My name is Kira and I am 19 years old. I am proud to say that I have quite a reputation at my college for being such an "all around person". I not only volunteer but also maintain a 4.0 GPA. Plus, all the guys find me to be drop dead gorgeous.

I'm average height at 5'6, with long shiny brown hair and bright green eyes. My lips are pouty and full and the center of many guys oral fantasies. The thing guys notice first about me, however, are my large, perky breasts. It is uncommon for a girl with D-cups to keep her breasts from drooping slightly, but genetics were on my side. I do not often wear a bra, enjoying the look on every guys face as I walk into my classes. Who said a girl couldn't be good and bad?

My best friend is named Clive, and he is unfortunately handicapped. When he was six, his dad got into a bad car accident with Clive in the passenger seat. Clive was injured so badly he was bound to a wheelchair for the rest of his life. He is such a nice, funny guy and his personality keeps you from even noticing that he's disabled.

He's lucky though, because he is still so handsome. He has black shaggy hair and dark brown eyes that are almost black. His upper body is very well toned, and he always lets his stubble grow out for a few days, giving him a "I don't give a shit" look.

Quite recently I got myself into a difficult position (or many). I attended a party and got drunk quickly, which led me into a 10 person gang bang. This became a trend, and at each party I would join in with a massive orgy of men, women, and everything in between.

I was always afraid to talk to Clive about sex, because I had always assumed it would make him feel inadequate. His paralysis seemed to affect everything below his waist, and I did not want to upset him.
Word does travel fast, however, so Clive eventually found out that I was slutting myself around campus.
"You don't need to belittle yourself like that," Clive reprimanded me. I felt like a little kid being sent to a corner. "Kira..." he began again.
I glanced up and saw the look on his face. Apparently he had something to say. I figured he was going to explain about how he couldn't perform and wished I wouldn't be such a bitch and rub it in his face.
"I think I'm in love with you."

Of course, this came as a shock. I had always just been friends with Clive and had never even considered having a deeper relationship. To me, love is important, but sex is too. I suppose there were other ways he could please me, but there really is nothing like real man meat filling your pussy. I did not know how to reply, and just sat dumbfounded.
"I'm sorry, but I think you deserve more than cheap drunken sex. I may be in a chair, but I can love you for real."

I didn't quite register what Clive was saying. Was he hinting at something? Maybe I was looking at this too deeply. While I was thinking, Clive leaned other and kissed me gently. It was so sweet and innocent, much different than anything I had ever felt. It seemed to ignite something within me, something amorous. I leaned closer to Clive, opening my mouth a bit so he could slide his tongue in. We kept like that for a bit, both of us becoming hungry for more. "Come here," he said, taking my hand and leading me to his dorm. Everything in his room was a bit lower to accomodate him, and it looked a bit funny. I sat on the bed, and he pulled himself out of his chair and sat next to me.

We continue kissing, all the while it becoming more passionate. His hands wrapped around my body and I grabbed the back of his head. One of his hands left my waist and traveled up to my breast. He squeezed gently, letting out a soft moan. Then he took one of my hands and guided it to the front of his pants. What I felt made me gasp.

Under the crotch of his pants I could feel one of the biggest boners I had ever felt. Right through his jeans I could feel it pulsating with pleasure. And all along I had thought Clive unable to perform.
I rubbed the front of his jeans while he massaged my breasts. It was becoming steamier by the minute. He helped my pull of my sweater, exposing my huge tits. I pulled his shirt off and rubbed my hands along his defined stomach. I pushed him back onto the bed and kissed down his chest to the button of his jeans. I pull the button open with my teeth and unzippered them. Inside a pair of boxer-briefs I found a 10 inch piece of cock, waiting to be sucked. It hung slightly to the right but was still so beautiful. I pulled his pants down all the way, exposing his massive ball sack. It was huge and hung so low. I took as much of his cock into my mouth as I could.

The precum tasted salty and musky, making my juices flow. I licked along the shaft, feeling him expand in my mouth. Loud moans escaped from his mouth as he pushed of the back of my head. He began gently pressing up into my face each time I bobbed, creating a rhythm. I felt his balls clench, and knew what was coming. He exhaled loudly and alerted me, "I'm coming, I'm coming....now, now, NOW!" He blew six long streams of delicious cum into my mouth. I hungrily lapped it all up. When he finished, I continued sucking his sensitive cock, but it wasn't hardening up yet. "Move closer to me", he said, motioning next to him. I crawled up, and he undid my jeans. I pulled them off, and let him take in a nice view of my shaved clit. He rubbed his fingers along the lips, then inserted two into my opening. He began a pattern of pressing, rubbing, and thrusting, and added a finger after a bit. He was hitting my G-spot and clitoris all at the same time, and I could feel an orgasm building. "Mmmm, yes...." I moaned. With his other hand I noticed Clive rubbing his now hardened dick. I took over for him and he used his free hand to rub my breast. All of the pleasure at once was making me delirious.

"Let me ride your cock," I said to Clive.

He stopped what he was doing and let me straddle him. I didn't let him penetrate me yet, but instead held his cock and rubbed the head along my pussy lips, teasing him. He kept moaning for more, but I wasn't going to give it to him yet. Finally he got fed up and forcefully thursted upward. His dick rammed into me, sending shockwaves through my body. I grinded my hips against his huge cock, feeling it all jammed painfully inside my tiny cunt. "I'm so sorry," Clive said. "I'm about to blow this load." I gave him a stern look. "You fucker, you better not or I'll rip it off. You haven't even gotten me off once yet." This seemed to shock him out of it a bit. I kept grinding, and Clive kept hard. He watched my tits bouncing all around and pulled me even closer to him. After all this time, his dick was starting to feel foreign inside my vagina. It felt almost like a dry dildo was pumping in and out of me. I stopped moving, and turned around, reverse cowgirl. It gave him a new view, and felt a bit better for me. We kept going, and then I felt him start teasing my asshole. He played around with it, then pushed in a finger. He continued with that, giving me a whole new kind of sensation. For at least another six minutes we fucked, until I heard his wheezing. I turned back around to face him. Clive's face was screwed up into a look of such agony that it scared me.

"Please," he said, "Can I come now?"
I hadn't realized that he was still holding back. "Yes, yes!" I yelled.

With that, I felt his whole body stiffen and a feeling of warmth spread all inside me. The vibrations from his orgasm sent me into my own, and I came with him. He twitched for the ninth and last time, squirting cum out onto my stomach.

"That was amazing", I said, rolling off of him. I knew that our relationship was even stronger and valuable now that we had shared this moment of pure ecstacy. Plus, many more to come...