In A Private Library
I ring the doorbell, and then try to decide how far back to stand on the mat. Footsteps approach, and the door opens.
He stands on the threshold scrutinizing me, and I feel as though part of me has been asleep since I saw him last.
“Hello.”
“Hello.”
Our words collide.
I follow him into the hall and then down a thickly-carpeted corridor, with walls painted deep red.
As he had described, the main room is indeed lined entirely with bookshelves, fitted around three tall windows whose heavy curtains are drawn against the blazing afternoon sun. Despite the hundreds of books, my eye is drawn immediately by several large incongruous pieces of furniture. He watches my nervous reaction with amusement. “You did know I worked from home?”
I walk over to a window and part the curtains slightly to look out. “Yes, I just thought you’d keep things… somewhere separate.”
“I do, usually; I’m having some new fittings installed in the dungeon ceiling and I’ve moved these here for safe-keeping.”
“Coffee?” he asks. I accept the offer readily, and step carefully around a St Andrew’s cross to begin examining the contents of the nearest bookshelf. As my eyes pick out titles we have discussed, I relax a little. It’s the first time we’ve arranged to meet in private.
He returns sooner than I expect with the drinks and says, “Do these things bother you that much? You must have seen them in clubs?” I’ve never been to a club and I was fairly sure he knew that. I stare into the aromatic coffee, wishing it were more homely tea.
Then he says, “Well since it’s all here, I’ll give you a guided tour and then maybe you won’t feel so overawed by it.”
To start with he takes me over to a table on which are arranged various collars, gags and restraints. These smaller things seem less overwhelming, more approachable, displayed like so many bijoux collectibles.
I tentatively reach out and pick up a strangely-shaped collar. “It goes the other way up,” he points out. “Let me show you.” I lift my hair up, and he passes the wide leather band behind my neck; as he buckles it the effect is to force my chin up. He smiles slightly as I discover this, but takes it off even before my throat has warmed it. I touch my skin where it had been.
“You’ll know these at least.” He hands me what I recognize to be a pair of clover clamps. My awkwardness fades as I turn them over and admire the smoothness of the mechanism. “Try them.”
At that point my attempt at composure fails completely and my jaw drops. “I couldn’t, just like that. It needs to be … for someone, somehow.”
“So if I put them on you…?”
“Yes, er, No!”
“Do you want me to or not?”
In my anxiety I lose my temper. “I hate being asked - this is just what I’ve said to you so often.” I’m almost in tears.
He puts an arm across my shoulders.
After a few moments I say, “Yes”.
I lean into him as he hugs me. He takes the clamps from me and puts them down on the table, then places my hands a little apart on the edge of it. His hands cover mine, and I look down on the fine golden hairs just visible on the backs of them, and think, “It’s happening, this is the start of it.”
His palms rise to stroke up my sides, up further to rest on my breasts, packaged away inside my bra and my clothes; I can feel the heat of his touch through the layers. He unbuttons my blouse, from the hem up, and unhooks my bra. I feel briefly self-conscious of the slack garment hanging around me, then his fingers move inside, glancing against the skin, brushing the surface of my nipples ever so slightly so that I want to lift my own hands up and press him tightly to me, but I keep still. My nipples tingle as he reaches down and brings the metal clamps and chain up in front of me, and swell further as he purposely holds the cold flat surface across them. “Watch,” he says. I look down to see the flat little jaws close delicately over first one tip and then the other. Then he lets go and I’m taken aback as the weight of the chain tightens them. It hurts, and I love that it hurts.
He moves away from me and takes a leisurely drink of his coffee. My skin prickles in goose-bumps. For a few moments the room is thickly silent around me, then he comes back and stands watching me. My fingers spread out further on the table; my head lowers a little. He runs a hand down over my bottom and allows his fingers to linger where the material of my skirt stretches across my hips. I involuntarily open my mouth; he slaps me squarely across the arse, making me cry out suddenly.
“Should I carry on?” he asks. I’m not ready to answer straight away, and before I am he wraps his hands hard round my waist, forcing the fingers almost to meet, forcing the breath out of me. My agreement comes out in a whisper.
I’m trying to tell myself not to panic, but just then he starts to spank me and my thoughts lose their words. So do the sounds I make, quickly becoming no more than a series of “Oh"s. Sharp smacks alternate with gentler ones as he rhythmically covers me down to the thighs. I bend my elbows and push towards his hand. He stops, and puts a hand to the chain between the two clamps. He pulls it slightly; I whimper and my fingers grip the edge of the table. He kisses my hair, without letting go, and pauses.
Taking my hands, he turns me round and leans me back against the diagonal cross. I look him in the eye; he answers me, “I think you’ll feel better here.” Before it occurs to me to say otherwise, he’s secured my legs and arms. He walks over to the table and returns with a gag in his hand. He lifts it up in front of my face and says “OK?” I swallow and nod. He doesn’t move at that, except to raise his eyebrows. I smile and say “Please?” He steps behind me and I feel the gag against my lips. I open my mouth, but the ball in the middle seems far larger than I expected, as big as an apple although I know it can’t be, crushing my tongue down and back. He pulls it firmly into my mouth and tightens the strap behind my head. I almost hyperventilate with the feeling of constriction and invasion, and turn my head, avoiding his eyes.
I want to rub my legs together but they are held wide apart. My body waits for him to begin to touch it again. He seats himself just in front of me and draws my skirt slowly right up, fixing it somehow around my waist. His playful daring of me to go without knickers seems a long time ago, and a hot flush of red spreads across my chest as I see him staring straight at me.
I flinch as he puts his hand to me, sending the clamps and chain swinging and tugging sweetly, his fingers stroking me too gently to satisfy. At last he touches my lips, tracing their swollen outline, but then I immediately crave the next thing: some touch inside me. His fingers go steadily back and forth, until an embarrassing gargling noise comes from behind the gag - from me.
I’m losing it. A trickle of moisture squeezes out of my mouth; some part of my mind tells me that I must look dreadful. I put my head back but the trickle merely changes course to move towards my ear. All of me shakes, a great shudder, and I start to cry. I’m horrified: what if this makes him stop? I can’t help myself and the sobs heave up from me as if they have a life of their own.
My brain thinks, “Please, please, please,” wanting to feel something, anything, penetrate me.
I’m so focused on his fingers that at first I can’t work out what’s happening when I feel a warm, wet pressure against my clitoris. His tongue. Little licks, up each side, flicking across the tip, achieve the impossible and make me forget my cunt, so that when he gently slides first one finger and then another, into me, it feels somehow too good. His fingers flex inside me, and I’m beginning to feel I can’t breathe enough. I brace my limbs against the restraints and turn my head from side to side, half-moaning, half-screaming. Moments later, or it could have been minutes, I really have no idea how long, he pulls with sudden cruelty at the chain across my breasts.
I start to come. Warm ripples spread down my legs and up my belly, and I feel as though I’m floating. As I regain consciousness, the soreness in my wrists tells me that in fact my knees had buckled and I had just hung there, but the golden tiredness that envelops me blots out this discomfort.
He undoes the cuffs, helps me to a sofa and makes me lie down. Going over to the middle window he draws back the curtains, and in the evening light I sleep.
The End
Well I’ve been posting so many stories and so far only a few bro’s here supports my story threads with posting stories and NOT much of comments on this thread .
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Good Night And Sweet Dreams
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Well I’ve been posting so many stories and so far only a few bro’s here supports my story threads with posting stories and NOT much of comments on this thread .
Please do let me know should I continue to post stories or should I stop cause sometimes I find it kinda hard to read and post stories although it’s easier to just copy and paste out without reading it . All comments are welcome . Thanks !!!
Good Night And Sweet Dreams
bro, nice stories you had. But I’m abit lazy to read sometime loh.
MOTHERS AND DAUGHTERS
Olivia Hartman had an extra hop to her step as she stepped into the elevator for the ride up to her daughter’s apartment on the tenth floor!!! It had been almost a year since she had seen Dakota at her college graduation, and it would be good to just sit and talk with her youngest daughter about her new job, boyfriends, and all the other things mothers and daughters gab about!!! “Let’s see,” Olivia mumbled while wandering down the long corridor, “that was apartment 1008, ahhhhh, here it is, I hope she’s home!!!” With her excitement building, Olivia Hartman was just about to knock on the door when much to her surprise she noticed that the door was slightly ajar!!! Nervously she opened the door and stuck her head inside to see if Dakota was at home, and when she saw or heard no one, she gingerly enter the front room and called out, “Is anyone here, Dakota, it’s your mother, are you at home!?!”
When she got no response, she relaxed a little and after setting her suitcase over in the corner, she decided to look over the apartment!!! After checking out the living room and kitchen she made her way down a long hall to the rear of the apartment to where the bathroom and bedroom were located!!! She was just about to step into the bathroom when she stopped up short, there was someone in the bedroom!!!
With her heart pounding with excitement, Olivia crept over to the door, and after taking moment to collect herself, she flung it open and yelled, “Surprise, its me!!!” For a second or two no one said a word, as there were three very stunned people staring at each other, that is until the naked black man lying next to a completely naked Dakota spat, “Who in the fuck are you, and how the hell did you get in here!?!” Dakota was to shocked to speak, but finally her mother stammered, “W-what’s going on in here, and who’s this, Dakota!?!”
With her head partially clearing, Dakota pulled a sheet over herself to cover her nakedness, and then in a wavering voice replied, “Well uh, this is my friend, Ryerson, Ryerson Deeds, you see we were just, uh, we were just…….” “I can see what you were doing,” Olivia Hartman retorted, “and to say that I’m ashamed is an understatement!!!”
“Who the fuck is this,” Ry asked Dakota harshly!?! “She’s just my mother, Ry,” Dakota replied softly!!! “Just your mother,” Olivia exploded, “young man I want you out of here this instant, now move it!!!” Ry looked incredulously at Dakota before hopping out of bed with cat like agility, and with his still hard pecker bobbing menacingly in front of Olivia Hartman, grabbed her roughly by the arm and flung her like a sack of grain onto the bed next to her daughter!!! “Please don’t hurt,” Dakota begged Ryerson, “I’ll make her leave, just leave her alone!!!” “Ha,” Ry snorted viciously, “I’m gonna see if she fucks as good as her hot pussied little daughter!!!”
MOTHERS AND DAUGHTERS
Olivia was now sensing the gravity of the situation, and in small voice stammered, “Y-you stay away from me you pig, i-if you touch me I’ll call the poilice and have you arrested!!!” “Is she serious,” Ry asked while trying to control his laughter, “a dried up old bitch like this, fuck she oughta be payin’ me!!!” “I-I’m sorry mom,” Dakota said softly while Ryerson deeds ripped Olivia’s clothing from her body with emotionless fury!!! Oliva began kicking and clawing like a maniac, but the young black buck was much too powerful for her, and with incredible ease he pinned her down on the bed and slid between her plump thighs while pressing the head of his monster dick against her opening!!!
“I just love white pussy,” he grunted just before shoving his hips forward, driving his ten inch spike deep into the unsuspecting pussy, “they always keep coming back for more!!!” Dakota held her mother’s head in her arms as the brutal assault on her sex commenced, but as was always the case with her, once Ry had stuck his huge bone into her pussy, she became a helpless cock hound, begging the young stud to give her all he had and more!!!
“O-oh god,” Olivia stammered, “he’s tearing me apart, it hurts so badly, ohhhhhhhhhh god does it ever hurt!!!” Now kissing her mother’s ear, Dakota whispered softly, “Do you want him to take it out!?!” “Oh no,” she gasped while her pussy succumbed to the invading marauder, “I-I’m gonna cum, I’m really close now, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck I’m cumming so fucking hard!!!” Ry’s ass was now acting like a battering ram as he pounded his meat in and out of Olivia’s over matched pussy, and just when the old bitch stiffened as her climax rocketed through her body, his pecker spasmed hard, ejacualting a gusher of hot cum deep inside of her now shredded cunt!!!
Ry literally jerked his deflating meat out of Olivia’s pussy, causing her whole body to spasm in an involuntary response to it’s removal, and then in and even hard voice ordered, “Okay, little cunt, get over here and suck my fucking pecker!!! With her eyes glazed over, Olivia watched with her mouth hanging open as her pretty twenty three year old daughter slipped the monster prick into her mouth and gently began sucking!!!
Minutes later, after Ryerson Deeds had filled Dakota’s throat with another load of hot cum, he nonchallantly went over to his bag and produced a hypodermic needle which he filled with a dose of colorless liquid!!! “Ry, what are you doing,” Dakota asked in a worried voice!?! “I’m gonna give mommy a little pick me up,” he replied with and evil chuckle!!! “Y-you can’t do that,” she almost shrieked, “l-leave her alone!!!” “Sorry, baby,” he answered in an even voice, “she’s too good a fuck to let get away!!!”
“What’s he talking about,” Olivia asked her daughter weakly!?! With tears welling up in her eyes, Dakota whispered softly, “He’s gonna get you hooked on heroin and then turn you out!!!” “Turn me out,” she asked incredulously, “w-what does that mean!?!” “It means, lady,” Ry interupted while jamming the needle into Olivia’s arm, “that you’re gonna be fucking for money, and of course giving it all to me, that’s what it means, cunt!!!”
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Oivia wanted to protest, but the most incredible feeling was coursing through her, making her muscles go limp as a new fire ignited inside of her now raging pussy!!! “Are you okay, mom,” Dakota asked worriedly!?! “I feel wonderful,” Olivia Hartman replied with with a half a smile on her lips, “but my pussy is soooooooooo hot, I need another cock in it, ohhhhhhhhhhhh please somebody, fuck me!!!”
“You do it,” Ry said to Dakota while tossing her a huge strap on dildo, “and make sure she loves it!!!” With her heart breaking, Dakota pulled the harness through her legs while adjusting the straps to the proper tension, and after mouthing the words, “I’m sorry, mom”, she pushed the huge pecker into her mother’s boiling pussy and slowly began fucking her!!!
“Faster, faster,” her mother hissed through gritted teeth, “fuck me harder, baby, let mama have a big one!!!” Ry slapped Dakota hard on her tight little ass and ordered harshly, “Do a she says, cunt, fuck her and stop messing around!!!” With tears forming in her eyes, Dakota began jamming the thick piece of latax in and out of her mother’s needy vagina with piston like repetity until the poor woman lurched her pussy forward as yet another orgasm smashed into her helpless cunt, leaving her wrecked under her daughter’s cute little body!!!
Later on, Ryerson Deeds sat back and watched with satisfaction as the mother-daughter combo sixty nined each other to climax after climax while another fix of horse flowed through their veins!!! When they were finally so exhausted they couldn’t cum again, Ryerson called them over to him, and after they struggled to crawl the ten feet to his chair, he offered them his pecker, and in a soft voice offered, “Like mother like daughter I always say, like mother like daughter!!!
END
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Rich Spinster
Sadie Johnstone refers to herself as a rich old spinster. At fifty-nine, some people probably do consider her old, but she is a lovely woman. She never regrets not marrying. She loves the freedom it has given her to have a lover when she wants one and to do what she pleases at other times.
She strolls across the large expanse of her estate. The sun shines brightly, almost too bright for Sadie. She stops and glances back at the large Victorian home she has lived in all her life. Her mother had lived there all her life as well. Her father was poor and had married into wealth her mother’s mother would often say, usually in front of him.
With each step along the brick walkway towards the pool, Sadie savors the sensation of her single bare foot swinging between her crutches. It has been five glorious years since she made the acquaintance of a friend who told her about a plastic surgeon that was more than willing to amputate limbs that are not wanted. Sadie did not want her left leg and never had. She had waved large sums of money in front of shady surgeons across the globe, but there had never been any takers. Dr. Rogers did it without charge, or question.
Sadie stands by the chase lounge, drops her short sun wrap on the cushion, and looks at her naked body. As she balances on one foot, she raises and lowers her short left stump a few times. She feels the wetness of her arousal begin to fill her as it always does when she watches her stump move next to her bare crotch. A finger slips though the wetness and she sucks the finger clean with a loud slurp. “Fuck me!” she cries out with the next finger full of her sweet nectar. The other hand grabs the back of the lounge for support, the finger thrusts in and out with unabashed joy. The knee weakens and bends slightly. She feels the rising sensation that she needs, that she craves. A few more thrusts and they wash over her. “Oh yeah!” she moans loudly without fear anyone will hear her.
She dives into the pool and rolls onto her back. With each strong stroke, the clear waters wash across her firm body. A small wake forms around her erect nipples. She stops and her body coasts a short distance, and then floats motionless. The toes of her single foot stick out of the water, the empty space where the other foot would have been delights her. She arches her back slightly thrusting her shaved crotch from the water. Her stump sticks straight up. Suddenly her head submerges. She sputters as she comes back up. She wipes the water from her face and pulls her long brown hair back over her shoulders.
“Hey grandma!” her nineteen-year-old grandson calls out. By the time Sadie has wiped enough water out of her eyes to see, Kevin is sitting undressed on the edge of the pool. “Wow! You always look so great.” His erection confirms his words.
“Hi darling.” She swims the short distance to the edge of the pool where he sits. Without another word, she kisses the engorged head of his cock. “Hmmm, you have the nicest prick.” She leans forward, takes just the purplish head into her mouth, and caresses it with her tongue.
He brushes her wet hair back over her shoulders and strokes her head. “These months have been the best of my life.”
Her head continues to bob up and down as her lips slide along the velvet smooth shaft. A few times the complete shaft disappears. Kevin’s head falls backwards and his mouth opens. He senses the pending release and then hears the gulp, gulp as Sadie swallows each blast of warm ooze.
Sadie climbs from the pool and hops towards the lounge chair. With each hop, her stump swings forward. “Love the way that looks grandma. I’m so glad you only have one leg.” She stands by the chair and dries herself.
As the towel slides over her crotch, she glances at Kevin and at his once again firm cock. “Good! I know what I want.”
Kevin nestles between her thighs and his teenage prick slips inside as if it belongs there. She wraps her single foot behind his back as he begins to thrust quickly. His balls slap against her. Her lips move. “Yeah baby!” Her fingers dig into his lower back and she pulls him even harder against her. Her foot is now sticking up in the air, and her breathing is labored, her moans more hoarse. “Fuck grandma! Fuck my cunt good and hard.”
They well know by now that the recent blowjob will let Kevin slam his cock in her for at least ten minutes before he comes again. No one is timing them today.
Kevin carries their clothes as he trails slightly behind Sadie and watching her stump hanging below her hip. His prick is erect again as he enjoys the unusual, yet sensual sight of her missing leg.
“Do you see anything you like?” she teases him with a small wiggle of her hips and a flop of her stump.
“Just the most exciting woman in my life.”
They walk across the patio and though the large French doors into the kitchen. “Something to drink. I have some ice tea. I won’t tell if you want a beer.” Sadie holds the refrigerator door open and leans forward slightly adding to the elegance of her hips.
“I’ll take some of what you are waving.” He steps closer and grinds over the smooth firm roundness of a hip. His fingers slide along the mound of her pussy peeking between her thighs below her asshole. “A big helping please.”
“What a horny little fuck.” Her voice is deep and hoarse. “Guess I will have to find an alternate pussy for you so mine can have a little rest.” She laughs and reaches between her legs and then spreads her pussy as wide as possible. “Oh-h baby. Do you like grandma’s cunt?”
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His finger slips deep inside her from the back. “More than life itself. Lean against the counter and let me fuck you from the back.”
“I know you like it that way. I do too.” Her hips rise high as she lowers her shoulders even more. The clothes and towels fall in a heap and he grips her hips between his hands. His cock bobs up and down as he lets it find its own way. The head pops her cunt open as it goes inside. “Ah-h yes baby.” She holds the edge of the sink tightly as he drive his cock rapidly and fully into her until his come begins to dribble down the inside of her thigh.
Finished, he wraps his arms around her and rests against her back. “Tell me about your friend that introduced you to the surgeon.”
“Carrie Benson was a tasty young thing. She was only twenty-six, but her empty left sleeve had me breathing deeply. I was behind her in line at McDonald’s trying to decide what to order. Once I saw that sleeve, I knew exactly what I wanted.”
“Were you into girls?”
“I had a few female lovers as well as men over the years. I told her I could not decide what to get and she mumbled something about a fish sandwich. There were four or five people ahead of her and we started talking. We stood next to each other while waiting for our orders to be ready. I offered to help carry her tray and we sat together to eat. It all seemed quite casual.”
“Was she pretty?”
“Oh my yes. Slim, tall, long ringlets of blond hair down her back, nipples making small tents out of her blouse, short shorts accenting her long tan legs. Great sandals on her feet.”
“I can almost picture your panties getting more and more soaked as you looked at her.”
“Her arm stump would peek from her sleeve as she moved it around and I could feel the flood forming down there. I barely touched my burger as I watched. She smiled as she realized what I was watching. She pulled her sleeve up and said ’neat isn’t it?’ I nodded my head. I guess she heard my sigh. She leaned forward and whispered, ‘I had it done about six months ago. I love it.’ I was enchanted and mesmerized by what I had just heard.”
“And then what.”
“I told her about wanting my leg off. I went home with her and we made love for the rest of the night. A week later my leg was gone.”
“Do you ever see her?”
“A few times a year she comes and visits for a week.”
“That is so fantastic. I wish I could find a girl my age like that.”
“Someone that is missing an arm?”
“I’m so used to your missing leg, I guess a stump like yours.”
“You need a woman your own age. Don’t get me wrong, I do love our fucks, but you need someone you can go out and do things with.”
“Can you help me find someone? Someone that wants to be missing a leg.”
“What if they wanted to be missing a leg, but already had the amputation?”
“Sure, maybe that is better.”
Kevin stares at twenty-three year old Jasmine Fisher as she lightly leans on one crutch. About two-thirds of her right leg is missing and her black shorts leave nothing to the imagination about how perfect the end of the stump looks. “Hi Kevin.” Her mild Irish voice matches her smooth even pale white skin. “Sadie has been telling me about you.” She takes a deep breath and her nipples drill into the fabric.
“Hope she didn’t exaggerate too much.” He giggles slightly as he shifts between feet and wiggles one hand in his pocket.
“That’s a nice bulge,” she says and a large smile remains on her face. “She didn’t exaggerate about that I guess.”
“I’ll leave you two alone.” Sadie walks into the library.
Jasmine takes his hand and using the one crutch to walk, leads him to a couch.
“That is so neat to watch.”
“I have more neat things to show you, and for you to play with.”
She moves closer and rubs her hand softly across his chest. As she leans against him, her lips pucker. She touches his lips with hers, and then pulls back.
“I know you like women with one leg, don’t you?”
Kevin stammers, but says nothing.
“Ah Kevin, don’t be afraid. I will be gentle. Touch me.”
Her hand pulls his face against hers. Her tongue spears his mouth. His hand remains on her side until she takes it and places it on her stump.
“Please touch me. Everywhere.”
Her tongue makes him forget and his emotions take over. His fingers work under the opening of the legs of her shorts and feel only bare skin. “So close,” she moans into his mouth. “Touch my clit. Make me beg for you to stop.”
Sadie leans against the door and watches his tan white skin against her pale white skin as they roll on the floor. The sounds of passion are music to her ears and she begins to finger a nipple.
“Keep fucking me,” Jasmine demands as the grunts of pleasure almost drown out her words. “Tell me how much you love my stump.”
Exhausted and drained, they lean against each other and the couch. Clothes are scattered in small piles around them.
“Whew, your grandma sure knows what she is talking about. Why the hell would she want to give you up?”
He lifts her stump up slightly and massages the end. The soft flesh makes lovely wrinkles under his fingers. “Did you want this?”
“Very much. It is about six months old. I think it likes the way you are playing with it. I know I already like you.”
“Can you stay tonight?”
“I hope you will want me longer than that.”
The End
Service Department
Gloria Simpson sits in the service department waiting room. Her eyes stare in the direction of the old woman on the other side of the small room, but not looking at her. She blinks and slowly comes out of a small trance like daze, then shifts in the uncomfortable chair. She had been alone in the room.
Tall metal crutches lean against the wall next to the woman. Gloria’s mind slips into overdrive. Long lost feelings come swirling back out of archived memories. Details of the woman flood her senses - the long gray hair pulled back into a ponytail, the white blouse covering a slim chest with smallish breasts, and faded blue jeans covering equally small hips and long leg. Around the short remains of her left leg, the pants leg is neatly trimmed. The woman rubs the fabric over the end of her stump and then leaves her hand resting on rounded piece of thigh. Gloria imagines all the different reasons the leg is no longer there - cancer, farm accident, car wreck, …
The woman looks across the room and smiles. “Hello.” She scratches her stump.
“Has it been very long?”
Other than the unwelcome sound of a woman’s talk show on the TV, they are alone in the room. “Since just after my husband passed away. My name is Liz Morgan. I am waiting for my pickup truck. Some loud noise … I forget what he said was the problem.”
Gloria mouths, “May I join you?” and points at the chair next to Liz.
Liz pats the chair. “I’d love some company. Don’t get much out at the farm anymore.”
As Gloria settles in the chair beside Liz, the service manager walks in with a pile of papers. “That was quick. I have both vehicles ready.”
Standing at the counter, Liz scans the details of work performed and glances at Gloria standing next to her. “I live just outside of town. Can I fix you some lunch? Even an old lady needs some girl talk once in a while.” She laughs and then writes a check for the repairs.
Gloria holds the door open. The faint aroma of some unknown soap flows off her well-tanned skin as she passes.
The white farmhouse is like the one in every picture Gloria has seen of a farmhouse. She parks next to the old black pickup and leans against her car watching Liz hop a few steps and snake the crutches from the space behind the seat.
“Not much of a place anymore, but the mortgages are paid off. Robert’s life insurance, pension, and Social Security leave me enough to enjoy life.” The alternating clump of the leather sole and the tap of the rubber crutch tips echo over the wooden decking of the porch. “Excuse the mess. Guess I wasn’t expecting company today.”
Gloria follows Liz though the immaculate living room, the immaculate dinning room, and into the spotless kitchen. “I’ll ignore the mess,” Gloria teases.
“Does my soul good to be around another woman. I miss those touches from when I was your age.”
Gloria stands close behind Liz; her hand softly rests on the small of the back. “Yes, I know.” Her hand begins to lightly massage the same space.
Liz sighs deeply. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I’m just a lonely old woman.” Gloria’s hand slides upwards; her fingers wrap over the shoulder and massage it. “I asked you out here for lunch and now you are making me feel so good.”
“And if I said I found you exciting, sensual, and inviting, would you mind?”
“How? I bet you are not forty and I am a seventy year old woman with one leg.”
“I miss those touches too. Just let me love you, if only for this afternoon.”
They sit on the frayed chenille blanket and undress. Liz scans Gloria’s body. “Pay no attention to my stump.”
Gloria pulls her close. “Darling, I will pay attention to every inch of your lovely body.” She lays her down and begins to kiss her lips. Their tongues bang against each other like the first kiss of young lovers.
“I had forgotten how good a kiss like that is,” Liz moans into Gloria’s mouth.
Gloria’s fingers blaze a meandering trail over Liz’s body for her mouth to soon follow. Fingertips circle a clit and dip into the warm opening below. “Oh yeah,” Liz softly screams as her hips buck upwards. “Only my fingers have been there for a long time.” A finger touches her clit and moans of encouragement follow.
The other hand sooths the skin of the stump while Gloria intently watches the fingers of the other darting here and there. The clit enjoys the touches and the nectar flows over the pink skin. Gloria’s warm breath blows over Liz’s clit just as she reaches her tongue out to touch it. She inhales as her tongue drags across aching piece of flesh. Liz gasps and grabs at her nipples. Gloria rolls it between her lips; her teeth bite on the skin. She inserts a finger inside, and then replaces it with her tongue.
Liz screams the words Gloria never expected Liz to ever say. “Fuck my cunt! Please-e.”
“You cunt tastes so sweet,” Gloria growls. “I love my tongue deep inside you.”
Liz bucks hard against Gloria’s face as she begins to ride her mouth.
“Your stump feels wonderful against my hand. I love that you only have one leg.”
“Yes, yes. I wanted it off for years. I love having one leg.”
“I’m coming just listening to you say that. Shove your fingers into my pussy. Finger me!”
Gloria hears the squishing of Liz’s fingers in her sopping wet pussy. Another finger slips next to the two already there. A thumb presses hard on her clit. She roars as the breath rushes out of her lungs. Liz laps the wetness away. Gloria rocks her hips and spreads her legs even wider. “Ah-h, ah-h, ah-h….” Her orgasm peeks.
The warm summer air of the evening blows though the open window as they lay together, mouth on mouth, and Gloria’s hand wrapped over Liz’s stump massaging it tenderly like a warm breast. Liz’s head moves and rests on Gloria’s shoulder, her breath blowing lightly against Gloria’s ear. “I was screwing Francine. Guess I just saw her as a way to get over Janet. I was enchanted with that little piece of Janet’s thigh. She would waltz around the flat with nothing on using a single crutch. My pussy would flood just watching. The cancer came back … she passed in my arms one spring morning.”
“Oh-h. I’m sorry.”
“Being around her stump helped me relieve my need to have one leg. Damn if I know where that came from, but it would rage though me, some days like a fast freight train.”
“Did you ever pretend to be missing your leg?”
“No … I just lusted over some of the men and women that came back from the war without legs. I was half drunk in a bar one night when Robert sat next to me. I saw his crutches, and then I saw his empty pants leg. We fucked all that night and we married the next week.”
“So how did he feel about you not wanting your leg?”
“I never told him. Being around his stump was enough. Much like with Janet I guess.”
“After he died, how did you get rid of your leg?”
“I was a wreck. For several hours one day I sat in the barn with a running chainsaw hovering over my leg. I never could muster up the nerve. I gave up. A letter from a friend told me about a doctor that would do my amputation. The rest is history as they say.” Liz lifted herself slightly and stared at Gloria for a moment. “She’d do your leg, if you want.”
“Would you like me to do that?”
“I just want you to stay here with me. It has to be your decision, but I do find it almost as exciting to know you would like that as being with you.”
“I would enjoy sharing my life with you. It feels wonderful to lay here with you.”
The End