Lydia’s lay on her stomach on the deck of the large yacht anchored alone, a mile from shore. The turquoise water lapped delicately against the hull. She flipped the page of the paperback book while her only foot floated in small circles above an upturned knee. Her slim attractive body betrayed her age. Most people thought her only in her early twenties though she was more than twice that age.
She read to herself. ‘What have you been thinking about? The older woman looked at the young man’s bulging pants and listened to him say it had been her that had excited him, that he loved looking up her skirt and finding no panties.’
Lydia ground herself against the towel, massaging her engorged clitoris. She had always enjoyed that part of her body. It was both longer and larger than the ones she had seen in pictures. She was proud of that. One hand held the pages open. The other toyed with a nipple peaking from the small swimsuit top.
Sam sat along the side of the boat and glanced at Lydia. In the stateroom behind him, Joe groaned as Alice screamed in pleasure. Joe was three years older than Lydia and had inherited the yacht from their parents when they died in a brutal car wreck. She had inherited the house. Alice was a distant cousin, slightly older than Sam was. She had been Joe’s constant companion for the past few months.
Joe and Lydia would spend two months of each summer sailing the waters of the Caribbean and Gulf of Mexico. Sam’s mother had been a close friend of the family for years and he had just moved to live with them while attending the University beginning in the fall.
He continued to listen to Alice. He had dated a number of girls and had even felt up a few, though had never touched those ‘places’ that were so often mentioned in his mother’s favorite books, even the one Lydia was reading. He had sneaked a few, even memorized the words describing a woman’s body and how to make love.
“Fuck my pussy … harder,” Alice moaned, her voice low, almost possessed. “It’s on fire.”
Sam leaned his head closer to the porthole with the curtain drawn. His hand slithered inside leg of his boxer swim trunks and held his erection for a moment before beginning to stroke. He imagined he could hear Joe’s cock sloshing though her wet pussy and the balls slapping against her ass with each thrust. His hand stroked and his crotch jerked with each of her moans. Joe grunted quickly and she begged him to fill her. The warm white fluid gushed along Sam’s thigh.
The ooze turned to crust in the hot sun as he listened to muffled talk from the stateroom. Joe was encouraging her to keep sucking his cock, talking of how he wanted to fill her mouth with his jizzum. He could feel his erection start to return. Sam loved to stroke himself and feel the streams leave his piss hole. He wondered what it would be like to have someone do that for him. He could never do it enough.
Sam glanced again at Lydia. Her lone foot was still in the air, still making little circles, and sometimes flexing at the ankle. She wiggled her hips and the piece of cloth tightened its grip on her mound, digging deeper between the lips of skin surrounding the opening. ‘Pussy lips,’ he told himself to encourage his erection to grow even harder. Behind him, Alice told Joe to ‘eat her box’ and ‘shove his tongue deep’. Sam watched Lydia’s hips move. She appeared to make love to the deck below the towel.
His eyes drifted to the left leg that ended not far from the hip. He thought about how she’d told his mother at Christmas during a visit, that she would be ‘losing the leg’. Lydia didn’t seem to mind either having only one leg, or letting that part of her show. Neither did Joe. Neither did Alice. Strangely, he found it exciting as well. He had even pleasantly ‘jerked off’ – his favorite phrase for the action – a few times thinking about it.
As he stared at her hips, the short piece of thigh moved to the side providing a better glimpse of the tight swatch of cloth over her mound. He tried to imagine what it would look like without the swimsuit bottom. Perhaps it would be spreading open as the hips moved, inviting him inside. The thick warm wetness would allow him to slide easily and deep into her. Her ass would be against his stomach and her would fondle her firm tits with nipples erect from his touch. The leg of his trunks pulled high. Drops of fluid already graced his piss hole. Her hand reached under her and between her thighs. Fingers rubbed over the mound pulling the fabric inside. Her hips gyrated slowly. A stream of fluid arched though the air. Another landed near his ankle. Another landed on his knee. He continued to watch her fingers touch. Inside, Alice moaned loudly several times as Sam’s streams subsided.
As Lydia read each page, the fire in her mound grew. The woman in the story was comfortable with the fact that he was much younger and sat atop him with his cock inside her. Lydia saw feet beside her. Filled with thoughts of the book and strong urges, she struggled to clear them away as she rolled onto one side.
“What have you been up too?” she cooed in a soft sensual tone. She saw the remains of Sam’s activity on his leg and the lingering erection renewing itself in his trunks. “Sit with me for a while.” She patted the towel beside her and stared at tanned skin of his bare chest.
He sat facing her and glanced into her cleavage then at the buxom redhead with flowing locks of hair on the cover of the book, the pages parted against the deck. “Enjoying the book?” he quizzed with a huge grin. His stare returned even deeper into the cleavage, as if to will the top to fall from her body.
Her knee rested against the towel as she drew the foot up close to the end of the stump then adjusted the bikini bottom at one side. The heat pouring from her mound felt as if it would set the cloth on fire. She looked down and noticed a patch of wetness. She wondered if he would notice. “It’s one of my favorite,” she said with a glance between his thighs. The material pulled away from the skin leaving a clear view inside the pants leg. She could see the swollen head and it was closer to the hem that she could have imagined. “It’s exciting.” Her stare continued as the head moved closer.
“Like you,” he said followed by a huge smile. “You look beautiful.”
She felt his stare and it aroused her, as had the passages in the book. She told herself to put the feelings away. She failed. A deep breath swelled her chest and a cup of the swimsuit top moved slightly, exposing the beaded skin around the nipple.
“Your eyes are raping me,” she moaned.
“Whom better to do that?” His voice was jovial. His hands reached out to the side as he shrugged his shoulders.
The seeds sown, she knew she could have him. She glanced around the deck.
He watched, assuming her thoughts like his. “They’re still fucking … like bunnies.”
“How do you know?”
“I was sitting on the deck outside the stateroom. From the words, I doubt there was anything they didn’t do to each other.”
“Really-y?” she drawled. The wetness began to slip from under the cloth onto her thigh. She dabbed at it with several fingers then left them almost touching the cloth directly over her mound.
Without thinking, he pulled at the end of the pants leg and rested his hand over the head then stroked it a few times. When he realized what he was doing, he said, “Sorry,” and quickly pulled the pants leg down.
“Don’t be. What I could see looked quite nice.”
“Like Joe’s cock?”
She looked slightly uncomfortable as she thought about the times she and her brother had been together. “You know?”
“You both have needs. I don’t mind.”
“Yeah-h, like his cock.”
“I saw you touching yourself a while ago.”
“The book was….”
“What, turning you on?” He chuckled as he gripped the erection through the material. “So much sex in the air … seems natural.” He felt proud of himself for the comfort he felt talking about such personal feelings.
She pulled at the edge of the fabric exposing the rest of the nipple. The fingers moved away leaving it exposed. “Do you think I’m pretty? Without my leg….”
“Shush,” he replied with a finger over his lips. He pulled the pants leg up and began to stroke his shaft. “You’re so-o sexy.” He pointed at her crotch and with an exaggerated motion of the other hand along his shaft, invited her to touch herself.
She moved the nearby fingers over the cloth and began massaging lightly while letting a soft moan drain from her mouth.
She slowly and suggestively pushed the left side of the swimsuit down her hip, along the short thigh of the stump, and around the end. Her mound was full from the excitement of the moment and the story. There was no hair around it and she let a few fingers travel over the baldness. The moisture glistened in the sunlight as she parted the opening with two fingers. A fingertip from the other hand played in the entrance then a second joined. She stroked her clit, as he stroked his cock.
“It bigger than most.”
“But it’s yours. That’s all that matters.”
“Have your girlfriends held that?” He shook his head as she moved closer and wrapped her fingers tightly around the shaft. “Hmmm … very nice cock.” The words made him swell in her grip. “You liked what I said,” she whispered. He nodded in silence. “Lean back a little.” Her hand began slowly and rhythmically moving. Soon drops of precum began to form at the piss hole. “You like to come, don’t you?”
“Uh-huh,” he groaned as he savored having another person’s hand around his shaft for the first time. “Uh-huh,” he groaned again, knowing he was very close. “Close,” he mumbled.
“It’s okay. I want you to. I want to see you squirt your juices on me.” She felt his balls with the other hand and pumped faster. “Come on,” she begged quietly, her grip tight and fast. “Cover me in your….”
The first landed next to her nose, the next one beside her mouth, and another on the exposed nipple. She rubbed a finger though the one by her mouth and pushed it onto her lips. She moved it across them with her tongue before shoveling it into her mouth. “You taste very good.” She raked more from her face into her mouth and savored each bite then leaned down and sucked his cock clean.
He watched with amazement as her head bobbed up and down with each stoke. Too quickly, she sat up and wiped her lips with the back of her hand. “God, how I love to suck a cock.”
“You do-o?” Sam quizzed, looking shocked.
“I’ve only done it for Joe, but yeah-h, I do enjoy doing it for him. He says I’m one of the best.” She laughed. “Bet you never guessed a woman my age would give BJ’s.” She laughed again as she looked at the hardness standing at attention.
“It stays like this a lot.” He shrugged his shoulders.
“Yeah, the joys of youth. What’s your daily record?”
“What, for jerking off?” He watched her nod with a devilish grin across her face. “I lose track … ten maybe. I don’t know.”
“Mine’s fifteen.” She looked pleased with herself. That was a week ago.”
“You’re an orgasm junkie.”
“That’s for sure. I’d love to hit twenty.” She giggled.
“Was that just fingering yourself?”
“I’m a chronic masturbator, but I love oral too. Having a cock deep in there is even nice.” She dipped several fingers deep inside her channel, moved them in and out, and then held them in front of his lips. “Taste.” She watched him inhale deeply before letting them into his mouth. He sucked their length.
“I had no idea what it would taste like.”
“I think I’d enjoy helping you out.” He laughed and watched her remove the swimsuit bottom, then recline on her back. The right leg spread wide and the short stump spread slightly. She suggestively moved the stump up and back down several times.
“Lick along my pussy lips for a while.” She moaned as he followed her instruction while letting a hand hold the end of her stump. “I love your hand there,” she whispered. His tongue dug deeply between the swollen parts. His tongue grazed roughly against her large bud and she gasped. He remembered passages from her book and let the tip of his tongue lightly circle the base of the bud several times. “Oh-h baby-y. You’re good-d,” she slowly and softly drawled.
“Fingers … inside….” she moaned as her hips quivered.
“I like eating you … finger fucking your cunt.”
Her hips rocked and her waist flexed. She rode his mouth, bucked, and thrust. “Fuck my cunt,” she begged a few times. “Be my lover….”
“I want to be in you. I want my cock to fill your cunt.”
“Soon enough. I love to hear to tell me that.” She groaned in pleasure with the orgasm close. “Suck my clit. It’s ready for more … tighter….” Her hips thrust hard against his face as his lips tightened around the engorged hardness. “Ah-h,” she repeatedly groaned and gasped loudly.
“Someone’s getting fucked,” Alice whispered as she looked at Joe’s head between her thighs. He grunted in response without stopping.
“You’re a fast learner,” Lydia told Sam as her orgasm waned and he continued to lightly nibble between her thighs. Her hand mussed in his blond hair. “Seventeen more.” She giggled and moved her stump in his palm. “I’ve already had a few today.”
He smacked a kiss over her mound then looked up at her while resting his face against her right thigh. He tightened his grip on her stump and moved it about.
“You like it?”
“Yeah. It makes you unique.”
He moved along the top of her slim tight body until their lips were together. She moved her foot atop the small of his back and felt him press against her mound. She wiggled her hips until he fell inside. With unexpected ease, he pushed deep inside. Her eyes smoldered with desire and she sucked his tongue into her mouth. Her cunt squeezed around his cock and felt new wetness. There were a few more contractions as she enjoyed the feeling of a virgin cock inside her.
“Nice fit,” she teased.
“Like a glove.”
“I won’t get pregnant. Fill me with your cum all you want.”
He lay still for a long moment. “Let me savor this. My first time in your cunt.”
“I don’t know why, but that word … is a turn-on for me.”
“How about ‘cock’?”
“Cock in cunt. Cunt swallowing cock.” She laughed and wiggled her hips. “Are you just going to lay there?” She pressed her foot tightly on his back and rubbed her stump against his hip as she began to work her tight channel along his shaft feeling the ridge of the swollen head press tightly on the walls. She squeezed and rubbed his cock. The heat welled up inside with each stroke as she felt the ridge near the entrance then return deep inside. The fire built into an inferno. She began to find herself in a new place feeling him against and in her. She gasped and moved along his shaft another time.
“I’m ready to come again,” she squealed with delight. Her hips thrust and moved and his joined in the rhythm as it moved though the wet heat. “Oh god-d, close….” she moaned without finishing the thought. He could feel her tighten around him and he began to squirt his jizzum. Its warmth flooded her and she lost control. “Baby-y….” A few more thrusts and she lay limp under him, gasping softly.
His erection never left and he swelled even more inside her. Slowly his hips rocked letting his balls lightly slap her ass as the shaft plowed the warm wet depths. He could feel his cock pulse in a false orgasm after a few strokes. He knew from experience that it would remain rock hard for a long time now that his balls were spent. He felt the foot rub his back and the stump touch his hip. He watched her face and she watched his.
She pulled at her swimsuit top until it fell from her head. “Feel my tits against your chest,” she begged, her voice husky. “Good, huh?”
He let his chest hover just above her as the firm orbs swayed and the erect nipples strained for a touch. He lowered himself slightly as they brushed more firmly against him. “Nice tits,” he mumbled in pleasure.
“I’ve seen you looking.”
“Is it as good as in the book?”
“Uh-huh,” she groaned as the next orgasm tingled her mind.
He felt her cunt contract and let go. “Another?”
“Uh-huh,” she groaned then let the waves of pleasure wash across her.
“Still hard,” he said sounding pleased with himself.
“Then don’t stop,” she teased. “How long can it stay that way?”
“The commercial says ‘after four hours, call for help.'”
“It’s only been about half an hour. Should we set the alarm clock? They both laughed as his hips moved up and down in slow movements.
“A little faster,” she scolded with a light slap on his hip.
“Giddy up? Glad you don’t have a riding crop.”
“I could get one.”
“No. I’ll catch on to this. Remember….”
“You’re doing just fine for the first time.”
“Only ‘just fine’?”
“Nah.” She slammed her mound along his shaft and crashed against its base. She quickly repeated the motion several times. “Like that … go a little crazy. FUCK me.”
His hips began moving rapidly letting his cock head stop just before falling from her pussy lips then not stopping the drive inwards until his balls slapped loudly against her asshole. She tore at her breast pulling them wildly in all directions. Her mouth draped wide as she gasped for air.
“Oh yeah-h Sam-m,” she drawled repeatedly in wild abandon without regard to whether Joe or Alice could hear her. She added, “FUCK me-e real-l good,” occasionally.
His balls slapped about crazily and the shaft sent shivers of boiling desire through her. Her nipples threatened to drill through her palms as she tore at her breasts. The right leg strained as it reached further to the side.
“Cock-k … big-g,” she yelped. She felt her new wetness mingling with the mixture of the old begin to drain along the sliver of skin near her asshole. Now new jizzum flooded her and poured out. “Cum-m in me-e,” she begged as his cock pulsed inside her, still moving in and out. Suddenly, the orgasm racked her, making her gasp loudly. Her cunt drove hard along his shaft and threatened to continue past the base. It remained firmly in place as the feelings softened. “Best-t,” she drawled as her body fell limp once again.
The long shadows moved across the pile of spent pleasure of Sam still lying on Lydia. She looked up to see Joe and Alice standing naked over them.
“Glad you two found each other,” he said as his hand firmly cradled Alice’s ass.
Slowly Sam moved then sat beside Lydia, his cock still erect.
“Doesn’t that ever go away?” Alice asked with a slight giggle. She felt Joe squeeze her cheek. “Jealous?” She said, looking up at him.
“Nope. That’s exactly how I feel around you.” His fist stroked his growing erection. “See?”
She pulled him by the cock back towards the door. “I feel a ‘need’.”
“Insatiable,” Lydia whispered.
“Like us.” Sam stood and moved closer to the edge of the yacht before holding his cock out and peeing into the sea. Finished, he shook himself, and then dragged his clutched fist over the shaft to wipe it clean.
She hopped a few steps and stood beside him. She arched her back and held her crotch out as far as possible with fingers spreading her pussy wide. A yellow stream sailed into the air and splashed far below. She hopped back and wiped herself with the corner of the towel.
“You move nicely like that.”
“Yeah. I hop some, but it is hard on my hip joint. How’s it feel to fuck a woman with one leg?” She laughed, and then sat down.
“Like I’d want to do it again.” He stroked his hardness a few times.
She reached out and pulled him by his cock. “Just stand there.” She pulled it until she was able to wrap her lips around the end. Her lips popped lightly as she let it repeatedly slip from her mouth. “Yummy. You can sit now.” She giggled. “I want to suck you some.” She leaned down, took half the shaft into her mouth, and made several passes with her lips tight against the warm flesh. He grabbed at her ass to pull her mound towards her.
“NO,” she commanded around the cock. Her mouth was full and she felt a slight gagging sensation as she spoke. “NO,” she grunted again.
He began to hump her mouth without thought. Her hand gripped his balls and rolled them like marbles. The pleasurable sensation of a mouth around his throbbing cock caught him off guard. She felt it throb and pulse and knew he was ready. She gurgled and gulped, milking him long past anything left.
The youthful erection now faded slightly as he lay next to her. His hand played with wetness draining from her pussy then a fingertip circled the bud of her clit.
“Nice toy,” he teased before leaning down and taking a nipple between his lips.
“Kiss my stump.”
“You’d like that?” he quizzed.
“Sure. About as sensual to me as my breasts.”
His hand held the soft skin of the stump as he moved closer. “So close to your pussy….” He leaned closer and pecked at the pale scar moving from one end to the other. He rolled the flesh between his hands and watched it take different shapes. He nibbled and sucked at the valley he made at the end of the stump.
“Yeah-h darlin’, like that. You are so-o good to me.”
The heat from her opening called to him and he answered with a deep dip of his tongue.
“Poor stump will get lonely,” she teased and wiggled the stump against his face.
“Something else was getting lonely,” he mumbled into her mound.
“Please … just for me.”
Without more encouragement, Sam nibbled the few inches along the inside of the thigh and across the soft end of the stump. One hand fondled parts of the stump while the other toyed with her sopping wet pussy.
“Sam-m,” she cooed as her hips stopped writhing with pleasure. “I think I’m getting too much sun. Maybe we could go to my room.” She worked herself into a sitting position and gave his lips a long deep kiss.
Lydia pulled back slightly and held Sam’s face with both hands. “Sweetheart, we can continue. Never fear.” She pecked at his lips, then stood while lifting her crutches and placing them under her arms. He followed her naked body as she gracefully swung her foot between the crutches.
She settled comfortably on the bed with her knee slightly raised in contrast to her missing leg spread wide to nicely expose her cum crusted mound. “Fuck me again, and then we can take a shower.” Two fingers parted the opening as she massaged her mound. “I can’t begin to tell you how delicious you are.”
His erection had not gone away and seemed to swell even more. “Do you mean that?” He pushed her down on her back and moved between her thighs until his erection filled her again. His hips began to rock slowly letting his cock withdraw until the head almost slipped out then slide as far inside as possible. From his outstretched hands resting beside her, he watched her face.
“Would you like me for your girlfriend? I wouldn’t refuse your every desire.” Her fingers rubbed softly over his face then dragged over his lips. Her hips moved to match his movements. “Would you mind being seen with an older woman, one old enough to be your mother, one that only has one leg?”
The head slipped out accidentally and he fumbled trying to insert it again. “Heck no. What about Mom?”
“I’m sure it’s okay. Let’s not worry about that this summer. We’ll see then.”
Lydia’s foot rested on Sam’s back and encouraged him to move a little faster. He did and her breathing deepened with the sounds of her raspy gasps. “You know how to use that monster cock.” She gasped again and pressed her foot even harder.
“I’ve read that book you’re reading. It was a good tutorial.” He chuckled and slammed more forcefully against her. “Do you get sore?”
“Not even close darlin’.” She giggled. “Been a while since I’ve had that much action.” She giggled again. “Bet we’ll….” She gasped and gasped again. “Oh-h yeah-h … yeah-h.” Her back arched and her face twisted in pleasure. “Yeah-h.” She gritted her teeth. “Ah-h,” she drawled for a while then fell limp.
He continued to pump and she knew he was close. She watched and listened.
“Come-e baby-y,” she encouraged. She felt the surge of jizzum fill her depths then begin to drain across her asshole. “More-e,” she begged and he did not stop moving or spurting. Her hand stroked his ass cheek and pulled him tight into her then wiggled her hips giving a small grinding motion.
“Darlin’, we may not get much sleep tonight.” She giggled.
Knuckles rapped against the door. “We were thinking food might be in order,” Joe called without opening the door.
“We need to shower first.”
“Things will be ready when you finish.” Joe’s footsteps moved down the hallway.
Lydia stood and balanced on the single foot then reached out for Sam’s hand. “Stand next to me.” She pulled him close and their lips were at the same height as she began the kiss. She could feel his cock press between her thighs. “Just hold me,” she cooed. “The other night, I dreamed this might happen. I’m glad it did.” She held him for a moment longer before hopping a step backwards. He stared. She held his hand and hopped towards the shower. He watched her firm breasts heave with each hop.
Sam stood behind Lydia who was bent slightly forward as the warm water cascaded over them. His hand strolled between her thighs as his erection massaged her mound. She leaned lower with one hand against the wall as she rubbed soap over a breast with the other. “Ah-h,” she drawled seductively then gave her ass a slow shake. “Think I’ve found someone with urges to match mine.”
He pumped forcefully in playful acknowledgement and held her waist. “A guys dream.”
“And an older woman’s joy.” Her stump flailed as he pounded her ass more rapidly. “Oh-h god-d,” she joyfully screamed. “Fuck my cunt … bad boy.” She groaned and moaned while pulling at a breast. “Fuck me good-d,” she roared. Her head leaned on the arm against the wall. “Ah-h, ah-h,” she panted feeling she was close, but not quiet ready. She enjoyed the sounds of his wet body slapping against hers repeatedly. “Ah-h, ah-h,” she continued. “Here it comes-s.”
A single orgasm did little to satisfy either and the water became cooler as it continued to pour over them. He remained behind her and she bent forward holding onto the wall. “Hurry baby-y,” she begged. “Harder-r.”
He wiped at his eyes with his forearm then gripped a breast. “I can’t get enough.” His wet skin slapped hers as his balls swung against her asshole. “It’s so good-d.” He grabbed at her crotch. A fingertip repeatedly whacked her clit. She yelped loudly in pleasure. His fingers gripped the unusually large bug and stroked it like a small cock. “Come again-n. I need to feel you come. I love it when you squeeze hard on my cock.”
“Oh baby-y,” she began repeating. “Oh-h, oh-h,” she mumbled repeatedly as the orgasm overtook her.
“Need a break. Forgive me. I never thought I’d say that,” she whispered then took the washcloth and quickly scrubbed them both.
As they entered the dinning room, two plates with hamburgers sat on the table. Lydia wore only a long t-shirt and Sam wore short pants. “Where are….” she started.
“Oh fuck-k me-e,” Alice roared from the stateroom next to the dinning room.
“Guess we know now,” Sam teased and sat in front of one plate.
Lydia crutched back from the kitchen with two unopened cans of soft drink dangling from her fingers. She sat across from him and gazed into his face. “I can’t begin to express how much I’m enjoying you.” He grinned. “I know I’m oversexed. It’s about all I think about.”
“I’ve wondered if there was something wrong with me. I get the idea that Mom and Dad don’t ‘do it’ very often, surely not as often as I want to.” He paused and looked at her as he ate a bite of the burger then sipped from the can. “Maybe you wouldn’t mind if I said….” He paused and gazed into her eyes.
“I’m glad you only have one leg.”
“Really? Tell me why.”
“I don’t know how to say it. There’s just something about the way it makes you look.”
“Hearing that excites me.”
“A woman with one leg lived down the street from me when I was about your age. She never seemed ‘handicapped’ or ‘crippled’. We’d spend time together. She helped me with my sexuality issues.”
“Sexuality issues?” Sam quizzed.
“You know, never getting enough orgasms … always wanting another one. At first, it was difficult to talk to her about my feelings. As I opened up, it became clear she felt the same way. Well, maybe not quite as strongly.” She giggled and then ate the last bite of the burger. “I liked the way she looked. Kind of like the way you said you liked the way I look.”
“Was she your age?”
“A little older. Have you ever thought about what it would be like to have just one leg?”
“Some.” He paused as if thinking about what to say next. “After you told us at Christmas about leg, well, at night I found myself all hard when I’d think about you … that way.”
“That’s sweet. I don’t mind you liking me this way. I thought about Cindy, the neighbor, when I would masturbate. Quickly, she became part of my sexual fantasies.”
“Wow-w, like me thinking about you.”
“Uh-huh.” Her hand moved atop a breast and played with the nipple under the t-shirt.
Sam stood and picked up both plates and placed the cans on them. “I wouldn’t mind it if I had to lose a leg.” He carried them to the kitchen. “Guess it wouldn’t ever happen though. If it happened, I’d be okay.”
“No, it’s not so bad.” She moved behind him and kissed the back of his neck while letting her hands roam over the front of his short pants. “Hmmm, what have you been thinking about?” She giggled and gripped the erection through the fabric. “Maybe we can find something to do with this.” She sucked his earlobe for a long moment before crutching towards her stateroom.
Lydia was already naked and reclined on the bed when Sam closed the door and latched the lock. Her fingers slowly pumped inside her mound. “I’m so ready,” she moaned. She watched his short pants fall along his legs. “Look-k at that fine cock-k,” she drawled.
“Thanks. It’s all yours.”
“Uh-huh.” His hand gripped and stroked the shaft as he moved between her thighs.
“Yeah baby.” Her fingers pounded and sloshed. “Fuck my cunt like only you can.” He grabbed her hand and jerked it away before shoving himself inside. His balls slapped her hard. She gasped, looking surprised. “That’s the way. Hurry. Make me….” The rapid thrusts made her gasp and took her voice away for a moment. Her single foot reached for the ceiling, her toes curled tight, as his hips moved rapidly.
“Missing legs,” he groaned.
“Oh-h,” she grunted with the next few thrusts. “Stumps-s.” Her hand fondled her stump and squeezed it into soft folds. “Ah-h,” she gasped several times. “Love having one leg. Ah-h. Ah-h. Ah-h. Just for you.”
“Just a single beautiful slim leg below your short skirt.”
“Yeah-h. I’ll dress that way for you. Ah-h.” His hips moved quickly and powerfully. “High heal shoe … no panties. You can look up my skirt … Ah-h. Ah-h. See my pussy.” She fell quiet and panted a few times, savoring the pulsing cock rubbing tightly inside her. “Your cock … will be so hard ’cause of … Ah-h. Ah-h. You fuck my cunt so nicely. Ah-h. Ah-h.” Her foot moved against his back and rubbed along his spine. “Baby-y, baby-y.” She gasped and began matching his thrusts. “I’m glad I’m your … one-legged … lover.” She continued to gasp, some coming between words.
“My cock belongs-s … in your … cunt-t.”
“Fuck my horny cunt darlin’.” She gasped as her foot rode his back. “Fuck my horny cunt so good-d.” Her hips were now coming off the bed every few thrusts. A hand reached out to the side and pounded the covers. “Ah-h. Ah-h. Almost-t.” A soft screamed began to ooze from her throat. “Ah-h.” Her pussy clung to his as her foot squeezed against his back. He held his cock tight inside and began to flood her. “Yeah-h … me … too.” Her pussy convulsed around his shaft. “There-e. There-e.”
They lay limp in each other’s arms as his hips gently moved and his cock comforted her pussy. Their lips cuddled and tongues touched.
“That was the best so far,” she whispered as she kissed his cheek.
“Thinking of looking up your skirt was exciting.” He laughed. “Your naked pussy next to your stump….” He moaned softly, thinking of the image.
“The next port, I’ll dress up for ‘us’.”
“Maybe tonight on board … for me.”
Lydia laughed. “Okay, for you … at dinner.”
Sam’s erection remained inside and slipped through the sloppy wet mixture of their juices. “Let me be on top,” she said. She pulled him over and they rolled until he was on his back. Still inside, she adjusted her hips slightly and began working them up and back down. “Like that?” she quizzed.
“We haven’t done anything I don’t like.” He felt her stump move over his pelvis and sometimes touch his stomach. He reached out and cupped a hand over the soft end. “Marvioulous.”
“Glad you like it … I do too.” She reached between her thighs and rubbed fingers along her pussy lips. She let them rub along his shaft. He watched her breasts sway. “Yeah-h, watch my tits. Look how hard my nipples are … thanks to your stares.” She squeezed her cunt around his cock for several trips along the shaft then relaxed them. “Ah-h.” Her movements quickened and she leaned forward leaving her face near his, her hands beside his head. Her breath was hot and in need. His hips began to move to match hers. “Fuck-k me-e,” she groaned. “I’ll never get enough of you.”
The prior orgasm lingered and a new one began to add to the wonderful sensations. “Oh-h god-d,” she moaned, lowering her chest until her nipples dragged across his body. “Darlin’. Darling.” He still played with the soft flesh over the end of her stump and she moved the stump dragging his hand along. Her ass slapped his thighs repeatedly. “Ah-h. Ah-h.” The convulsions were strong and continuous for minutes. “Baby-y. I’ve never felt anything like that one.”
“Guess I’m doing something right.” He laughed.
“More than that. You say the sweetest things darling.”
“‘Bout your stump?”
“Could be. I just love to talk dirty with you … but yeah, you say great things about me having one leg.” She lay atop him and wiggled her hips letting his lingering erection move inside her.
She sat up slightly. Her nipples dangled by his face for a moment before she let them drag over his lips. “Suck ’em,” she begged then lowered one between his lips. “Yeah-h,” she drawled as he pressed his lips around the dark piece of flesh. Her hips wiggled and moved with each suck. “Oh-h,” she moaned. “They belong in your mouth.” One of his hands steadied the mound of flesh and pulled it farther into his mouth. “Baby-y … eat it like you did my stump.”
He pulled it from his mouth and rubbed it over his face. “I like your stump.”
“Would you mind?”
“Nah,” she mumbled as she twisted her body leaving her mound and stump close to his face. Her lips slipped along his erection as she stroked her hand quickly along the shaft. She dragged the end of the stump across his mouth. “I did it for you.” She made a soft giggled then continued sucking the head as it swelled from her words.
“You’re teasing.” He pecked across the scar and nibbled the puckered flesh.
“So-o,” she groaned around his cock. “Enjoy-y yourself.”
He squeezed the stump moving the puckers and changing the shape as he kissed and nibbled the flesh. One hand slid up the inside of the short thigh and fondled the juices dripping out. The thumb rolled the engorged clit under it. She moaned in encouragement without letting go of his cock. His lips traced the path of his hand and sucked where the thumb had been. She groaned something he could not understand and ground her crotch firmly against his mouth. He struggled to pull back slightly to catch a breath, but her pussy lips followed his movement. He pushed a hand against her and gasped a few quick breaths then sucked the large clit again.
She released the cock and watched for a moment. “My pussy loves your mouth.” She returned to his pleasure without comment from him.
One large splash followed another outside the yacht and they paused long enough to question what had happened.
“Joe-e,” Alice moaned, her voice coming from the water beside the yacht. “Are you trying to keep up with him?”
Lydia laughed. “No way can he do that.” She laughed again then swallowed half his shaft and ground her pussy against his face before he could say anything.
He pulled back slightly. “Come damn it.” He shoved three fingers quickly inside her and she bucked. “I know you’re close.” The fingers were a blur and her wetness rolled along his palm and wrist. “Yeah-h. That’s it.” Her cunt gripped his fingers so tightly he could hardly move them. He slapped an ass cheek lightly as he struggled to move his fingers. He slapped again.
“Slap me again.” She jerked the hip he had hit and the next slap echoed through the room. “I’ve been so-o bad. Slap my ass … punish me.” Another whack rang through the room. “I’ll be good. I promise.” Her hand continued what her mouth had been doing. A mutual orgasm began and his warm cum covered her face as she tried to aim it towards her lips. “I want it all over me.” She rubbed the creamy mess from her face and smeared it over her hips and across her stump.
Naked, they strolled towards the stern then dropped into the water holding hands. They surfaced slowly in a deep lingering kiss with much of the results of their orgasms washed away.
“Don’t do anything we wouldn’t!” Alice called from the bridge. She watched Lydia’s hips float to the surface and the single leg move slowly to help her float. Sam treaded water beside her waist to provide support. “Oh to be like her,” she whispered under her breath.
“What’d you say?” Joe asked.
“Nothing, just watching your sister.”
“Yeah, quite the looker. They seem to be having a fucking good time.”
Alice cupped his crotch over his shorts and played with his balls. “I’d rather be with you than him.” She continued to play and reached up with her lips until they kissed his. “You think she’s as pretty as before.” Her voice soft, she did not expect an answer or need one.
“Missing that leg, huh?”
“It might not be so bad to be that way. You’d still love me, wouldn’t you?” She pushed her hand inside the waistband and gripped his growing erection then began stroking it. She lifted her foot and balanced on the other. Her folded knee rubbed his thigh and he swelled suddenly in her hand. “Joe-e,” she groaned. “You like her that way … don’t you?”
“One of my kinks.” He laughed and began rocking his hips, helping her stroke his cock.
“She seems to like being that way.”
“Yeah, she’s comfortable with it.”
Alice knelt and pulled at the waistband until the head was exposed. She wrapped her lips over it and sucked the precum away then let her lips slide tightly along a few inches of the warm shaft. He could feel her tongue wipe over the dark purple skin stretched tight across the head. He groaned and rested a hand on her head. His fingers rolled some hair around them in idle play. Her head bobbed and he applied a little pressure hoping she’d take more of the shaft. Her lips touched the base for a moment then she resumed working the part near the head. He groaned a few times and unloaded several streams that bounced around in her throat and across her tongue. She gurgled a few times as she swallowed and sucked him empty.
Lydia floated on her back, both hands lazily pushing through the water. Sam settled between her thighs and nibbled her clit while holding his hand under her back. “Oh-h … god-d,” she said as the orgasm quickly overtook her. “Oh-h,” she said again, then again.
She let her hips sink as she began to tread water. “That was a first,” she quipped as she leaned close enough to kiss him. Her breasts brushed against him and their feet touched.
“Maybe not a last,” he joked.
“Darlin’, we were made for each other.” She broke free and swam for the dive platform off the back of the yacht. She sat and leaned back against outstretched arms. With her foot, she playfully splashed Sam then left her thighs parted wide. “See anything you might want,” she teased.
“Hey down there, what you two want for dinner?” Joe yelled. “Besides pussy and cock.” He laughed heartedly while holding his stomach. “I’ll throw some steaks on the grill. Try dressing for dinner.”
“Eat me,” she said half-heartedly over her shoulder then looked down at Sam, “Now-w, that’s something you could do quite nicely.” She scooted her hips forward slightly letting her mound hang over the water. “Maybe a little appetizer.” She giggled and held his head in place.
Sam wore khaki shorts and a black polo shirt as he talked to Joe and Alice. Each held a beer bottle and sipped slowly. Her blouse had a single button fastened at the bottom and Sam stared at the curves of her breasts.
“Foxy with just one leg, don’t you think,” Alice said.
“Yeah, but she’d be foxy even with two,” Sam said.
Lydia crutched from the hallway wearing a slinky, low cut, black dress, ending above mid-thigh. A black high-heal shoe graced her single foot. Aroused nipples poked noticeable bumps in the silk fabric. “Like I told you,” she whispered into Sam’s ear. “Nothing under this but me.” She giggled.
“Alice was just mentioning how ‘foxy’ you were with one leg,” Sam said.
“She’s a woman who knows the future,” Lydia replied.
“What, that you’re starting a new fad?” Joe teased.
“Can you imagine if there were thousands like me?”
“Sign me up,” Alice said.
“I’m going out on the deck for some fresh air,” Lydia said. “Sam?” she added as she looked at him before crutching outside.
She leaned against the railing staring at the fireball sun sizzle below the horizon. Her crutches dangled beneath her armpits resting lightly against her hips. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” she said without looking away from the scene as he approached.
“You’re so beautiful. I can’t imagine being with anyone more wonderful.”
She turned slowly on her single foot without using her crutches. Her long hair blew in the gentle breeze and she pushed a lock away with a few fingers. Her left breast jiggled and the nipple pushed against the fabric in the process.
“I can’t get enough … sex. You’re the only guy that’s able to keep up with me. Maybe I can’t keep up with you.” She laughed. “Today’s been one of my happiest days … ’cause of you.”
“I never expected to have days like this one. I can’t thank you enough.”
“Sweetheart, this isn’t going to stop.” She laughed and hopped half a step closer letting the crutches fall. Her hands stroked his shoulders and her lips grazed his.
“What was that in there all about?”
“It shouldn’t matter why I lost my leg. You seem to like me this way, don’t you?”
“Sure-e,” he drawled, his hands holding her waist.
“Well … I like me this way too. Joe does too. He had a young thing like this live with us for a while last year. He likes them that way.” She laughed. “Look at Alice.” She laughed again. “Maggie had one leg. Even at his age, he stayed erect most of the time.” She giggled. “When she found that her missing leg was the reason, she moved out.”
“You did this for him?”
“Not really. It was for me. I told you about my neighbor. I never could get her out of my mind. Joe knew her as well. He and I were having sex quite a bit and we would talk about her. We’d both get so turned on….” She paused and watched for a reaction. “I’d pretend to have one leg for him. You know, fold my leg up, and walk around on crutches. I loved it more each time. It became a huge part of my sexual fantasies. And that was long before Maggie showed up.” She chuckled.
“I don’t have a problem with any of that.”
“Thanks. I didn’t think you did. I don’t know why I thought you’d be okay with what I just said, but I did. I don’t talk about this with anyone. Hope you understand. I don’t want anyone to think I’m crazy.” She giggled.
“So, there wasn’t anything wrong with your leg?”
She shook her head and massaged his shoulders. “No. Don’t hate me.”
“How could I? My thoughts of you with one leg started last Christmas. They’re seared in my mind now and … and now that I’ve held you so close … no, there’s no way I could hate you. I don’t want to let you out of my life.”
“When Alice has her leg off, you’ll lust after her. She’s quite good in bed Joe says. You’ve heard her.”
“It’s just a guess on my part. She’s watched me a lot … and I know Joe.”
“I’m glad for her, but you’re the one I want.”
“I’m almost fifty….”
“I don’t care. Your sex drive matches mine. I never thought I’d find anyone who wanted to cum as much as I do. I’ve dated a few girls. Hell, they didn’t even want me to touch their pussy, much less give them an orgasm … or a thousand orgasms.”
“I don’t know where you and I will end up, but like I said, today has been one of my best days … thanks to you. It will be nice to have you cuddled up with me as we sleep tonight.”
Her mouth moved slowly closer until their lips touched. His tongue parted her lips and explored. She ground against him feeling the erection she suspected was waiting.
“Dinner,” Alice called.