Am I Beautiful?
written by:
Beholden

Amy and I had rented a house down on the south coast. The house overlooked a small and secluded horseshoe-shaped bay with a small beach of white sand nestled between the rocky outcrops. The view was magnificent, but unfortunately it was lost on Amy, who has been blind since birth. She still appreciated the peace and quiet and the isolation. It gave her senses a rest, she said.

I led Amy by the hand down the path from the house to the beach. It was a warm day, bordering on hot, and Amy wore a white bikini. With her short bob of curly black hair, she looked really beautiful. I had a pair of navy board shorts on. We crossed the sand and stood at the water's edge, hand in hand, facing the sea. Amy listened, her face turned up to the sun, and wiggled her toes in the wet sand. She felt the ripples of water creeping over her feet and then hissing in retreat as the sand fizzed little bubbles. To her right, she could hear waves crashing onto distant rocks. Somewhere nearby, a pair of seagulls squabbled raucously.

"Tell me what you see," said Amy.

I told her, "The sun is bright. Everything looks sharp and clear. The sea is calm and flat all the way to the horizon." I paused and looked around. "There are rocky cliffs to our right and some dark, jagged looking rocks in the sea. The waves are sending up a big spray every time they hit the rocks." I looked down at my feet. "There are a few shells on the sand." I picked up a smooth looking shell and put it in Amy's hand. She ran her fingers over the edge of the shell.

"Are there any people here?" she asked.

"No. We are all alone here."

Amy started to take off her bikini. "Then we can be naked, right?" she said.

"Sure we can," I said, and slipped out of my board shorts. We hadn't seen another soul all day, so I didn't see any harm in being au naturel.

"Are you naked too?" asked Amy, turning towards me. "You wouldn't take advantage of a poor blind girl, would you?" Amy always had a way of laughing at herself, which I loved about her.

I took her hand and ran her fingers down the side of my naked hip. "See? Nothing," I said.

Amy slid her hand around the front of my thigh and cupped my dick and balls in her hand. "Mmmm... now I know you are naked, shy boy," said Amy and I laughed. Amy removed her hand. I wished she would have left it there...

"Am I beautiful?" asked Amy. I looked at her and ran my gaze from her head down to her feet. It was a pity that she could never see herself in a mirror and realise how beautiful she did look.

"Yes, you're very beautiful," I told her. "Tell me how beautiful I am."

We had often played this little game, but I never tired of it. "You... you look like a goddess. Your curves flow down your body like dripping honey. Your smile dazzles me. Your arms and legs are slim but strong."

Amy smiled at the sea. "Is that all?"

"No, that's not all," I continued. "Your breasts are the perfect size to fill my cupped hands. Your nipples are pink and raised, and feel so nice under my tongue."

Amy smiled and swayed in a little twist from side to side, lapping up my words. "Your stomach has a sexy little soft curve to it. The little mound under your pussy hair invites me to caress you and your sexy ass makes me want to fall to my knees and kiss your feet. You're the most beautiful thing here, outshining even the sun."

Amy grinned, her white teeth shining between her lips. "I don't believe you," she said playfully. I smiled. We both knew where this was going. I took her hand and placed it over my stiffening cock.

"Do you believe this?" I asked. Amy closed her fingers around me and felt me growing in her hand. "What does this tell you?" I asked her.

"It tells me that you are nothing but a horny male."

"Uh-uh. It tells me that your beauty is making me crazy. Hell, your beauty makes every man crazy. If there were a hundred men here, they would all be going nuts. There's a guy over there who's got a mighty hard dick, that's what you've done to him."

"Where?" said Amy, alarmed. "You said we were alone!"

"No, no," I said quickly. "We are alone. I'm pretending..."

Amy hit my arm. "Prick." After a short pause, she said "Is he still watching me?"

"Yes, he is. He's coming over here. He says he wants to see you on your hands and knees on the sand."

"Like this?" asked Amy and got down on all fours on the wet sand, the water swirling around her hand and knees.

"Yes. He's stroking his cock - it's really hard now," I said as I ran my fist slowly along my dick. "He says he needs to fuck your mouth."

"Ok, mister," said Amy. "You can fuck my beautiful mouth."

I knelt in front of Amy and fed my cock between her lips. While I rocked my hips and reached underneath her to hold her swaying tits, Amy swirled her tongue around my cock head in her mouth, sucking and tugging gently. "This guy wants to cum in your mouth..." I said, making Amy moan around my dick.

"There's another guy coming over. He says he wants to fuck your tits and cover your neck in his cum." I slipped my dick out of Amy's mouth and raised her to sit up on her knees.

Amy squeezed her breasts together with her hands into a fleshy valley and said "OK, mister, you can fuck my beautiful tits." I pressed my cock between her tits, which were slightly slippery with a thin sheen of sweat, and starting thrusting my cock roughly up and down inside Amy's cleavage.

"Your tits are so beautiful, he wants to cover your nipples in hot cum, he says." I pressed Amy's face against my stomach and felt her tits wrapping around my swollen shaft. I was getting close...

"Hey mister, what do you want?" I said. "He says he wants to fuck your pussy, Amy." I let go of Amy and pushed her back down onto all fours. Moving behind her, I rubbed my fingers over her pussy lips and felt that she was very wet and receptive.

"Fuck my beautiful pussy!" cried out Amy and rested her chest down on the wet sand, pushing her beautiful butt in the air. With one hand on her ass, I guided my cock to her pink hole and eased it inside her. When it was firmly lodged, I held her ass in both hands and started to fuck her.

"He says," I said in between deep breaths, "that he is going to fuck you hard," and I started slamming my cock into her, sending ripples through her ass cheeks on every impact.

"Fuck... me..." moaned Amy in between slams, her hips open wide for me. I licked my finger and drilled it into Amy's asshole while I fucked her.

"You have a beautiful asshole," I grunted.

"Do you want to fuck it, mister?" asked Amy as she squirmed on my cock.

I took my dick out of Amy, wet and slippery with her pussy juices, and worked it into her tight asshole, feeling her stretching opening for me.

"Is my ass beautiful, mister?" asked Amy as she shuddered beneath me.

"Yes, it is," I said in between groans. "It makes we want to give you a rectum full of semen."

"Uh, you dirty pig," grunted Amy as she pushed back at my thrusting hips, waiting for my hot load.

Before I would come, I pulled out of Amy and pushed her down onto her stomach. As I flipped her over onto her back, I said "Amy... it's me. Everyone else has gone." I parted her thighs with my hands and knelt between them.

"Am I beautiful?" asked Amy, looking breathless, shining wet with a light frosting of sand.

"Let me tell you how beautiful you are," I said, and lowered myself onto her body, our stomachs pressing together as I penetrated her. I gathered her head into my hands, my fingers tangled in her wet hair, and pressed my lips to hers. Amy wrapped her arms around my neck and her thighs around my waist and moaned into my mouth as she accepted my seed and trembled in ecstasy beneath me. I closed my eyes and pressed her face to the crook of my neck as we danced and span together in the darkness of the void. Love truly was blind...