Everyone Needs Physical Affection

This took place around 30yrs ago.
I was eating, alone, in a crowded diner when a small cherry tomato bounced in front of my plate. Looking blankly in the direction in came from, I heard a sweet voice say, “So sorry. It was an accident.” The apology came from a tall, 23yr old brunette with an adorable sweet face. Her name was Sarah. Despite her beauty, it was her friend that caught my attention. Her friend, Betsy, has cerebral palsy. The tomato had been launched by a twitch as she tried to feed herself. A nurse at the time, I was (and still am) familiar with, and very comfortable around people with disabilities.
People with cerebral palsy are, often, under estimated. While they have varying levels of control over their physical bodies, their brains are fully functionable. Many, like Betsy, have college degrees and full-time jobs.
Betsy, 25, was around 5’-2”, very slim with pretty blue eyes and long brown hair. Not unattractive, but her body and face twitches, easily give away her condition. Betsy is wheel-chair bound and cannot stand. She can, however, wheel herself a bit by shuffling her feet. She is barely able to feed herself and requires a bit of assistance when using the restroom and bathing. At the time, she used a sophisticated computer to make data entries (inventory manager at a warehouse) and to help her speak.
Back to the diner.
A second apology came from Betsy. I made small talk with both girls. Sarah was Betsy’s room-mate, caretaker and best friend. Unpaid, it was in exchange for free room/board at a condo Betsy’s father owned. After nearly six years, they were extremely close—almost like sisters. Sarah was clearly impressed that I had no problems understanding her friend. Also, unlike most people, I spoke to her, and treated her like the intelligent adult she was. This lead to a date, which lead to a relationship with Sarah.
Fast-forward a few months.
Sarah and I’s schedules were very busy. Our dates were mostly just take-out food and TV/movies at her house. Betsy would be there, of course—and that was just fine. Around 7pm, Sarah and I would excuse ourselves to make love. We tried to keep it quiet, but sometimes Sarah’s sighs were a bit loud. While I don’t make moaning noises during ejaculation, my breathing gets heavy and loud as a week’s worth of cum, finally liberates itself from my body. Betsy wouldn’t say anything, but she heard.
We all need attention-That one fateful Saturday
I’d make love to Sarah very slowly, to make it last—and to keep it quiet. I was steadily approaching orgasm when Sarah said, “Stop. Listen” I heard nothing. Sarah said, “I think Betsy is crying.” I need to check on her.
Disappointed for the moment, but very understanding, I removed my penis from her and sat up. Putting on robe, Sarah went to check on Betsy. A few minutes later, I could hear the squeaking of Betsy’s wheel-chair. Still erect, I did my best to cover. *This was before internet porn. Other than a few movies and photos, it was the first penis she had seen.
Betsy’s Tears-
For all the understanding Sarah and I had for Betsy’s condition, we never thought about her “adult” needs. Nobody did. Betsy was sad that she had no one to share her body with. Hearing our Saturday night pleasure for the past few weeks had made her realize she needed affection too. She had never learned to masturbate. She would listen to us, get wet and aroused, and go to bed frustrated. Her emotions had finally peaked. Still erect, I tried to get my pants without further exposing my penis, but Sarah stopped me. “Keep those pants off! You’re not going anywhere!” Instead, she motioned me to help undress Betsy. A bit nervous myself (Was this cheating?), Sarah’s actions and words were clear. We were helping a friend.
Betsy, initially, did her best to resist. After asking Betsy and getting the OK, Sarah directed me to kiss Betsy behind the ears, down her neck, and to the top of her small cleavage (her breasts were a perky A-cup). She completely relaxed. Sarah removed what little cover I had. Both of us naked, we eased Betsy from her wheelchair and placed her in the middle of the bed. We undressed her completely, both kissing her newly exposed skin. Her whole body seemed to be blushing and her vagina was very wet.
Neither girl has lesbian feelings, but female best friends are more comfortable with each other than men.
Sarah took Betsy in her arms, stroked her hair and massaged her shoulders. I kissed and touched Betsy’s intimate parts (all at Sarah’s wish).
I, lightly stroked Betsy’s breasts and nipples, kissed her tummy and nuzzled her vagina. With Sarah’s help, Betsy touched my body too.
Betsy’s inner thighs seemed particularly sensitive. Using very light touches, I stroked her thighs and very—very lightly rubbed the lips of her vagina. Up and down. Never penetrating, just feather touches. She began shaking. Very slowly at first, then more. She started to cry again as her body fully convulsed into her first orgasm. Her hand had, almost painfully, been gripping my penis. The twitching from her condition, plus the waves of her first orgasm triggered my own release. Wave after wave of semen – six total—spewed from my aching man-hood. It was the most I’d ever cum. Most of it went into Betsy’s face and chest. A lot of it flying into Sarah’s hair. All the time we were touching Betsy, Sarah’s free hand was rubbing herself. As my cum landed on her, she too had an orgasm sighing ever so sweetly until it passed. We laid there, the three of us, for rest of the night. Betsy in the middle and Sarah and I on each side, we laid still in a blissful hug.
Sarah and I were a couple, not a threesome with Betsy. We didn’t include her every Saturday, but did on occasion. With a wand massager, Betsy learned to masturbate. Often she was lay next to us, masturbating, as Sarah and I fucked. We also taught her how to give a decent hand-job—without tearing off the dick. Eventually, we found a few very gentle and nice guys to “service” Betsy. She wasn’t interested in a long-term relationship, but like all of us, she just needed a bit of affection.

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