Disabled Erotica

Danish Amputee Kayak Girl

Author Sam James

Oliver sat in the cockpit of his small sailing yacht, which was secured in his berth at the North end of the marina. It was early evening and he was enjoying the evening sunshine, and drinking a cold beer, having finished work for the day.

The wind was fairly strong and but blowing off the land, so it was pleasantly warm, and his boat was in the lee of the harbour café, so it was not too windy to sit outside.

Oliver was watching the rowing club pontoons, which were only a few meters away in front of his boat. There was much activity in people launching canoes and kayaks, and the dingy club were also using the pontoons to launch for their Tuesday evening race.

He could see out of the Northern entrance to the marina that the sea was quite choppy outside. The dingy sailors would love this as there was a strong wind, but he thought the group getting into their river type canoes would probably have to paddle round inside the harbour. One really needed a sea kayak with the spray deck on to go out in the current conditions, and the experience to handle such a boat.

As he watched the canoeists launch and get into their boats a strikingly beautiful Scandinavian blond girl shot in through the marina entrance in her Scarlet coloured sea kayak. She leaned back on the paddle to execute a perfect turn on the top of the small wave that she surfed in through the entrance on. It was obvious to Oliver that the conditions were as he thought outside, as she was wet from paddling into the wind and waves to get to the harbour, the sunlight glinting off her wet paddle and boat.

She turned her boat and paddled slowly towards him and the pontoons. He saw that her arms and face were wet with salt water and well tanned, as she just wore a T-shirt under her swim vest. Her blond hair was tucked up under her baseball cap showing her slim neck.

He sat watching her; captivated by her beauty and the way she controlled her kayak in the windy harbour as she waited for space to become available alongside the pontoon.

A girl who was about to launch her own canoe called out, ‘Hi Jenny, do you want to get alongside?’

The blond, who Oliver now knew was called Jenny answered that she did but was not in any hurry.

The girl on the pontoon dragged a couple of boats back onto the dock as their owners seemed to have just left them there, giving Jenny space right at the landward end of the pontoon.

Oliver watched as she maneuvered her kayak alongside, placed her paddle on the pontoon, and then removed her spray deck. She placed the paddle across the back of her cockpit at ninety degrees, so the far end lay on the dock and then put her hands by her hips and levered her body out of the kayaks narrow cockpit to sit on its aft deck. Oliver was still looking, as he waited to glimpse her no doubt, long, well tanned legs as she got out of her boat.

He expected her to stand up in the cockpit and step ashore as all the experienced paddlers did. He had seen this done many times and marvelled at their balance and confidence when doing this.

To his surprise the girl shuffled her bottom across from the deck of the kayak onto the pontoon, as a beginner might do. He was surprised as her boat handling and the fact that she sea paddled in the current conditions meant she was certainly not a beginner.

Jenny leaned back over from the pontoon and grabbed the painter of her boat, tying it to the side of the dock. She then put her paddle back in the cockpit. Oliver had seen other people do this when stopping for an ice cream at the café, not wanting to lift out their boats, as they were not staying. He waited for her to swing her legs ashore and stand up.

He was amazed when she shuffled back from the edge of the dock on her bottom, as he now saw that the reason she was not standing up was that she just had two stumps where her legs should have been.

As she moved on up the dock, shuffling on her hands and bottom he could see that her legs ended at mid thigh, her stumps covered by the black leggings that she wore, which must have been sewn up to cover her thigh stump ends.

He watched as she easily shuffled off the pontoon end and up the concrete slipway into the boatshed, leaving her boat behind tied to the dock.

Oliver drained the last of his beer from the tin then walked up to the bow of his yacht and stepped onto the dock. He walked purposefully up the dock and round to the boatshed without thinking about what he was doing. He just hoped she was still inside the shed and wanted to see her.

He got to the open door of the boatshed and peered inside. It was hard to see in as he was coming from the bright sunshine outside into a dark shed.

It seemed deserted as all the other club members were now down on the dock or already out on the water.

He was just about to leave, wondering with embarrassment what he would have said to her if she had still being in there when a woman’s voice called out from the back of the shed.

‘Hi there, can I help you?’

Oliver took a step further inside and then spotted Jenny sat in her wheelchair right at the back of the shed towelling her body down.

Oliver did not know what to say.

He stammered out, ‘just wondered if you wanted your boat bringing up from the dock?’

Jenny said that someone would do it later when they all returned, as they knew it was hers. She detected a look of disappointment spreading across his face.

‘You can bring it up for me if you like,’ she said. ‘It will make some space on the pontoon as it’s a bit busy tonight.’

Oliver said he would do so, and then walked back down the dock to pick up the boat.

When he returned to the shed with it he smiled at her, her long blond hair now free to roam over her shoulders.

‘It goes on the second row up, third space in from the right,’ she called.

Oliver found the space and slid the kayak into its storage spot. He saw each boat space had a name placard on it and hers said ‘JML’.

‘I’ve put it in the space with JML over it, is that ok?’

‘That’s fine,’ she called. ‘I do appreciate your helping me with it.’

‘That’s ok; I overheard your first names Jenny. What do the M and L stand for?’

‘Marie Lind,’ she called out from the back of the shed.

‘That’s a nice name Jenny Marie Lind. My names Oliver Jones. Pleased to be of service.’

‘Would the delightfully English Mr Jones like to join me for a beer at the café as a thank you,’ she said, in a perfectly correct English accent.

Oliver said that he would love to.

She said she would see him round the side of the boatshed as she would need to leave by the back door in her wheelchair, as she could not get past the stored boats.

Oliver went out the front and walked round to the side to wait for her, wondering what she would look like wearing her prosthetic legs.

She surprised him again by wheeling round the corner wearing a short yellow cotton summer dress, her thigh stumps still clearly on view, as she now wore a pair of white leggings with the ends sewn up.

‘Is there anything wrong?’ she asked, picking up on his surprised expression.

‘No nothing at all,’ he said. ‘I was just expecting you to be wearing your legs, that’s all.’

Jenny said that she never bothered bringing them with her when she was going paddling, as she would have to leave them ashore. The water would not do them any good, and if she were to be wearing them and capsize the weight would probably drown her.

Oliver followed her as she wheeled her chair up the ramp to the café terrace. He pulled a chair out of the way at a vacant table to allow her to wheel herself into place, and then sat down to join her.

The waitress came over and they ordered a beer each.

‘It’s a lovely evening,’ Oliver remarked, just for something to say.

‘It is, and its great paddling weather with the sun and warm water. I love it when the winds blowing a bit making a few waves along the shore. Its good to have your paddling skills put to the test occasionally.’

The waitress returned with the beers. Jenny paid, insisting that she was doing so as he helped her by carrying her boat up.

Oliver said that it would have saved her money to tell him to leave it where it was and let another club member do it for her.

‘Then you would have had no reason to be sat here with me. In fact you would probably have gone back to your boat in a huff, and avoided me. And I would not have had a chance to get to know the Englishman who keeps his boat here in Denmark. That would have been a pity.’

‘I wondered how you knew I was English, as you never said anything to me in Danish.’

‘I have seen you on your boat several times. In fact I saw you today working in the cockpit when I went out, but you were too busy to notice me. As for your Englishness, the boats flag rather gives it away.’

They sat in silence for a few minutes taking in the evening and the view over the harbour. Oliver kept sneaking glances at her shortened legs, admiring the neatly rounded stump ends covered by the tight white Lycra of her leggings.

‘I spotted you watching me paddle round when I came in,’ she quipped.

‘I must confess that its not the first time I have watched you paddle in and out of the harbour,’ he answered.

‘So what made you decide to come up to the shed and see me tonight?’ she asked.

‘I have never seen you get out of your boat before. I didn’t know you needed a hand to get it in and out of the boatshed.’

‘So you did not know my legs had been amputated until you watched me get out of my boat tonight,’ she mused.

‘No I didn’t. I was expecting to see a pair of long Nordic legs with a tan to match your arms and face when you got out of your boat. I was a little surprised.’

‘Surprised, and curious too, it seems. What made you decide to come up and offer your assistance?’

‘I don’t know. I didn’t decide to come and see you. One minute I was sat in my boats cockpit, and the next I was ashore and walking over to the boatshed. I really wanted to see you, but then again I was almost relieved when I couldn’t see anyone in the shed. I thought I would die of embarrassment when you called out to me from the back of the shed.’

Jenny leaned closer to him and whispered, ‘ would you have come over to see me if I had walked ashore on the perfect legs you were expecting me to possess, and carried my own boat up to the shed?’

Oliver tried to sidestep the implied question by saying ‘if you had been able to walk up the slipway carrying your own boat there would have been no need for me to come over, would there?’

‘That was not my question, and you know it wasn’t,’ she whispered.

‘Oh, I see what you’re getting at,’ he said rather sheepishly. ‘Your question is if you were not an amputee, would I have followed you? The answer is probably not, as I would not have had a way of opening a conversation. Anyway you would then be just one of many good looking blond women walking round the marina in shorts showing off your tanned pins.’

‘So my disability makes me stand out from the crowd, eh,’ She smiled as she said this, appreciating the irony of her statement.

He could not help himself looking down at her stumps as she smoothed her leggings over them with her hands. She smiled again at his interest and lifted her right one, making a circle in the air with the end before letting it relax back onto the sat of her wheelchair.

‘So my disability makes me more noticeable. I can see that. But I think in your case these stumps also make me more attractive to you,’ she whispered again.

‘I have not thought about it,’ said Oliver. ‘I just had to try and see you. I have never attempted to chat up a DAK amputee before.’

‘So you even know the correct term for my disability. I think you are what the nurses in the rehab centre called a “devote”. I didn’t believe them at first when they said there were men and women out there that would find me more attractive as an amputee. I thought they were just giving me some hope that someone could still find my maimed body attractive. Do you have pictures of disabled women stored on your computer? Have you researched disabilities on the Internet? I bet you have you naughty boy!’ She smiled, then began to chuckle to herself.

Oliver looked hurt at her mocking him.

Jenny knew she needed to retrieve the situation quickly if she wanted to get closer to him.

‘I am flattered that you find me attractive,’ she said. ‘I am also pleased that the “devote” thing seems to be correct, as I cannot grow new legs. I will always have these little stumps for limbs and I hope to have a long life ahead of me. If I were not attractive to anyone it would be a very lonely existence. I think the health professionals that ridicule “devotes” need to think about that.’

Oliver smiled again. ‘So your not annoyed with me for being attracted to you, then.’

‘Of course not,’ she said. ‘Look, I am getting hungry, and I left a stew in the slow cooker for my dinner. There will be enough for two if we cook a few more potatoes. I don’t want any more to drink before I drive home. Why don’t you join me for dinner? I only live just up the road. You will be able to walk back later.’

Oliver could not believe his luck. He hadn’t thought about the possibility of things moving on so quickly.

‘I will just have to nip over and close my boat up. Then I would be pleased to join you for dinner.’

She waited while he went to his boat and came back again, dressed in trousers and a shirt rather than his shorts and T-shirt. He followed her as she wheeled herself across the car park to her black Renault Clio. She opened the driver’s door, boosted her bottom from the wheelchair to the driving seat, collapsed her chair then placed it in the backseat. Oliver got in the passengers side.

He looked at the confusion of hand controls as the car had obviously being modified for disabled use.

‘How did you adapt to driving a car without foot pedals?’ he asked.

‘I never learned to drive before my accident, so it was quite easy. I only know how to drive with the hand controls.’

Oliver did not try to hide his gazing at her amputated stumps as she shuffled to get comfortable in the seat and fastened her seatbelt. His attraction to her legs was out in the open now, so he felt comfortable looking. He also knew that an accident had caused her to loose her legs rather than an illness. Answering that question also made him more comfortable as he knew more about her.

‘You can touch them if you like,’ she said, lifting her stumps again to show him the rounded ends.

Oliver stretched out his hand and ran his fingers over an amputated stump for the first time. It felt softer than he had imagined and very fleshy. He ran his hand up the outside of her thigh almost to her hip under her dress. She turned towards him and felt his other hand on the inside of her thigh stump. She moved it slightly as she felt him begin to explore her stump more fully.

‘I think we had better go,’ she said, as she placed her hand on his thigh well above the knee. ‘I think there might be another swollen stump in here somewhere that might like to be touched.’

With that she started the car. Oliver took his hands from her thigh and fastened his own seatbelt.

It was, as she had said; only a couple of minutes drive to her house. When they pulled up in the drive he was suitably impressed by the large house built mainly of glass on the shore overlooking the bay.

Jenny saw his jaw drop.

‘Its dads house,’ she said. ‘I just live here at the moment.’

She saw him take a step back. He didn’t want to meet her father at the moment. He knew what her old man probably thought of men chasing his poor, crippled daughter.

‘Don’t worry. Dads out with his latest girlfriend. He will not be back until well after midnight as they have gone to a show, then will probably visit a bar or two.’

He got out of the car first then walked round to the driver’s side to help her out. He took her wheelchair from the back seat and opened it for her by the driver’s door. Jenny thanked him and then boosted her bottom over into her wheelchair.

He followed her up the ramp to the front door, and then into the house.

Oliver took in the spacious bungalow with the picture window covering the whole of the front wall, giving a massive view of the bay and the big Danish sky.

‘This place is amazing,’ he said.

Jenny agreed and said it was one of the reasons she had taken her dad up on the offer to live with him for a while until she found another flat.

She told him to take a seat at the dining table whilst she attended to putting out dinner, as she needed to eat soon.

Oliver sat at the smoked glass dining table and stared at the view over the bay as the sun began to set. Jenny wheeled back in from the kitchen with a bottle of wine in her lap, together with a corkscrew and two glasses.

Oliver opened the bottle and poured the wine. They drank a toast to each other and the evening.

Jenny then wheeled back into the kitchen, leaving Oliver to sip his wine, and wonder where the evening was going to lead.

She returned with a tray across her lap with two plates of stew on it, and the cutlery. She placed this on the table then drew her wheelchair up to sit opposite Oliver. This disappointed him slightly as he now had no view of her legs.

The food was good and he said so. Jenny said it was just a basic thing she put together because she could leave it to cook whilst she was out with her boat.

They ate in silence for a while, easy in each other’s company. Then Oliver broke it by saying, ‘so it was an accident which led to the loss of your legs Jenny?’

Jenny sighed and said ‘Yes, It will be two years in January. I suppose you would like to know what happened!’

Oliver blushed and said ‘only if you want to tell me. I’m just curious I guess.’

Jenny said that she knew he would want to know sooner or later as everyone she met did. She was just getting a little tired of telling the story that was all.

She said she had been going on a skiing holiday with two friends just after New Year. They had arrived in Austria and were on the bus from the airport to the resort. It was one of the busses that bent in the middle. The bus was full with many people standing, which was ok as it was only a thirty-minute journey. She and her two friends Karolyn and Louise had managed to get seats in the section of the bus that swivelled.

It was a dark night and snowing quite heavily. The bus wound its way round the mountain roads with often-sheer drops off the road to the valley below appearing on the bends with only a crash barrier to prevent vehicles going over the edge.

They had been travelling about twenty minutes and were well up in the mountains when the bus lurched across the road and scrapped along the cliff face opposite one of the drop offs. It glanced off the cliff face a few times as it was going fast, then turned on its side, sliding along the road before smashing head on back into the rock face. The bus had folded in the middle right where the three friends were sat.

Jenny said the change in noise level from the squealing and scraping of tortured metal to complete silence was frightening. They lay in the dark, and then someone began to sob, someone else to scream in pain.   She pushed a man upright that was lying heavily across her, and he fell to the floor, making no sound. She wondered if he was dead.

She tried to move then almost panicked when she realised she was trapped by her legs. She could not see how as it was completely dark. She put her hand out and felt Karolyn still sat beside her. She was conscious but said she couldn’t move either. They tried to keep each other talking and conscious as they waited for rescue.

Rescuers were on the scene quickly as they were only a few miles from the resort. She heard people screaming and crying as they were helped out of the wreckage. A paramedic soon found them and assessed their injuries by torchlight. Jenny had seen in the beam of the torch that her legs were trapped at her knees by part of the bending mechanism of the bus, and Karolyn’s legs were trapped lower down. She began to feel light headed and suddenly very cold. She cried out as the paramedic left her again, thinking he had left her to die. He returned a few moments later with a woman who had doctor stenciled on her jacket.

She talked to the paramedic in German, which Jenny could understand.

They decided that they must amputate her legs to free her from the wreck; otherwise she would die of blood loss and the cold. It was taking too long to get cutting equipment to the scene to cut people free.

Jenny felt a needle prick her arm, then the fuzzy warm feeling of the morphine running through her veins, then nothing.

She awoke in hospital two days later, and at first didn’t know where she was or why she was there. A nurse noticed she had come round and called the doctor. He told her that she had lost both her legs above the knee, but other wise was remarkably uninjured, and would make a full recovery. Jenny just had time to ask if her friends had made it out of the wreck alive too, and was reassured that they were also in the hospital before she passed out again. She was in and out of consciousness for a few days.

‘Wow,’ said Oliver with a dry throat, ‘that’s some story. You were lucky to be alive.’

‘I know,’ she said. ‘That’s why I do not complain about my disability. Being a DAK amputee is much better than the alternative offered by fate that night. Maybe you can see why I do things on impulse now, like inviting you here so soon after meeting you. Life can change very quickly. My life changed completely in two minutes that night.’

‘And Karolyn and Louise, what happened to them?’

‘Karolyn lost both her feet in the same way, but her spinal chord was also damaged. She is now a paraplegic with no feeling from her waist down. Louise was sat by the window, and had her right arm ripped off at the shoulder as the bus slid along the road. She is ok but I don’t see her much. I see Karolyn often. I shared her flat until I moved back here.’

Jenny needed to lighten the mood. After all she had brought Oliver home for some much needed sex. She wheeled round to his side of the table and sat next to him, sharing the view across the bay to the city, the lights of which were now beginning to come on. She placed his hand on her right thigh stump to remind him what had attracted him to her. He began to massage it gently paying particular attention to the rounded end.

‘How would you like to feel my stumps if I were wearing black stockings,’ she whispered.

‘I cannot think of anything I would like to do more right now,’ he gasped.

‘Enjoy the rest of the wine while I go and slip into something more comfortable,’ she said.

Oliver watched her wheel away towards her bedroom, then moved the swelling in his boxer shorts to a more comfortable position. He felt his knob leak in protest at the movement. He could not believe his luck at things progressing so quickly. However, he could see why she now took opportunities as they arose, rather than looking at things long term.

He gasped in admiration when Jenny reappeared from the bedroom several minutes later. She was sat in her wheelchair wearing a burgundy, crushed velvet cocktail dress, which was hemmed at mid thigh, showing off her black nylon clad stumps. Her blond hair was once again pinned up showing her slim neck, round which she wore a choker in the same burgundy velvet.

‘What do you think of my outfit?’ she asked, as she wheeled slowly towards him.

Oliver said she looked stunning, even without the matching shoes.

Jenny smiled at this and wheeled her chair up to stop in front of him.

They both leaned forward and kissed, Oliver putting his hands on her hips to pull her to him. He then ran his hands down over her hips and on to her short thighs, passing the hem of her dress and resting his fingers on her nylon covered stumps.

Jenny moved them slightly apart to encourage him to explore further.

Oliver caressed her rounded stump ends then moved his hands up the inside of her thighs to find her stocking tops.

Jenny shimmied up her dress to allow her thighs to part further and show him the tanned flesh between her stocking tops and her black panties. Oliver, thus encouraged, moved his fingers up further, and was soon running his thumbs along the indentation in her panties that covered her slit, causing Jenny to moan appreciatively.

She reached out into his lap and ran her fingers over the promising swelling in his trousers. He felt strong and ready for her.

‘Lets get more comfortable on the sofa,’ she said. ‘I feel too disabled sat in this chair.’

Jenny wheeled her chair over to the sofa and quickly transferred across to the seat. Oliver followed quickly behind her.

Once on the sofa they were in each other’s arms, Jenny falling back to allow him to lay almost on top of her, their mouths joined in a passionate kiss.

Oliver’s hands went round behind her to the zip of her dress, and then quickly ran it down to its end in the small of her back. His fingers then found her bra clasp and quickly unfastened it.

Jenny shrugged the dress and her bra off her shoulders and offered her pert tits up to his lips. Oliver soon had her right nipple between his lips, sucking it tenderly into erection.

Jenny found his bulge again and quickly brought his rampant cock out into the open. He gasped as he found out how sharp her nails were as she ran her fingers up and down his length.

His hand went back to her stumps and then up between them to her panties, which were by now damp with anticipation.

Oliver pulled her panties to one side and found her slit to be wet and ready to be parted by his fingers.

He ran a finger along her slit feeling her juices seep on to it, her clit already swollen and aching to be touched. He moved away from it, making her wait, his fingers exploring her outer lips and just occasionally touching the opening to her love tube.

She pushed his head down to her lap.

Oliver got the message and slipped off the sofa to kneel before her. He gripped her hips and pulled her to the edge of the cushion so that he could get his face between her thighs. He only had to pull her panties down six inches to get them off her. He then spread her pussy lips with his thumbs and ran his tongue along the whole length of her slit from her bum crease to the top of her slit, carefully avoiding her clit. He lapped her slowly like this several times, ignoring her pleas to lick her clit.

Jenny groaned deeply as he opened her inner lips with his thumbs and began to circle the entrance to her love box with his tongue, encouraging her juices to flow freely from inside.

She moaned even louder when he slipped two fingers into her eager love hole, sliding in on her warm juices. He explored the inside of her cunt for a while, caressing the walls of her love tube, inducing more cream production.

Jenny loved the feeling of strong male fingers inside her, something she had not had for some time.

Oliver then shocked her by lapping at the pool of her cream that had collected in her anus, before circling her ring with his tongue.

She loved to be rimmed, but had previously only had it done to her by another girl. She didn’t think boys were into this so much.

She almost doubled up in pleasure as he thrust three fingers up into her cunt, stretching her more than she expected.

Oliver loved the squelching sounds his fingers made as he pumped her juices from her saturated cunt.

Jenny didn’t want to come just yet so she gripped his wrist and guided his hand away from her cunt and up to her mouth to taste her own cream.

Oliver moved in between her thighs and offered his leaking cock to her slit.

Jenny put her hand on his knob and felt his viscous leakage, oozing from the tip. She licked her thumb and savoured the texture of his sperm on her tongue.

She wanted him up her right now, needed him deep inside her, but had the sense to know that he could get her belly up very easily.

‘Put me back in my chair,’ she said breathlessly. ‘I need to go and get something.’

Oliver wondered what she might need. He did think of just thrusting his knob up her anyway, but the look of semi-panic on her face told him not to.

He stood up and quickly picked her up and sat her back in her wheelchair.

Jenny scooted out of the room towards the bedrooms.

She returned triumphantly a few seconds later holding a foil packet in her lips.

Oliver took the condom packet from her, opened it, and then carefully rolled the sheath down over his cock, being very careful not to set off his own spending.

‘Oh fuck me,’ she gasped. ‘Please. Now.’

Oliver lifted her up out of her wheelchair and as she opened her stumps to wrap her body round him he found his sheathed knob aligned with her open hole.

Jenny sighed deeply as he lowered her onto his cock, feeling him slide in slowly all the way until her lips were brushing his balls.

He began to fuck her, lifting her up and down on his shaft. Jenny was surprisingly light without her legs and so he managed to keep this up longer that he would have thought possible.

After a minute or two he felt his back begin to tighten and so carried her to the dinning table. He laid her down on the table whilst his cock was still deeply embedded.

‘Knepp mig,’ she moaned, reverting to Danish in her time of need. ‘Knepp mig irvand kusse. Knepp mig harder.’

Oliver knew what she wanted and responded by thrusting deeply into her squelching cunt until he felt her tighten sharply round his shaft. He could not hold off his ejaculation as he felt her love muscles contracting rhythmically to encourage him to spurt his seed deep inside her.

Jenny gasped as she felt the strength of his spurts as he gave her his cream.

As soon as he had finished spurting she urged him to withdraw from her well fucked cunt, wrapping her fingers round the base of the condom to make sure it remained on his cock.

Oliver carried her back to the sofa, where they cuddled up together and watched the last of the light fade from the scene outside the window.

Jenny rolled the sheath off his shrunken cock and took him in her mouth, savouring his discharged seed. They shared his cream in their kisses.

Jenny reached for the TV remote control and switched on the set. She noticed the power light also lit on the DVD player, and wondered what film her father had been watching. She pressed play.

The film was part way through. The flat screen TV was filled with a picture of a young woman wearing stockings and heels laying in a gynaecologists chair, her dress up round her waist and her panties hanging round the heel of her stiletto heeled court shoe.

‘Oh dad,’ she cried. ‘He must have been watching this last night after I had gone to bed.’

A woman in a PVC nurses uniform was just withdrawing a large speculum from her “patients” pussy. She then squirted some lube onto her surgical glove clad fingers before beginning to feed them into the woman’s sex. She massaged the lube in well with her fingers, inserting first one, then two into the gradually expanding hole.

Oliver noticed how much attention Jenny was paying to the act on the screen.

Oliver watched her insert three, then four fingers into the well lubricated cunt, and then tuck her thumb inside her hand. He saw the woman in the stirrups try to relax and look at the nurse to indicate she was ready. The nurse then pushed and twisted a little. Oliver heard Jenny whisper ‘yes, that’s it, in you go,’ as the nurses knuckles passed through her opening and her hand was accepted in the woman’s cunt. The nurse asked if it felt ok, and the woman moaned that it was wonderful. She then began making small fucking movements with her hand, which was inside up to her wrist. The woman being fisted was obviously enjoying every twist and move of the hand inside her.

Oliver looked down at his firmly erect cock, Jenny’s fingers slowly working their way up and down his shaft. Her other hand had migrated to her pussy and she had a couple of fingers inside her own love hole.

He asked if she had ever taken a fist in her pussy.

Jenny said that was one of the main reasons that she still visited Karolyn when her partner was away. Karolyn had introduced her to fisting and she loved the feel of connection she got with another woman’s hand inside her.

She felt Oliver’s cock spasm at this, and watched a tear of pre come ooze from his slit.

‘You’re hands are too big,’ she quipped

‘I wasn’t thinking of trying to put my hand inside. I was thinking how much I might like to watch Karolyn put her hand inside you,’ he said hoarsely.

Jenny turned round to sit on his lap; her thigh stumps either side of his hips. Oliver’s oozing cock trapped between their bellies, her openly wet lips kissing his balls.

‘So you want to fuck my paralysed friend too. You do have a disability fetish, don’t you,’ she said with a smile.

Jenny squirmed her belly against him as she said this, causing his knob to leak more cream.

‘I want to fuck you again,’ he moaned.

‘I want you inside me again too, but we don’t have any more condoms, so no way big boy’

Oliver looked disappointed and desperate to come.

‘Put me back in my chair,’ she said.

Oliver picked her up and did as she asked, his leaky knob brushing her sex lips as he did so.

‘Now sit on the edge of the sofa,’ she said.

Again he did as he was told to do.

Jenny then wheeled up to him as close to the sofa as she could get, shuffled forward a little on her chair seat, then wrapped her nylon clad thigh stumps round his shaft.

Oliver moaned at the incredible sensation of the soft flesh of her stumps gripping his cock. As she moved her stumps up and down he oozed white pre come all over her black nylons.

He told her he couldn’t hold on much longer.

‘Good,’ she moaned. ‘I want your spunk all over my thighs and belly. Spurt your potent goo all over my stockings, Go on, do it for me.’

Oliver groaned, sobbed, and shuddered as his seed burned its way up his spasming length to spurt all over her thighs as she wanted him too. It felt so good to be spurting on her maimed flesh, as if he were baptising her new legs.

When she had encouraged the last drop of cream out of him he slumped back on the sofa, watching Jenny massage his seed into her soaked nylons. He also watched her carefully wipe away the spurt that had landed on her pussy lips. She definitely didn’t want any of him inside her.

Jenny boosted her bottom back onto the sofa, and then shuffled over to kiss him. Thanking him for a great evening.

Oliver took this to be his signal to get ready to leave, which was as well, as he felt like curling up on the sofa and sleeping off his lovely sex session. It would be a bit embarrassing if her father were to turn up and find them like this.

Oliver kissed her again, and then stood up to get dressed. He asked tentatively if he would see her again?

Jenny smiled as she scooped up a bead of his come from her stocking top and licked it suggestively off her finger, as if there would be any doubt that she might want to do this again.

‘I know where you live,’ she grinned.

Oliver went to the bathroom for a piss, then left the house for the short walk back to the marina, feeling shattered but elated. He was also wondering about his attraction to a severely disabled girl, and wondering if what she had said about him fantasising about sex with her paraplegic friend had been really said in jest, or if she detected a deeper disability fetish in him.

The End

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