring my scars particularly as I was being beautifully fucked at the same time. She varied the rhythm each time I got close to cumming and these variations got closer and closer together. When she leaned fully forward and took my face in her hands she said,

"If you fuck me hard, I think I might just cum with you."

I was now desperate to cum and took hold of her large bum and drove into her hard. Her fingers found the scar across my face and she fucked me every bit as hard as I was fucking her. She was right and I managed to delay my orgasm until seconds after her's erupted.

When we both re-joined planet earth she kissed me on the lips for the first time and said,

"That was beautiful. I only hope it was half as good for you."

I assured her that it was and more. Sex was always wonderful with Jenny, but never quite as good as that first time.