Disabled Erotica

Limbless Flight

Author Sam James

 

Jason walked through the revolving door of the provincial Danish airport and spotted the check in queue for the London flight. The desk was open so he walked over and joined the end of the line to check in his suitcase. As the queue shuffled forward he noticed a slim brunette ten yards in front of him stoop down to pick up her long holdall, then move forward with the aid of her fore arm crutches. She then bent down to place her bag back on the floor. Jason marveled at her balance as she was standing on one well-toned and tanned leg, revealed by her short summer dress from mid thigh. She stood on a wedge heeled white sandal. This movement was repeated each time the queue moved forward until she was stood at the check in desk. Once she had checked her holdall in, Jason watched her move with an easy grace on her crutches and one leg to the security gate. He still had a way to go to check in his case, but hoped he would be able to spot her in the departure lounge, as he found her movement and lack of right leg fascinating.

Jason checked in his case, and then passed through security. Then he then walked into the small departure lounge. He spotted her right away, sat on a bar stool at the coffee bar, her dress completely covering any stump she may have. He tried not to stare and so went into the duty free shop to avoid attracting attention to himself. He managed to study her left leg and neatly painted red toe nails from inside the shop, looking out through the windows. He hoped she could not see him.

When he came out of the duty free store with a bottle of malt whisky in his bag he looked directly at her. He watched her smooth her dress over her shortened thigh as she looked up from her novel and smiled at him. Jason took the smile as an invitation to go over to her.

She asked if he would be getting a coffee or anything from the cafe? Jason said that he was just about to do so. The woman asked him to get her another coffee whilst he was going to the counter, as she could not carry one herself when using her crutches. Jason tried not to move his gaze from her face to her stump as he said he would love to get her a coffee.

When he came back with the tray of drinks and a breakfast roll for himself, it was only natural that he should sit on the bar stool next to her.

Jennifer introduced herself, and he gave her his name too.

She asked if he had enjoyed watching her crutch her way up the line to the check in desk? She had been aware of him watching her.

Jason felt a little embarrassed, as he had not offered to help her move her case and apologised.

Jennifer asked why he should be different from the other passengers who were standing right behind her, who had not offered to help either?

They chatted for a while about the time they had just spent in Denmark and some of the places they had visited. Jason told her that he had been there for only a few days to attend a conference for his employers, but would like to return and explore the country as it seemed very relaxed and the people all seemed so friendly and helpful.

Jennifer said that she had been in Denmark for a few months traveling round with some friends that she had met at University several years ago.

Jason asked if she had done all her traveling on one leg as she was doing today, or if she normally wore an artificial right leg?

Jennifer said that she did normally wear a prosthetic limb, and had even done so on the flight out from England, as that was the first plane journey she had made since loosing her leg. She had quickly learned that airport security and false limbs did not go well together. She said that on the way out she had been wearing jeans and her prosthesis. At the security gate the officer had asked that she put her crutches through the X Ray machine. When she had pointed out that she was wearing an artificial leg, that was mainly metal he had said that she must remove that too, and send it through the machine. Jennifer had then had to suffer the embarrassment to taking her leg off and placing it on the conveyer belt. As she was wearing jeans the only way to do this quickly was to take her jeans off too, leaving her right leg and shoe in the leg of her jeans. She had then had to hop through the metal detector in her T-shirt and panties, much to the amusement of some of the security staff, retrieve her leg and jeans from the conveyer, and then dress again in full view of all the other passengers.

So for this trip she had checked her leg in, hence the long holdall Jason had seen her with.

He studied her slim body clothed in her thin, floral print cotton summer dress, which buttoned up the front, as they drank their coffee. She had a nice pair of breasts filling out the front of her dress, her cleavage as well tanned as her leg and arms.

She seemed to like him and they fell into easy conversation, speculating about the lives of their fellow passengers, something, which they both confessed a weakness for doing as a way of filling the time on plane or train journeys.

When they were called to the departure gate he watched Jennifer wriggle her bottom off the bar stool to stand on her one leg, put her little rucksack on her back, then pick up her crutches.

As it was a cheap flight there were no seat reservations, however her disability meant she had been given boarding card number one and would be asked to board the plane first. She said that she would be sat at the front of the plane, as that would be where she would be directed to sit by the stewardess. She said she would keep the seat next to her free if he fancied her company on the flight.

Jason admitted that he would and said he would look out for her when he boarded the plane.

Once he got up the steps and into the aircraft cabin by the forward door, he spotted her sat in the window seat on the front row as she had predicted. Jason was about to join her when the stewardess directed him to move further down the plane. Jennifer objected to this, saying that he was her traveling partner and should be allowed to sit with her.

The stewardess let him join her, then strutted off down the aisle in a self important manner, obviously not used to being challenged when telling passengers where to sit.

Jason took his seat, and then watched Jennifer fasten her seat belt, still fascinated by her one leg and short thigh stump covered by her dress. She noticed him looking at it and so decided to give him a little treat, lifting and moving her stump around under her dress, smiling as his eyes were glued to the impression of her rounded stump end wrapped in the cotton of her dress.

They paid attention to the grumpy stewardesses safety briefing re life jackets etc. as they did not want to annoy her further, and were soon in the air.

Jennifer sensed Jason’s disappointment as she spread out an in-flight magazine on her lap, obscuring her stump from his view. She let him suffer in silence for a while then whispered in her ear that he could touch her stump under the magazine if he wished.

She smiled as his trembling hand slowly slipped under the magazine, then felt his fingers gently touch the rounded end of her truncated thigh. She felt him press on her skin and feel how soft her stump end was. When she moved it a little to encourage him to explore it further he snatched his hand away at first, as if it were a sleeping live animal that he had not expected to move.

Jennifer guided his hand back again, and then sighed as he began to massage her thigh, stroking her from her hip to the end of her stump.

Jason loved the feel of her amputated limb, and covered his growing bulge with the in-flight menu card, a move that did not go un-noticed by Jennifer.

She was just about to ask him if she could feel his stump too, when the stern faced flight attendant appeared asking if they wanted refreshments. As they did not want to incur any more scolding looks they both ordered a ridiculously expensive coffee.

Jason thought he had been discrete in removing his hand from Jennifer’s thigh but the stewardess had noticed. She finally smiled as she moved away down the aisle, knowing the she had disrupted their cabin play.

They got talking again, as the seat back trays would not hide their activities. Jason asked where she was going to when they landed, as she had been out of the country for several months?

Jennifer said that she had a flat in Richmond, which she had let out through an agency whilst she was away. She had been lucky, in that she had decided to return home at very short notice, but the flat was actually vacant when she had informed the agency of her return.

Jason decided not to pry into the reasons for her decision to return to London, as the thought had seemed to stress her a little.

He said that he was going home to his bachelor pad in one of the new docklands conversions, which belonged to his father as an investment property. He now kindly allowed him to live in it rent free, as it was not the best time to sell the property on due to the downturn in the housing market.

When the plane had landed and taxied to the terminal they got ready to disembark. When the forward door was opened and the stairway made ready Jennifer was bid to leave first by the stewardess. Jason followed and carried one of her crutches down the stairs, as she needed one hand for the handrail. He marveled again at how easily she moved on one leg.

Once on the tarmac she took her other crutch from Jason, and they began the long walk through the arrivals terminal to passport control. Jason actually had a hard time keeping up with his one legged friend as she crutched purposefully along.

They hit the queue for passport control and would have to stand for some time. Jason remarked that none of the security staff scrutinising them from the sides of the hall thought to get a wheelchair for her as they waited.

Jennifer said that she was happier on her crutches as being in a wheelchair really did make her feel disabled, and that it was actually easier and more comfortable to stand waiting on her crutches than if she had her leg on, as her stump would protest at the pressure of standing still.

They eventually got to the front of the line and passed back into Britain, and then had another wait at the baggage carousel. This time he did manage to direct her to a seat whilst he waited for their bags.

Jason was surprised at the weight of her holdall when it finally appeared, and said as much to her as they walked into the arrivals hall.

Jennifer said that was one reason why she often went around on crutches, as her prosthetic limb was heavy, but that the bag also held her peg leg, which she often preferred as it was much lighter.

They bought train tickets and got on the next shuttle to London, which would take 45 minutes. There was no chance of further exploration of her stump as the train was crowded.

Jason asked casually how she lost her leg, as if just making more polite, time killing conversation. In reality he had been dying to ask her on the plane, but the quite cabin meant people would overhear, so he had kept the question for the noisier train.

Jennifer was ready for the question as everyone who met her got round to asking at some time in the first few hours. It was something she had gotten used to.

She told him that she had been involved in a motorcycle accident with her partner. The bike had skidded on a patch of oil on a bend on a country road. Her partner had stayed with the bike and ended up in a ditch. She had fallen off the back and slid across the road on her leathers straight into the path of a milk tanker coming round the bend. The rear wheel of the tanker had run over her leg crushing her knee, almost severing it at the scene. Her partner had walked away with a broken wrist.

She said that the doctors had tried to save her leg for two weeks, although they had said she would never stand on it without a leg brace again. However after a couple of weeks an infection set in and they informed her that they would have to amputate her leg above the knee. Jennifer said that she had been relieved at the time, as she had been in such pain with the leg, that all she wanted them to do was chop it off.

Her only disappointment was the shortness of the stump they had left her with as she knew the longer the stump, the better she would be able to walk with her prosthetic leg.

One reason that the leg was so heavy was that it was full length, and needed strapping to her body to keep it in place.

Jason tentatively asked about her partner, wondering if he should make his excuses when they got to London.

Jennifer said that they had split up whilst she was in hospital. He had only been to see her a couple of times, and Jennifer’s sister had seen him out with another girl, even when his wrist was still in plaster.

Jennifer laughed as she said it was ironic, that by the time she made her first steps out into the world again on her new leg, her sister said that her ex’s girlfriend was showing obvious signs of being well and truly up the duff. She had wanted to have kids with him but he had always being so careful to avoid making her pregnant, and now he was to be a daddy in no time at all. Jennifer knew that the girl must have trapped him, not being as careful as she said she was being.

Jason then watched as she burst out laughing again, but this time a tear was also forming on her cheek. He asked her what was so funny.

Jennifer said that it was ironic that the reason she had decided to return to England was that she herself was ‘up the duff’, and thought it would be easier to get rid of it on the NHS, than in some foreign country.

Jason said that she was not showing at all.

Jennifer said that her tits had gone up a cup size already and that a doctor had confirmed her to be two months gone.

They sat in silence for the rest of the journey, neither wanting to be quiet, but also not knowing how to get the conversation going again.

As they approached the London terminus she put her hand on his and said, ‘your place or mine?’

Jason was taken aback. He had naturally assumed the pregnancy announcement had put a stop to any further fun with Jennifer.

‘How do you mean?’ he stammered

‘Well were almost here, and the routes to our flats split at this point. If you want to feel my stump again, and maybe see it uncovered, which I am sure you wanted to do before, we will have to decide where to go.’

He squeezed her hand as her said, ‘but your pregnant.’

Jennifer sighed and said, ‘so when does being knocked up stop a girl wanting some sex? As I said it was two months ago. Anyway, look on the plus side from your point of view, you can hardly make me more pregnant, can you?’

Jason rubbed his hand against her covered stump as they stood up to get ready to leave the train. He decided at that point that her imminent swelling was not his problem, and that he really wanted to see and caress her stump. He also wondered what her pumped up tits would feel like. He wanted this girl.

Her flat was nearer, but they decided on his. The main reason was that as Jennifer had not seen her place for over six months it might not feel like home until she had brought some of her own things from storage, whereas his place had only being left for a week.

The tube train was crowded which suited them both. They had to stand near the doors. Jennifer soon guided his hand to the inside of her thigh stump, his fingers dangerously close to her damp panties. She then pressed the end against his groin, feeling the throb of his impatient flesh through his trousers.

‘Jesus, he whispered in her ear, I wish I could pull your panties to one side and force my cock right up you here and now.’

Jennifer gasped, and said ‘ you would not have to force it; I’m so wet and ready for you. How much further to our stop?’

The train stopped at the docklands station nearest to Jason’s flat. They hurried out onto the platform. The escalators seemed to be on a go slow as they ascended into the daylight.

It was literally across the road to the entrance to Jason’s building. He nodded to the male concierge as they rushed across the foyer to the lift. The zip on Jennifer’s holdall had started to come open and the concierge did a double take as he realised Jason was carrying this one legged woman on crutches other leg under his arm, as the wedge heeled shoe clad foot appeared from the end of the bag.

As soon as the lift doors closed behind them Jennifer let go of her crutches and flung her arms round him, leaning back against the wall. She lifted her stump to his eager hands, groaning as he ran his fingers up the four inches of her leg then in through the leg hole of her panties. Her pussy was as wet and ready as she had said, three of his fingers slipping easily inside. She gripped them with her vaginal muscles and wanted to squeeze until she came.

The bell announcing the lift had arrived at Jason’s floor caused her to cry out in frustration as he withdrew without warning and bent to pick up her crutches for her.

Jennifer could feel her juices seeping from her slit as she hurriedly crutched down the corridor to Jason’s flat.

‘Oh no, she groaned, sort it out,’ as he dropped his keys whilst fumbling with the lock.

Then they were inside and the door slammed shut behind them. Jennifer crutched quickly over to the smoked glass dining table by the picture window, parked her bum on the edge and dropped her crutches. She pulled her panties down the few inches needed to get them clear of her amputated thigh then opened her thighs to him.

Jason got his rampant tool out as he crosses the floor to her. Jennifer grabbed his shaft and guided it inside her inner lips, then sank onto it which a throaty cry of ‘Oh God, your so solid. Fuck me!’

Jason thrust up into her hard as he knew she needed it, impaling her on the full length of his long cock. He pushed her back onto the table and lifted her leg off the floor so he could get it all the way inside her. Jennifer ripped open the front of her dress, buttons flying off in the process, and squeezed her pregnant tits whilst he gave her the seeing to that she needed with his cock.

It did not take long before she clamped her love muscles round him as she came, sitting up and wrapping her body round his. He felt her open even further at the top of her cunt just as his first spurt left the end of his swollen knob. They both felt his burning seed hit her target deep inside. Jason felt a tinge of regret that someone had been there before, as he knew that if she were not already pregnant this unprotected fuck would have got her belly up.

They stayed joined by his cock both being content to feel him caressing her shortened thigh until he softened and slipped out.

They looked down between her thighs to see some of his grayish white cream ooze from her slit.

‘That’s what my poor pussy looked like two months ago,’ she sighed, ‘all fucked up and full of spunk. Only I didn’t see it until I went to the loo when I got up in the morning. I was so stoned that night I didn’t even know they had fucked me. How stupid was that? Fancy going to bed with three Danish bikers when you’ve run out of pills. Still one had my well being at heart, he shot his load up my arse. He must have been big too. I was sore for days.’

Jason could see that their urgent fucking had affected Jennifer emotionally, so he picked her up and carried her to the sofa, where he cuddled her until she stopped rambling on about her Danish experience.

She looked up at him and said ‘I need a shower. Thinking about that night has made me feel all dirty again. Don’t worry, its nothing to do with what we have just shared, that felt marvelous.’

Jason pointed out the door to the bathroom.

Jennifer took off her sandal then removed her dress and bra completely. She then stood up, hopped over to her crutches, and then crutched her way across the spacious living room to the bathroom.

Jason waited until he could hear the water running, then undressed and went to join her in the bathroom. He asked if he could share the shower with her, as it was big enough. She invited him in.

She was stood balanced on her one leg facing the wall when he stepped into the cubicle and closed the door.

Jason squeezed some shower gel onto his hands then put his arms round her to soap her tits. Jennifer sighed as she felt him weighing them with his slippery hands; her nipples darkened and pumped up with her pregnancy soon swelling to attention. She let him massage the soap all over them and then directed one of his hands down to her bush. He soaped it and then began to lather up her neatly trimmed pubic triangle. Jennifer leaned back against him and lifted her stump to offer his fingers access to her sex. He found her lips swollen and parted, his cream still oozing from her. She put her hand over his and encouraged him to slip two fingers inside her creamy hole, rocking her pelvis to get them in deeper.

Jennifer then got him to withdraw from her pussy so that she could hop round to face him. She lathered up her stump then pushed it into his crotch, massaging his slowly thickening length with the soft flesh on the end of her shortened leg.

She was surprised how quickly he rose to full erection, so soon after his last spending. She then soaped her hands and began to massage his shaft with her fingers instead.

Jason guided her stump back to his crotch.

‘So you would rather have me rub you with my stump, would you?’ she mused.

‘I didn’t know I had found a devotee when I spotted you at the airport. I should have guessed with the amount of attention you gave me.’

Jason answered her by offering his now swollen knob to the entrance to her slit, showing where he wanted to put it.

‘Not I here she gasped. I might slip and fall on the soapy shower tray.’

Jason opened the cubicle door and stepped across the tiled floor to the loo. He lowered the toilet lid then sat down, his erection prominent and proud.

Jennifer hoped out of the cubicle and across to him to stand facing him with her hands on his shoulders. Jason gripped her hips and encouraged her to sit on his lap. Jennifer bent her knee and slowly lowered her pussy towards his swollen knob.

Jason felt her dangling lips kiss his glans then directed his knob between them. She wriggled her hips slightly to get him in the centre of her hole then sank gratefully down on his length, sheathing his sword completely in her needy sheath in one easy movement.

Jason squeezed her tits, kissing her darkened nipples and areole, causing Jennifer to whimper in satisfaction and wriggle her hips in his lap.

Jason leaned back against the wall and encouraged her to begin riding his cock by raising and lowering her cunt up and down on his shaft.

He lay back and let her set the pace, just helping by taking some of her weight by gripping her hips. When he felt her sheath begin to tighten round him he slipped his fingers between their bodies and found her clit, all exposed and aching to be rubbed.

Jennifer almost squealed in delight when he found her sweet spot, her cunt immediately contracting and gripping his shaft. Jason sat up again and clamped his lips over her right nipple, sucking on it hard to prolong her pleasure as she road out her spending on his cock.

Jason was content to let her have her pleasure. He was not ready to shoot as yet, having spent his pent up passion earlier.

She kissed him on the lips as her cunt relaxed its strangling grip on his tool.

‘So it takes more to get you off the second time,’ she gasped.

Jennifer put her hands on his shoulders and pushed herself up to stand, his cock slipping wetly from her grasp. She then lowered her body to kneel on her one knee and then leaned forward to wrap her swollen tits round his glistening shaft.

Jason loved the feel of her full tit flesh on his tool and helped her to mould them round his cock.

Jennifer began an easy up and down movement, effectively wanking him off in her cleavage.

Jason didn’t want to hold back. He wanted to gush his seed all over her pumped up tit flesh.

Jennifer felt his ball sac tighten and so gripped his shaft more firmly at the base with her fingers to delay his spurting as she bent down to lick the bead of pre come from his slit.

Jason just had time to moan ‘I’m coming,’ before the first shot of his ejaculation hit her hard on the cheek. Jennifer covered his spurting slit with her thumb to direct the rest of his load onto the slope of her tits.

She loved feeling his warm seed splatter her flesh, and then begin to run down her chest. She used his slowly softening cock to massage his cream into her skin, paying particular attention to her highly sensitive nipples.

Eventually Jason guided her up to sit on his lap so that he could taste his semen on her too. He loved the feel of her swollen nipples on his tongue.

They then went back into the shower to get cleaned up.

As they were toweling themselves dry Jennifer asked him what they should do about dinner, as she was getting hungry.

Jason said that they would have to go out, as he had no food to speak of in the kitchen, having been away for the week.

Jennifer picked up her crutches and moved back into the living room. She sat on the sofa and then began to unzip her holdall. Jason watched discreetly from the bathroom, the door partly closed.

She lifted her prosthesis out of the bag, her wedge heeled sandal clad foot emerging first. She then pulled a pair of jeans from the bag before shouting to him, ‘the place we are going to eat will be ok about customers wearing jeans, wont it Jason?’

Jason shouted back that it would.

Jennifer then slipped her artificial leg into the leg of her jeans, dressing it before putting her leg on.

She then pulled on a pair of panties and slipped a short sock on her stump before standing on her good leg.

Jennifer then pulled her prosthesis up so that it was standing next to her and slipped her stump into the short socket at the top of her leg. She then wrapped the harness attached to her leg round her waist and buckled it up tight. She then lowered her bottom back onto the sofa and slipped her good leg into her jeans before putting her sandal on her foot.

Jason then watched even more attentively as she pushed herself to her feet and shuffled over to the picture window to look out at the view over the city.

As she eased her tits back into her bra and pulled on a T-shirt she shouted to him, asking if her was going to get dressed or was he content to watch her dress all day.

Jason emerged rather sheepishly from the bathroom as he thought she would not be aware of him watching her attach her leg. He dressed quickly and then said, ‘right, lets go and eat.’

Jennifer picked up a cane from her holdall then limped towards the door on her artificial leg. As they walked down the corridor towards the lift Jason said that she seemed to find it harder to walk with her leg than without it.

Jennifer said that it was heavy, and that as her thigh stump was so short she couldn’t lift it enough to get the knee joint to work properly as she walked, hence needing the cane all the time. She also said that she couldn’t walk far, and so hoped the eating-place was close by.

They emerged from the lift and walked across the foyer, observed by the concierge at his desk. He noted that the girl was now wearing the sandal and foot that had been appearing from the holdall when they arrived.

They crossed the street and walked to a Pizza restaurant next to the tube station exit.

Jennifer said that she loved Pizza and Spanish Red Wine, so they went inside.

The waited showed them to a table in the window in the restaurant, which was quiet being early evening. Jason watched her lower her bottom onto the chair with her artificial leg extended out straight, then lift her thigh with her hands to get the knee joint to work, allowing her to sit normally.

They enjoyed the Sicilian Pizza, and Temperalino wine, whilst Jennifer asked Jason about his life, and his fathers, as he must be very well off to own such a flat.

Jason said that he actually owned the whole building, as he was a property developer and his company had converted the block. He said that most of the flats were empty, as they had not being sold. This being due to the current credit squeeze.

Jason had worked for his father in the past, but had seen an opportunity to escape and go to work for one of the companies he had actually sold on in a take over deal, and was himself involved in developing yacht marinas, rather than houses. Hence the conference in Denmark, as the Danish Government was slowly coming round to the idea that marinas could be a commercial proposition, and not just a local authority provided facility.

She kept him talking about himself, thus avoiding any further insight on his part into her life and what she did for a living. Jason was well aware of this but didn’t mind at all. He was content to watch her limp back and too to the toilet a couple of times during the meal. Whilst she was away from the table he mused on how she was more crippled and disabled when wearing her leg than when she used her crutches.

When they had finished the meal he was almost surprised when she asked if she could stay with him for the night. He had half expected her to just want to get her things from his flat and move on as he had attended to her immediate needs.

She asked if he had anything to drink in the flat.

Jason mentioned the bottle of Bowmore single malt whisky that he had purchased in the airport duty free. She said she loved Scottish whisky, and so that would be a perfect end to a long day.

He paid the bill, and then led her out of the restaurant. They walked slowly back to his flat, her limp more pronounced as she was getting tired.

He held her to him and kissed her in the lift, regretting that she couldn’t massage his cock with her stump when she had her leg on.

They entered the flat and he went to the kitchen for the whisky, two tumblers and some water. She stood staring out at the South bank of the city as the sun began to set.

Jason handed her a glass of golden liquid. She firstly sniffed to inhale the peaty aroma of the Islay malt, and then sipped appreciatively.

Jennifer asked if she could use the bedroom to change into something more comfortable?

Jason said of course she could.

Jennifer limped over to her holdall, and then took it with her into the bedroom.

Jason sat on the sofa looking at the magnificent view out of the window. He smiled as he thought that women were strange creatures. He had seen her stripped naked, shared a shower with her and had his cock inside her twice today, and yet she still asked for privacy to change.

However, he gasped in admiration when she eventually emerged from the bedroom and walked into the lounge with such a sexy swagger that his cock stiffened immediately.

She had changed into a short black cocktail dress that hemmed at mid thigh and had a neckline designed to show off her cleavage. She wore a sheer black nylon stocking on her good leg and stood on a black court shoe with a three-inch stiletto heel. She had pinned her shoulder length brunette hair back up on her head exposing her slim neck.

The thing that made her swagger so sexily though was the black peg leg that she now wore. She swung this out slightly with each step and then placed it back directly before her as if walking a tightrope. Her balance was exquisite and she was able to forget her cane. She was simply stunning.

Jennifer smiled as she saw his jaw drop in amazement. She walked over to the dining table and refilled her glass rather than go over to him. She then walked over to the picture window and turned her back on him to watch the sunset over the city.

She stood with her peg leg and foot well parted. He could see the shape of her legs in silhouette through her dress right up to her buttocks, almost as if her dress were not there, as the light streamed through the window and between her legs.

Once she was sure she had his attention she held the safety rail in front of the window with one hand for balance and lifted her stocking clad leg from the floor, pivoting on the black strut of her peg leg. She turned towards him and stretched out her leg, pointing her stiletto heel at him then bending her nylon clad knee again in some strange but very inviting dance.

Jennifer then turned back towards the window and stood with her thighs well parted again.

Jason’s swollen cock needed adjusting in his trousers, as it was getting uncomfortable.

He stood to do this then moved slowly towards her, not wanting her to move as he was enjoying the view from the rear so much.

He stood right behind her and put his own glass down next to hers on the safety rail.

Jason then moved up right behind her so that she could feel his erection press between her buttocks. She shifted her weight from hip to hip, caressing him with her taught globes.

Jason ran his hands up the sides of her body and then clamped them firmly over her tits before kissing her exposed neck.

‘Yes, she moaned,’ as she continued to brush her buttocks against his cock.

Jason brought his hands back behind her and ran the zipper down the back of her dress to its end just above her buttocks. Jennifer slipped the shoulder straps off her arms and moved her bum away from him just long enough to allow the dress to fall in a pool round her heel and strut.

Jason quickly unfastened her bra and she shrugged that off too, letting it fall to join her dress at her foot.

He massaged her tits again, feeling the urgency in their taught ness and the erections of her nipples.

He then ran his fingers down her sides to her hips, following her hipbones to her mound. His fingers detected the dampness of her pubes. She had neglected to wear her panties.

His fingers soon found their way inside her outer lips to the treasures within. Her inner lips were slightly parted and wet.

Jennifer gasped as he parted them and his fingers once again found the opening of her eager sex.

‘I want to take you to bed’, he whispered in her ear as his tongue circled her ear lobe.

‘Just drop your pants and fuck me’, she groaned.‘ I want your cock in me whilst I have this view of the city.’

She bent at the waist and placed her arms on the safety rail, and stepped out of the confines of her dress round her feet as he dropped his pants and brought his cock into the open.

She stood with her legs straight and thighs well parted as he guided his swollen knob to her slit.

Jennifer reached down between her legs and guided his knob into her entrance. He felt her pussy lips sucking on his plum as she wriggled her hips, her juices lubricating him ready for penetration.

‘Now fuck me’, she demanded, as she pushed her cunt back at him.

Jason thrust right up into her in one movement, forcing the breath out of her lungs, feeling her wet sheath slip easily along his cock.

‘Christ that’s good’, she gasped. ‘Fuck me. Use my cunt. Batter me with your lovely cock. Make me sore. Come on, harder. Fuck me.’

Jason drove his shaft up her as hard as he dared, slamming his balls against her open lips at the depths of each thrust, almost withdrawing completely, then slamming himself up her again.

Jennifer was crying out in either joy or pain, he didn’t know which. He did know that she didn’t want him to care about her. She wanted using so that’s what he did.

He watched her arse opening and closing slightly as he fucked her and thought of changing holes. He wet his thumb with her cream and worked it inside whilst he kept thrusting into her noisily wet cunt.

He felt her push back against his thumb inviting him in further.

He circled her smaller hole making her wetter. She began to relax and open for him.

Once he had her arse open a little he withdrew his glistening cock from her cunt and offered his throbbing glans to her bottom.

He expected her to say no, but instead her felt her push back against his knob. He worked it round her ring lubricating her then pushed steadily against her resistance. He felt her exhale as she pushed back harder against him, then felt her relax and his knob slipped inside.

‘Easy now,’ she gasped, ‘your cocks so big.’

Jason switched to making small thrusts as she gradually accommodated him. Her arse was much tighter than her pussy, and he knew he could not last long.

Jennifer put her hand between her legs and squeezed his balls, feeling the tension building in him as he jerked his cock back and forth with small movements inside her. She felt him spasm and knew he was about to spurt.

‘That’s it, fill my arse with your creamy spunk,’ she groaned as she felt him loose it and pump his stuff into her.

It was Jason’s first experience of anal sex and he felt a little embarrassed at what he had just done to her, even though she had instigated it, so he withdrew as soon as he had stopped spurting, watching his sperm ooze out of her bottom.

Jennifer shuffled round to face him and cuddle him immediately as she had guessed that was his first time in the rear. She kissed him passionately and thanked him for a wonderful fuck. She then took a large mouthful of her whisky and shared it with him in their French kiss.

‘I feel shattered,’ she whispered. ‘Its being a long day. I think its time for another shower then bed, if that’s all right with you.’

Jason agreed and watched her slink sexily off to the bathroom on her peg leg and heel, his spunk running down her inner thigh towards her stocking top.

He wiped his knob on his boxer shorts then refilled his whisky glass. He didn’t have the energy or inclination to follow her into the shower this time.

Jason went into the bedroom to turn back the sheets and found that she had already done so. He also looked at the paraphernalia of her disability spread around the room, her prosthetic limb on the floor by the bed, her foot sticking out from the leg of her jeans still wearing her wedge soled sandal, her stump sock tossed casually on the bed, her crutches and cane leaning up in the corner.

He realised how much these items underlined the permanent nature of her disability.

He reflected that it had been a long day. One, which could never have been predicted. A day, which may have changed his life. He had definitely learned today that he had a fascination for a disabled girl with one leg, but was the fascination with her? Or with her disability?

And of course to complicate things further she was pregnant.

He downed the last of the whisky in his glass and went back to the living room for a refill, wondering where all this was going to lead.

The End

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