Disabled Erotica

Rachel

Author Sam James

Philip walked into the Old Hall hotel and stood waiting to be served at the crowded bar. He eventually managed to purchase a pint of Theakstons, and then turned round to try and find somewhere to sit. He thought his luck was out and that he would have to stand in the overcrowded bar, but then noticed James beckon him over to the table he shared with two beautiful young women. Philip had met James earlier that day and they had got on well, and so he moved over to sit at his table.

‘Philip, this is my wife Catherine, and this is her sister Rachel,’ said James by way of introductions.

Philip said hello to the two ladies, then pulled up a stool to sit with them at the table.

‘So, did you get the shot you were waiting for at the Junction?’ asked James.

‘Yes I did,’ said Philip. ‘I’m glad I waited for that train, even though it was almost an hour late. The driver put on a spirited performance when climbing the bank from a standing start outside the signal box, lots of smoke and steam. I thought he might slip on the wet rails but he didn’t. Must really know the loco.’

‘I bet it was a bit dark for pictures by then though,’ said James.

‘Well, I shot on Black and White and up rated to 800 ASA, so the shots should be ok, if a little grainy,’ quipped Phil.

‘You will have to get yourself a digital camera like mine. 800 ASA is no problem then,’ jabbed James.

‘I don’t see the point in spending all that money on digital kit and then going home well before the light begins to fade,’ retorted Phil. He then noticed the gold heart shaped pendant hanging in the deep cleavage between Catherine’s well rounded breasts as it caught the light, and realised James may have had his reasons for going home early. ‘Unless you have a lovely wife waiting for you at home, that is,’ he said to dig his way out of a corner.

‘Catherine was riding the trains with Rachel. That is exactly why I left the junction when I did, as I wanted to join them for a beer on the 16.45 to Oxenden,’ said James.

‘I don’t suppose its much fun for a wife, standing with her husband by the line all day whilst he takes pictures,’ said Phil.

‘I do have a line side pass and high vis jacket, as well as a good collection of camera kit myself,’ said Catherine, smiling at Phil’s rather chauvinistic attitude. ‘I chose to ride the trains rather than photograph them today as I have lots of shots of the engines in service this weekend, as they have been used most days this summer.’

 ‘Do you live locally then?’ asked Phil.

‘We live within spitting distance of the line at the far end of the village,’ said James.

‘That must be great,’ said Phil, who had to travel for three hours by train to visit his favourite steam railway.

‘It is one of the reasons we live here and commute to work,’ quipped Catherine with a slightly sickly smile.

Phil felt that she hadn’t really taken to him. He realised that they hadn’t invited Rachel to join in the conversation, and that she had just sat quietly observing the verbal ping-pong, not offering any contribution. Phil turned towards her for the first time and admired the way her auburn hair fell in ringlets round her slim shoulders.

‘Are you a railway photographer too?’ asked Phil of Rachel.

‘I do take some pictures from the platform ends but I cannot really manage to walk on loose ballast so I don’t have a line side pass,’ said Rachel with a smile, pleased that someone had decided to bring her into the conversation. She also thought her sister was being very rude to Phil. ‘I was riding the trains with Catherine all afternoon, and had a great time. I love these themed weekends and the 1940’s events are my favourite.’

Phil began to warm to her easy conversation. He felt that he had been interrogating James and Catherine just to make conversation, but Rachel was different altogether.

She told him that she also lived in the village at the other end of the main street, and that she was a working volunteer on the railway. She either staffed the station shops, or cleaned the carriages in the carriage shed at Oxenden on several days each month during the operating season.

Phil noticed James and Catherine kissing quite passionately, considering they were sitting in a public hotel lounge, and so turned back towards Rachel and told her a little about himself and the guesthouse he was staying at. They laughed about the obviously gay guesthouse proprietors and some of the goings on those other volunteers had told her about during coffee breaks at the carriage sheds.

‘You will have to excuse me for a minute,’ said Rachel. ‘I need to go to the loo.’

Phil watched as she shuffled her bottom along the crimson leather bench seat until she was past the end of the table. She then leaned forward and gripped her right calf just below the hem of her long skirt, lifting her shapely, knitted black tights clad calf and black lace up ankle boot until her leg was straight. She then lowered her small heel to the carpet before reaching under the bench for her fore arm crutches. Phil watched her push her body up to stand on her feet and then walk with a pronounced limp across the bar towards the ladies room. He noted that she swung her right leg out in a slight arc as she walked to allow her heel to clear the carpet, her right knee remaining locked rigid. He also thought he detected a slight limp with her left leg although her left knee did appear to bend normally. He glanced across at James and Catherine, who only seemed to have eyes for each other. He then sat in silence as he awaited Rachel’s return. He watched her odd walk even more closely as she came back towards him, her pleated long skirt hiding her legs to mid calf. He realised that her left ankle appeared to be fixed as well, accounting for her slight limp on that leg. Rachel smiled at Phil as he studied her walking towards him, not in the least bit embarrassed about her crippled gait and use of her crutches. He watched her lower her bottom back on to the bench seat and place her crutches on the floor again, and then lift her right thigh and push her shin down to bend her knee to allow her to sit normally at the table. He also noted the pert swelling of her breasts showing through the thin, well fitting, black roll neck sweater that she wore.

‘That takes some doing,’ quipped Phil, once she was settled at the table again.

‘Its ok when you get used to it,’ quipped Rachel. ‘At least the loos are on the same level as the bar in this hotel. They seem to move them upstairs in all the refurbished pubs,’ said Rachel.

‘I can see how that might be awkward for you,’ said Phil.

‘I can do the stairs with my crutches, but its hard work, and no good at all if I get a bit tipsy,’ said Rachel with a smile.

‘I am ready for another beer. Would you like a drink?’ asked Phil.

‘Please, just half of Theakstons,’ said Rachel.

‘How about you two? Can I get you anything?’ said Phil to James and Catherine.

‘Well, we were thinking of heading off home for an early night,’ said James whilst squeezing Catherine’s thigh through her skirt.

‘That’s if you don’t mind, Rachel,’ said Catherine.

‘Of course I don’t mind. You know I can make my own way home. I want to stay and chat with Phil. I will call you tomorrow morning to see if you want to come with me on the trains again,’ said Rachel.

Phil went and waited at the bar to get the drinks, and when he returned Rachel was sat alone.

‘So they have left you to your own devices,’ said Phil.

‘Finally,’ said Rachel. They invited me out with them and then ignored me all evening. Glad you showed up as I hate playing gooseberry.’

‘They did seem to be eager to get home, if you get my drift,’ said Phil.

‘The kids are both away on a half term school holiday to France, and so they have their house to themselves. I think a bit of nookie on the sofa, rather than having to hide behind a locked bedroom door is on the cards,’ said Rachel.

They chatted about her work on the railway, the engines in steam that weekend, and about village life in general. He wanted to ask about her disability but didn’t know how to approach the subject. She knew that he realised that she was crippled, but didn’t want to mention it either, in case that broke a spell and by bringing it out into the open, frightened him away. She had been pleased that he hadn’t made his excuses and left whilst she was in the loo, as other men had done in the past.

They had soon finished their drinks, and a decision had to be made.

‘How about trying another pub along the street, as we will be getting you nearer home,’ said Phil

‘A move would be good. My backs getting stiff sitting on this bench seat,’ said Rachel.

‘Why don’t we see how busy it is in the Feathers?’ said Phil.

‘Upstairs loos, so I would rather not,’ said Rachel.

‘How about the Coach House then? I have never been in there but it looks ok,’ said Phil.

‘Might be crowded at this time of night but the loos are on the same level, so we could have a look,’ said Rachel.

Phil watched as she extracted herself from behind the table again and then lifted her leg straight before picking up her crutches. When she was stood up Phil picked up her leather bomber jacket and helped her to put it on. They walked out of the bar into the chilly autumn evening and down the cobbled street towards the Coach House.

‘I hope I’m not walking too slowly,’ said Rachel. ‘I have to be careful on these cobbles as it’s easy for my crutches to slip.’

‘Your doing fine,’ said Phil with a smile.

They arrived at the Coach House and went inside. It was as crowded as Rachel had feared but the found space and a bar stool at the far end of the bar. Once they had their drinks Phil offered Rachel the one bar stool.

‘I would love to sit down but it’s a bit awkward getting on to a stool so high,’ she said.

‘Let me help you,’ said Phil.

Rachel leaned her crutches on the bar and got her bottom on the edge of the seat. Phil grabbed her hips and helped her up onto the seat. Rachel lifted her left foot onto the footrest, but her right leg stuck out straight with her foot dangling in mid air. Phil saw his chance and gripped her thigh and calf, bending her knee for her and placing her right foot on the footrest. He had a good feel of her right leg through her skirt in the process. This confirmed the leg to be a prosthesis.

‘Thanks for that,’ said Rachel. ‘So now you know, although I am sure you had worked it out in the Old hall when I was returning from the loo.’

Rachel ran her hands along her right thigh as she said ‘this leg is a prosthesis.’

‘How much of a stump do you have?’ asked Phil. He blushed in embarrassment as he did so, realising he had voiced his thoughts without deciding whether he should say anything or not.

‘I don’t have any stump. They took my leg off at the hip,’ said Rachel.

The ice was now broken and they both relaxed visibly as the subject of her handicap was now out in the open.

‘When did you loose your leg?’ asked Phil.

‘Four years ago on my 25 th birthday,’ said Rachel. ‘Great birthday present eh!’

‘What happened?’ he asked.

‘In a word, cancer,’ said Rachel. ‘I had been having pains in my knee for some time, and it kept swelling up then going down again, but always tender and painful. The doctors didn’t seem to know what was wrong, blaming my active life as an outdoor education instructor, saying I had twisted my knee, then diagnosing cartilage trouble. They kept telling me to rest it, and gave me a stick to help me walk. Finally they sent me to hospital for a scan and a biopsy and discovered I had bone cancer in my knee. They decided to operate straight away and said they would save as much of my thigh as possible to help in wearing a prosthesis. When I came round after the operation I was surprised to find my hip bandaged and no thigh stump at all. The surgeon had found that the cancer had spread up my thigh and so had no choice but to take all my leg off.’

‘Do a hip dislocation. So you have to wear a harness to hold your leg on,’ quipped Phil.

‘Yes I do. Anyway, how do you know so much about amputations?’ asked Rachel. ‘I didn’t know what a hip dislocation was until I'd had one.’

Phil realised he had maybe said too much, and blushed in embarrassment.

‘Are you what they call a devotee?’ asked Rachel

‘I don’t really know,’ said Phil. ‘I like you. I was attracted to you when I first saw you, before I knew you were a cripple. I can honestly say that. But I did feel a deeper fascination and want to get to know you better when I watched you crutch back and too to the loo. I also needed to touch your leg and see what it felt like. I don’t know why. I hope that’s not putting you off me.’

‘No, of course its not, silly. I was so pleased that you hadn’t done a runner when I was in the loo, as several nice looking boys have done in the past. It’s just that we get told about devotees in rehab, but I don’t know if I have ever met one. I have read that some amputees find the idea of them being more attractive after their surgery repulsive.’

‘And what do you think?’ asked Phil nervously.

‘I don’t see that it matters why someone notices you in the first place as long as they are right for you in the end. There must be both nice, and nasty devotees out there as there are in any group of people. Railway photographers are a case in point. I know some really nice photographers, and I have also come across some complete arseholes when I have been working on the railway too.’

‘So you haven’t been out with a devotee in four years? That seems amazing as you are so beautiful,’ said Phil.

‘Well. I haven’t being well enough to go out on the pull for all of those four years. I did have a steady boyfriend after my right leg amputation, but he got tired of me and left when I started getting pains in my left ankle two years ago.’

‘Oh no,’ said Phil.

‘Oh yes,’ said Rachel. ‘This time I didn’t mess about, and went straight to the consultant I was still under at the hospital. He diagnosed that the cancer was now attacking my left leg and so had me in for surgery within the week. They managed to catch it early enough and so were able to save my left knee. I don’t know how I would have managed to walk if they hadn’t.’

‘I had noticed your slight limp on your left leg and thought that I hadn’t seen your ankle bend. So you have two prosthetic legs. I am amazed that you can walk so well.’

‘So now you know. My right leg off at the hip, and my left leg ends in a sexy little stump four inches below my knee.’

Phil put his hand on her left thigh and caressed it in the darkened bar. Rachel put her hands on his hips and pulled him closer to her, then ran her hand over the front of his pants, feeling the ridge of his strengthening arousal for her.

The barman called time.

‘I will have to go to the loo again before we walk out in the cold night air. I hope you don’t want to go as you may find it difficult in this state,’ she said, as she tested the strength of his swelling with her fingers.

Phil sat on the bar stool and awaited her return as the bar began to empty slowly.

Rachel returned. She whispered in his ear. ‘Can you see if there is a condom machine in the Gents? The one in the ladies is empty.’

Phil couldn’t believe his luck. Rachel was as good as saying she wanted to take him to bed with her. He had expected to be kissing her goodnight on her doorstep then returning to his B+B for the night, alone.

‘We had better do that on the way out. It seems that the doormen want to throw their paying customers out,’ said Phil.

He followed Rachel towards the door at the entrance to the bar, fascinated even more by her slightly awkward gait now that he knew she was walking on two prosthetic legs. He left her by the door whilst he nipped into the Gents, his heart pounding in his chest as he now felt that he really needed to get some condoms. Luckily the machine worked and obliged him with a packet of two, which he quickly slipped into his trouser pocket. His cock had slackened just enough to allow him to force out a stream of piss as he attempted to take the pressure off his bladder.

He returned to Rachel, and they moved outside.

‘Did you get any?’ she asked anxiously.

‘Yes, I did,’ he said with a smile.

‘I hope you don’t think I’m easy or anything like that,’ she said. ‘Its just that if we were to feel the need I’m not on the pill, that’s all.’

Phil put his arms round her and pulled her to him. Rachel opened her mouth and awaited his lips. They kissed tenderly at first, then more urgently as their passion mounted. She stood with her hands by her sides holding her crutches as his hands slipped down to her buttocks and pulled her belly tightly to his. Rachel swayed her hips to rub her belly against his throbbing cock.

‘If you spurt in your pants we wont need the condoms, and I will be disappointed,’ gasped Rachel as she pulled her mouth away from his.

‘Cripple fucker,’ spat a youth with a shaven head as he passed them on the street.

‘How can you get hard at the thought of fucking legless Rachel?’ chided another man in his twenties.

‘Don’t worry Rachel, he’s got some bonkers,’ said a third man, whom Phil recognised as he had been in the gents at the same time as him.

The men laughed as they ambled off down the street.

‘Sorry about that,’ said Rachel. They know my ex, and so know all about my amputations. Take no notice of them.’

‘Lets get going before we get any more abuse,’ said Phil.

He walked side by side with her down the street towards her cottage at the end.

It was only a short walk even for Rachel on her prosthetic legs and crutches, and they soon arrived at the door to her cottage. Rachel found the key in her pocket and let them in. Once in the hall she leaned her crutches against the wall and took off her jacket, hanging it on the coat stand. Phil did the same, discreetly transferring the condom packet to his jeans pocket in the process. Before he could reach out to touch her Rachel picked up her crutches and started off down the hallway.

‘Lets go through to the kitchen and fix ourselves a drink,’ she said, glancing back over her shoulder to Phil.

Phil followed her through the living room and into the kitchen, taking the opportunity to study her slightly lob sided gait once more. He didn’t know why it happened, but watching her walk had a very positive effect on the fullness of his cock. He slipped his hand inside his pants and moved his semi rigid length to a less constricted position as he followed her.

Rachel leaned her crutches against the kitchen worktop and reached up to open a cupboard door.

‘I like a whisky at this time of night when I have been drinking beer. How about a drop of Bowmore?’ she asked.

‘Bowmore would be fine, with just a splash of water,’ said Phil

‘That’s the only way to take it,’ quipped Rachel as she poured large measures into two tumblers.

Phil noticed that as well as the Bowmore, she also had Talisker, and Oban single malts in the cupboard.

‘You have a fine taste in whiskies Rachel,’ said Phil, somewhat surprised.

‘You don’t live and work in the highlands for five years without acquiring the taste for decent malts,’ said Rachel as she poured a splash of highland spring water into each glass, not wishing to pollute the whisky with fluoride treated tap water. She shuffled round to face him and offered him a glass.

Phil clinked his glass against hers and said ‘slaint eh vhar.’

Rachel smiled as she now knew he had also spent time in the highlands. They sipped the pale straw-coloured liquid and savoured the lightly smoked, peaty flavours of the Bowmore.

‘Thanks for walking me home,’ said Rachel. ‘Its nice to have some company.’

Phil put his glass on the kitchen table and moved to stand before her. He then put his arms round her and kissed her tenderly on the cheek, and then the lips.

Rachel put her glass on the worktop and wrapped her arms round him too. She returned his kiss with open-mouthed passion as she rocked her hips to rub his cock with her flat belly. They kissed for some time, his erection becoming more obvious to her as he put his hands on her buttocks and pulled her tighter to himself.

After a few minutes she pulled her mouth away from his, needing to catch her breath.

‘Lets move through into the lounge, where we can be more comfortable,’ she said. ‘Can you bring my glass for me?’

Rachel picked up her crutches and walked through to the living room. Phil followed with the drinks. She stopped by the arm of the sofa and lowered her bottom on to the arm, her right leg extended. She then dropped her crutches to the floor then lifted her right thigh with her hands to bend her leg. Next she shuffled her bottom over onto the seat of the sofa and adjusted her long skirt to cover her legs to below her knees.

Phil joined her and passed her drink to her.

‘That’s a neat way of getting down to sit on this low sofa,’ he commented.

‘It’s the only way, and it took me some time to figure it out,’ said Rachel.

They sat and drank in silence for a while, just enjoying each other’s company. The mood of passion generated in the kitchen seeming to have been left there. He thought his comment about her sofa move had put her off him a little.

‘So what were you doing in Scotland,’ he said tentatively, hoping to break the ice again.

Rachel took a sip of whisky and then said, ‘I was working as an outdoor education instructor at Fort William, teaching climbing and hill walking mainly.’

He noticed that she smoothed her right hand down the length of her prosthetic right thigh as she said this, as if she couldn’t believe the change in her body since those days.

‘I bet that was a great job,’ said Phil.

‘It was a nice job, and a great way of life up in the highlands. I just wish I had appreciated it a bit more at the time. I was so active then. Now look at me, a half legged cripple shuffling about on artificial legs, using crutches every day.’

Phil detected that she needed a hug, and so put his arms round her.

Rachel looked at him with a tear in the corner of her eye then opened her mouth to invite another kiss. Phil covered her mouth with his own and began a deeply passionate kiss, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths. He also moved his hands to her sides and began to feel her ribs through her thin black polo necked sweater. Rachel didn’t protest at this so he brought his hands round and began to caress her small firm breasts through her thin sweater and bra. The urgency of her kissing increased as she felt him circle her nipples and encourage them to erection, his thumbs teasing their tips through the cups of her bra.

Rachel pulled away from his kiss and grabbed the hem of her sweater. She then pulled it up and took it off over her head in one decisive movement. Before he had time to get his hands on her tits nestling in her bra cups she leaned forward and reached behind her to unfasten the clasps of her lace trimmed black bra. Phil lifted the cups away from her taut breasts and slipped the straps down her arms. His large hands returned to cup her breasts as she covered his mouth with hers again, initiating another deep kissing session. Her breasts were large enough to fill a hand without being too much, firm and pert with all the upper body exercise needed in her daily life just getting around. Her nipples were large for the size of breast and quickly stood to attention in response to his repeated circling with his fingers and thumbs.

Phil’s throbbing erection urged him to move things on a bit, so he moved his hands away from her tits and began to slip them down her sides to her hips. This didn’t bring any protest from Rachel so he ran them down on to her legs, feeling her prosthetic and real thighs through the pleated cotton of her long skirt. He broke away from the kiss to tease her nipples with his lips as he found the hem of her skirt and began to run his fingers up the inside of her prosthetic right leg. Rachel couldn’t feel his hand but she could see what he was doing. She allowed her thighs to part slightly in readiness for him getting to the top of her leg. Phil caressed her leg to the top of her knitted black stocking and then up over her bare leg to her hip, feeling the harness holding her leg in place. He then ran his hand round to the inside of her thigh and brushed his fingers over her black cotton panties. Rachel gasped as he did this, as she could now feel his hand on her lower body for the first time. He then moved over to her left leg and ran his hand up her left stocking from her knee, up over the end of her leg socket and on to her warm left thigh. He heard her moan in delight as he took his time to caress her inner thigh on his way back up to her crotch. She cried out in pure pleasure as she felt his thumb trace the outline of her swollen sex lips through the damp cotton of her panties. He cupped her swollen sex with his hand as he kissed her deeply on the mouth again, her tongue almost exploring his throat as she enjoyed the feeling of his strong hand on her cotton clad sex. She felt him exploring with his fingers feeling for the leg openings of her panties, moulded so snugly to her sex. She knew he wouldn’t be able to take them off as her right leg harness was buckled tightly over them. He would have to gain access through the leg holes. She gasped in pure delight as he wormed his index finger into her panties and pressed it along the length of her needy slit, her sex lips closing over his finger.

Rachel guided his hand away from her pussy and sat up.

‘I need to go to the loo before we go any further,’ she said.

Phil watched her straighten her leg and pick up her crutches, and then push her body up to stand. Her skirt once again covering her artificial legs. She then shuffled off to the bathroom. Phil rubbed his erection through his jeans whilst she was away, feeling a drool of semen escape from his knob to wet his boxer shorts. He really needed to have this girl.

Rachel emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later and crutched towards him, her pert breasts standing out firmly from her chest, her nipples still erect and aching to be touched.

Phil almost spurted in his pants when he realised why she was crutching, rather than walking towards him. Only her left leg emerged from under the hem of her long skirt, still clad in her black knitted stocking and her ankle boot, her right leg obviously discarded in the bathroom.

He stood up and put his arms round her, pulling her to him to show that his ardour had not weakened whilst she was away. Rachel dropped her crutches and put her arms round him, relying on him for support as she stood on one leg. Phil ran his hands down her sides and round to cup her buttocks. Rachel rubbed her belly against his erection to urge him on. Phil dropped his left hand to run round her hip, finding the complete lack of leg very arousing. He lifted his hand and ran his fingers gently over her amputation site through her skirt. He confirmed that she didn’t have any stump there. Rachel twisted round slightly and his fingers found her sex. She gasped as he ran them over her swollen lips. Rachel wanted him to caress her slit and so shimmied her skirt up to encourage his hand to go under it. Phil soon had his fingers on the inside of her bare left thigh under her skirt, and ran them up to her damp cotton of her panty crotch.

Rachel moaned in frustration as his fingers just brushed her panties on their way to explore her right hip and missing leg stump. He was fascinated by her complete lack of stump and caressed the site of her hip dislocation for a few minutes. Rachel gasped in delight when his fingers finally went into her panties through the empty leg hole and ran through her wet curls to find her slit for the first time. It had been so long since she had last felt anyone’s fingers other than her own opening her slit that she almost fell to the floor as she went weak at the knee. Phil’s hand in her crotch effectively kept her from falling and she moaned in sheer delight as she felt them press firmly against her love lips. Phil parted her thatch with his fingers and began to explore her groove, encouraging her sex lube to ooze from her opening love hole as he circled her entrance with his fingers. She cried out in sheer delight when he penetrated her with his index finger, reaching deeply inside and circling her love tube.

He was so ready to fuck her that he wanted her fully open for his cock’s entry. He slipped a second finger in alongside the first and encouraged her to open more inside. He also felt her cap fitting snugly at the top of her love tube and knew she had taken care of her own protection.

She whispered in his ear, ‘help me to the sofa. I need your cock inside me.’

Phil supported her as she hopped across the room to the sofa and helped her lower her bottom to the seat. Rachel then shimmied her skirt up to round her waist, uncovering her left leg completely for the first time. Phil knelt before her and grabbed the waistband of her panties. She lifted her bottom from the seat to allow him to pull them off her hips. He left them at the top of her left thigh and then parted her dark thatch with his fingers to uncover the inner pink of her slit for the first time.

‘Lick my pussy,’ she whispered.

Phil put his hand on her hip and then traced the line of her amputation scar. She guided his fingers away from her hip and back to her sex, parting her outer lips to encourage him inside. Phil ran his hand from her left knee, up over her socket and on to her inner thigh. He then ran his fingers along her open, wet slit down to the hole that was crying out for his penetration. Her swollen lips were well parted as she invited him to explore inside her. Phil didn’t really relish going down on such a hairy slit, he preferred his women shaved but her hands on his head, guiding him towards her crotch left him in no doubt that it was what she wanted. He bent to the task and lapped along the length of her slit from her open hole to her clit, building the pressure in her sex and working her up towards her first orgasm.   After a few minutes of this Rachel felt close to coming and knew she wanted him inside her when she did so. She guided his head away from her pussy, his lips glistening with her sex cream.

‘Get your cock out. I need him now,’ she moaned.

Phil stood and unfastened his jeans pushing them down his legs to reveal his magnificent erection tenting the front of his boxer shorts, his arousal very evident by the dark patch of cotton stretched tightly over his swollen knob, his cream oozing through the saturated cotton. Rachel sat up and reached out with both hands to trace the outline of his throbbing length. Phil pealed his wet boxers away from his knob and pushed them down to join his jeans round his knees. Rachel gripped his shaft and ran her tongue over his knob, encouraging more pre come semen to flow. She also cupped his tight ball sac in her hand as she wrapped her fingers round his shaft to gauge his girth. She knew this man would stretch her. She needed him now.

‘Where are the condoms?’ she gasped urgently.

‘In my jeans pocket,’ he said, as she gripped his shaft tightly.

Rachel let go of his cock and went through his jeans pockets frantically searching for the packet. She found it and tore it open, pulled out the foil packet and ripped it open, pulling out the sheath.

‘Take it gently. I’m close to spurting,’ gasped Phil.

‘Don’t you dare, I need fucking,’ cried Rachel, as she clamped her fingers tightly round the base of his shaft to try and stop him spilling as he rolled the sheath on.

Rachel let go of him as soon as he was successfully covered and fell back on the sofa.

‘Fuck me now,’ she pleaded.

Phil knelt before her again and offered the black teat of the sheath to her opening. Rachel grabbed his shaft and rubbed his knob up and down her slit to lubricate him then guided him to her love hole. Phil thrust gently, opening her with his swollen plum and lodging it just inside.

‘Don’t tease me,’ she cried. ‘Just fill me with your cock, now.’

Phil didn’t need asking twice as he knew he was so close to spurting. He thrust sharply at her, as she opened eagerly to take him in. He had her full of his love muscle in no time. Phil felt her relax to let him in, then tighten round him to feel his pulsing length filling her love tube.

‘Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me,’ she chanted in a whisper as she felt him move inside her.

Phil began to thrust sharply and urgently into her, knowing that he couldn’t hold back his rapidly approaching spending. Rachel felt his urgency too and lifted her leg up to wrap it round his hip, encouraging him deeper inside her. Phil reached out and caressed her tits as he fucked her. Rachel knew she was wetter that she had ever been before as she heard her pussy juices squelching as he thrust his cock up her. She traced the outline of her engorged sex lips being jammed so widely open by his girth and found her clit standing proud and exposed at the top of her slit. She rubbed herself a few times and brought on her own orgasm, crying out in sheer joy as she clamped down tightly on his turgid shaft. Phil felt her grip his shaft firmly with her love muscles and also open at the top of her vagina to make room for his seed. He cried out too as he felt his shaft pulse and shoot several heavy spurts of his cream from his spasming knob to fill the sheath deep in her belly. Rachel fell back on the sofa as her orgasm ripped through her body, vaguely aware of his heavy spurts right at the top of her love tube. She held him so tightly that he didn’t really begin to soften after he finished spending. When he felt her pussy muscles begin to relax he withdrew slowly, holding the completely full sheath in place on his shaft.

‘Come here,’ she whispered hoarsely.

Phil stood in front of her as she pushed herself upright on the sofa. Rachel peeled the full rubber off his cock, knotted the end, and dropped it on the carpet. She then took his softening length in her mouth, savouring the viscous cream that coated his length.

‘Wow. That was just what I needed,’ she said, as she let his softer but still swollen knob slip from her lips.

Phil bent over and kissed her on the lips, savouring his own seed, and then reached over to the table and picked up their whisky tumblers. He offered Rachel hers, and then took a large mouthful of spirit himself.

‘It looks like he needs a rest for a while,’ she said, looking affectionately at his drooping length. ‘Why don’t you get us a refill?’

Phil pulled up his boxers and jeans and went through to the kitchen.

‘Take your pick from the bottles,’ shouted Rachel.

Phil decided on the Oban, and so poured generous measures into the tumblers and added a splash of water. When he carried them back into the lounge he was pleased to see that although she had pulled her skirt back down covering her leg and pussy, she hadn’t bothered replacing her sweater. He hoped she would want him again soon as he could feel his strength returning already. He just hoped he could get her to take off her left leg too, as he wanted to feel her stump.

Rachel hit the remote and switched on the TV. They flicked through he channels for half an hour looking for something interesting to watch without much success, mainly because they both knew that they were just taking breather to recover before further love making.

After a while they cuddled up closer on the sofa and Phil began to caress her left thigh through her skirt again. Rachel responded by kissing him again and running her fingers over the front of his jeans to test his readiness for more action. Phil soon had her nipples screaming out for further attention by circling them lightly with his fingers.

‘I hope you want to stay the night,’ quipped Rachel as she caressed his growing bulge.

Phil’s hand had wandered from her left thigh to her right hip again. He wanted to explore her amputation site some more.

‘Of course I will stay, if that’s what you want,’ said Phil. ‘I will just need to go back to my B+B for breakfast as I am checking out today.’

‘Well, that’s settled then. Shall we go to bed and have a nice slow, comfortably indulgent fuck?’ asked Rachel.

‘That sounds like an excellent idea,’ said Phil, with a smile.

Phil stood up, and then helped Rachel to stand on her one foot.

‘The bedrooms just across the hallway,’ said Rachel.

Phil didn’t bother picking up her crutches, he just held her waist whilst she used him for support as she hopped out of the lounge and across to the bedroom. When he saw her wheelchair parked next to the bed he realised how disabled she actually was. It was strange but when she was wearing her legs she didn’t seem so different from normal girls. As she had legs, albeit prosthetic ones he hadn’t thought of how she would get around without them.

They held each other tightly and kissed passionately again when stood by the bed. Rachel unfastened the waistband of her skirt and let it fall to pool round her foot. Paul cupped her buttocks, then moved his left hand round to caress her right hip again. Rachel unfastened his jeans and pushed them and his boxer shorts down to his knees. She then lowered her bottom down on to the duvet and took his newly swelled cock into her mouth. She encouraged him back to full erection in no time with the skilful use of her tongue and fingers. Phil put his hands on her head to encourage her to take him deeper in her mouth, as he loved being sucked by a willing woman.

After a few minutes he could feel his sap rising again and so guided her mouth away from his knob. He didn’t want to come again so soon. He knelt by the bed and parted her wet curls, opening her ready slit with his fingers. Rachel gasped as he began to lap along the full length of her slit, encouraging her love hole to open and weep its fragrant oils. She didn’t mind that he was caressing her amputation site as he was working such wonders with his tongue. She was also finding his gentle caress very pleasant if not exactly erotic.

‘Can I take your leg off?’ he asked.

Rachel was jerked out of her erotic daydream and back to the present by his mentioning her disability again.

‘I suppose so, I don’t sleep with it on,’ she said, with a smile.

Phil ran his hand up her leg to the top of her knitted black stocking then rolled it down to reveal the join of her leg and the stump socket. He felt for a suction valve but there wasn’t one.

‘It just slips off,’ said Rachel.

Phil gripped her shin and calf and pulled gently, soon feeling her leg detach from her stump. He pulled it clear then placed it on the floor, then slipped the pink foam stump cover off her stump, followed by her white cotton stump sock and her panties. Rachel sighed as he then massaged her short, thin, lower leg stump. This was far more sensitive than her right leg and was a kind of erogenous zone, which she often caressed herself when masturbating. She had never had a man caress it before and the feeling began to build sexual tension in her again.

Phil knelt before her and lifted her stump to his belly, caressing his swollen length with the sensitive tip. Rachel loved the feel of his knob on her stump and encouraged him to rub himself some more. Phil pulled away as he was getting far too excited, his slit leaking pre come onto her skin.

Rachel scooted back to the middle of the bed and put a pillow under her buttocks.

‘Fuck me again,’ she demanded.

Phil found the remaining condom in his jeans pocket and quickly rolled it onto his solid length. He then joined her on the bed and knelt before her. Rachel reached out and gripped his shaft, guiding him to her needy hole. Phil gripped her hips and impaled her firmly on his length, thrusting his cock in all the way in one well-lubricated movement. He then lifted her leg up and began kissing the end of her stump as he thrust repeatedly at her creamy cunt. Rachel lay back, content to let him fuck her deeply, kneading her own tits to increase her pleasure.

‘Oh Jesus that’s good, fuck me deep and hard,’ she gasped, as Phil let her feel every inch of his solid cock.

He felt his sap rising, and didn’t want to come so soon, so he slipped out of her, causing Rachel to cry out in surprise. He then rolled her onto her side and straddled her thigh. He thrust straight back up into her from the side, taking advantage of her complete lack of right leg. She gasped, as she had never being entered like that before, feeling his cock deflect to the right to slip up her love tunnel. He began to run his fingers round her swollen sex lips, as they were so open and accessible to him, massaging her love oils into his balls and shaft. She felt her orgasm getting closer with every deep thrust of his cock and began to rub her clit to help bring on her spending.

‘I want to take you from behind,’ gasped Phil, as he withdrew again from her tightening pussy.

Rachel grabbed another pillow and put it on top of the first one, then allowed him to help lift her onto them to lay face down with her belly on the pillows. He quickly moved in behind her and lined his sheathed knob up with her love lips, which were gapping open in readiness for his re entry.

‘Don’t tease me. Get him back up me where he belongs,’ she moaned, as Phil was content to just nudge her lips open with his knob, letting his sap subside before fucking her again. He ran his knob along her slit to lubricate it, and then offered it to her smaller hole, glistening in invitation with the love oils that had run down from her sex.

‘Oh my God. Not there. I’ve never had anything thicker that a finger in there,’ cried Rachel. ‘Just fuck me. Please.’

Phil lined his knob up with her love hole again and then thrust sharply without warning, his cock head opening her hole and slipping right up to the top of her vagina in one quick thump. The force of his thrust took her breath away and she cried out in elated surprise.

‘Oh my God. Fuck me senseless. Batter my cunt with your hot cock,’ she moaned.

Phil was in no mood to be gentle, needing to release the pressure building in his balls. He gripped her hips and repeatedly thrust brutally up into her. He caressed her hip dislocation whilst he fucked her, loving the feel and look of her complete lack of right leg. He felt her pussy muscles tightening round his shaft and knew her orgasm was close.

‘Let me turn over. I want to see your face when you come,’ moaned Rachel.

Phil pulled out of her with a slurp and rolled her over, pulling one pillow out from under her buttocks. She grabbed his shaft and quickly guided him back inside her.

‘Fuck me. Fuck me,’ she chanted repeatedly, urging him on as her orgasm came closer. Phil lifted her leg, gripped her thigh just above her knee, and began to kiss her stump as he fucked her, giving Rachel even more stimulation. She cried out again and clamped down firmly on his length as her second orgasm of the evening ripped through her lower body. Phil gripped her leg to try to stop it trembling and jerking as she came, his cock stilled right up in her spasming cunt. He was content to let her ride out her spasms as her love muscles tried to milk his cock. He waited until her breathing eased and her love tube relaxed round him, and then began to move inside her once more, his own spending now urgently needed.

‘Oh Christ. Stop,’ she gasped. ‘My poor pussies not used to all this fucking. I’m so tender up there.

Phil gripped the base of his shaft tightly as he slowly withdrew his drooling knob from her sated cunt, a look of sheer desperation on his face.

‘Come her,’ said Rachel as she scooted up the bed to sit with her back resting on the headboard.

Phil shuffled up the bed with his hand wrapped round his shaft holding his throbbing length, knowing that if he jerked it about too much it would spill. Rachel quickly rolled the condom off him and took him in her mouth, circling his massively swollen plum with her tongue.

Phil gasped ‘Oh my God. I’m coming.’ He put his hands on her head, as he encouraged her to take him deeper in her mouth.

Rachel felt his balls tighten as his shaft spasmed. She almost gagged as she felt his first thick spurt hit the back of her throat. She pulled back away from him slightly to allow room to take the rest of his spending in her mouth, which quickly filled up, with his pumped out goo. Phil groaned as he felt her swallow his seed to make room for more in her mouth as he continued to spasm and shoot. She held his knob in her mouth until he had completely finished spurting, encouraging the last drops out of him by running her tongue along his highly sensitive slit.

Eventually he began to soften and so she let him slip from her lips. They then held each other in a firm embrace whilst they kissed, sharing the remains of his ejaculation which still coated the inside of her mouth.

‘I need the loo before I go to sleep,’ said Rachel, as she pulled away from him.

Phil watched her scoot across the bed and then transfer to her wheelchair before wheeling out of the bedroom. He pulled the quilt up over his body, feeling cold as the sex sweat cooled on his skin. Rachel returned and rolled into bed beside him. Phil set the alarm on his watch, as he needed to get up and go back to his B+B for breakfast. They then curled up in each other’s arms and went to sleep, Phil’s hand resting on her hip where her right thigh used to be.

The End

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