Rec Room
by Grendel

I lay back against the pillows propped against the headboard of the king-
size bed watching the two women. Across the dimly lit room, Rhonda's right
hand traced the curve of Carla's spine as she ran the zipper down the back
of her dress. Sliding her hands up her back and out along her shoulders,
she pushed the silky flowered dress off Carla's body to flutter to the
floor. Carla stood unmoving, feet encircled by the fabric, meeting my eyes
in the vanity mirror as Rhonda unhooked her bra strap, slipped it off, and
hung it over the chair back. After a pause in which both women remained
motionless, the silence of late afternoon hanging expectantly over us,
Carla turned and asked, "Aren't you going to take these off too?"

"Maybe later," replied Rhonda as she turned the chair to face me and the
bed. "Go ahead," she smirked as she sat down, crossing her legs in evident
relaxation, and sinking into the upholstered chair.

Carla approached the bed, her hips swaying, dimpled by the elastic at the
top of white cotton briefs that barely covered her generous mound, her
rounded breasts tremoring white between her tanned belly and shoulders as
she walked. She is statuesque, almost six feet, but slender with broad hips
and large breasts that don't look large on her body. Looking down at me
with longing and sadness, I see a lovely oval face with full lips and
lidded blue eyes framed by silky yellow blond hair that barely brushes her
shoulders.

"She isn't going to leave," murmurs Carla, "and I don't think she will be
much help with this unless..."

"I know, but what are we going to do? I want us to be together, but I can't
ask you to submit to..." I began.

"So what, they do whatever they want, we might as well be together," said
Carla huskily, "I love you and want you right now, and I don't give a shit
about their games."

Rhonda's lips moved silently in the background, looking down as she began
unbuttoning her blouse.

"OK, well, me too," I said, pulse quickening, at last responding to the
vision of Carla standing nearly naked over me.

Smiling at last, she sat on the edge of the bed, not yet within easy
touching distance since I was sitting in the middle. "Do you want me to
come to you?" she asked.

"More than anything... If I..."

She swings her legs onto the bed, tucking them under her, she rises
unsteadily and walks on her knees to the center of the bed. Kneeling before
me and leaning forward, her lips almost brushing mine, she whispers, "Don't
say it, you know how I feel about you, and you have nothing to regret as
far as I am concerned."

Rhonda was slumped sideways in the chair, her blouse half open, skirt
pulled up and bunched in her lap. Her white thighs gleamed in the dusk as
my lips met Carla's, softly touching, inhaling her sweet breath among brief
tongue flicks, then full contact, mouths hungry and open, tongues probing
one another's depths until she breathlessly sits back, and I dazed with
desire, my dick straining to be free to seek my love, can only watch,
helpless to assist or hinder as she sits back and extends her legs to
either side of me. Digging in her heels, she pulls herself close, so close
I can smell her musk and could feel the heat of her beautiful body.

Leaning forward slightly, we kiss again, first tenderly, lovingly, then
with mounting passion as she works her feet behind me, encircling me with
her legs and drawing me to her, my erect member pressed hard against her
crotch, feeling her long, hard, rosy nipples pressing through the material
still covering my chest.

"Oh God, Carla, strip me, make me naked now," I gasp as I break our kiss
and begin nuzzling, kissing, and licking my way along her jaw to her ear,
then along her smooth, fragrant neck and armless shoulder. She
reciprocates, we cover each other with kisses, caresses, pressing our
bodies together as best we can.

I can see Rhonda still slumped in her chair, one hand inside her bra, the
other slowly stroking through the mass of black hair visible between her
thighs as Carla bends down and begins fumbling with the bow knot securing
the drawstring on my sack. Breathing deeply of her smell as I cover the top
of her head with kisses, impatient and frustrated, she at last finds the
right string. Pulling it releases the bow and allows her to loosen the top
of my sack, tugging the now gaping top down with her teeth, exposing my
shoulders.

Kissing her way back up my neck and seizing my lips with hers, Carla kisses
me long and deep, holding me tightly with her legs, pressing me back onto
the pillow, the both of us grinding our hips in search of the touch of one
another. Her tongue probes and searches the cavities of my mouth, twining
with mine, then retreating, inviting invasion, which I pursue desperately.

Turning my head from side to side, I try to escape her hungry mouth; her
lips and tongue follow and cover me, smother me with her love, our faces
are flushed, wet and slick. I break free long enough for breath, then
hoarse with lust I gasp, "Oh my Carla, please stop," panting "wait!... Oh
God, you have got me so hot, please let me go, I want us to be naked"

Sitting up straight and looking at me with wide, blue eyes she exclaims,
"Oh Paul, how can I do anything... I'm, I'm... a cripple, a girl with no
arms at all..." this accompanied by a slow swinging of her shoulders giving
me close repeated views of her perfectly armless trunk, the hot pink scars
silent monument to her lost limbs, "...I can't even get out of my own
panties... how could I possibly help you?"

Still swinging her shoulders, she leans forward. I watch her long, hard
nipples stay rigid, but bend at the point where they spring from her
breasts as she brushes them across my chest, her breath hot on my face,
mouth open, demanding, she murmurs, "Honey? baby?... I want my baby to suck
me... please, my baby, I'll make you feel so good." Eyes unfocused in
desire, she moves closer... arching her back to offer her breasts to me.

"No honey, please, you're squashing my balls and I really want out of this
thing and we'll figure out how to get you out of your pants, then I'll do
anything you want," I said quietly, suddenly conscious of the rhythmic
motions visible in the depths of Rhonda's chair.

"OK," she says, mock downcast, starting to scoot backwards on her butt,
swaying from side to side until she can get her legs under her.

I watch her as her body sways and contorts to keep balance, her unsupported
tits swinging and bouncing. How obvious the difficulty of these simple
movements are with only two limbs. I know she fears falling without arms to
break the fall. My heart melts at the sight, loving her for her constant
caring, kindness, and unbroken spirit in spite of the cruelties she has
endured.

Then rising to her knees, she kneels quietly looking at me. "Why do I love
you so? From the first moment I saw you, I knew you would be special. Do
you know that before this happened," indicating one armless shoulder, "that
I had decided to take you home with me?" she says softly.

Leaning sideways and sliding off the pillow, I twist my torso to lie on my
back. As Carla looks on, I repeatedly arch my back and neck and begin
inching my way out of the sack Rhonda has dressed me in today. It is a
simple garment, a sack, like a pillow case with a drawstring at the top and
made of a thin flannel. With a great deal of exertion, though, I am getting
out of the thing. When my belly button emerges, I stop to rest a moment, my
journey of maybe two feet being major exercise. Being a limbless torso can
be hard.

Carla bends forward to stick her tongue in my belly button, then kisses her
way up to a nipple as I lie there panting. "You are so beautiful," I hear
her murmur. "I don't understand why you are so sexy, but just seeing you
makes me hot... and it still drives me batshit that I can't even touch
myself, much less do what I want to to you," she says tenderly, crouching
over me caressing the length of my body with her face, trailing blond hair
over me.

Inspired by this, I resume my effort to "undress" myself as Carla returns
her attention to my nipples. Her attempts to kiss and suck them are
frustrated by my struggles to get out of my "clothes." She falls on her
side trying to follow with her tongue.

"Don't go to sleep now," I said, "I can't seem to get loose," rolling my
hips back and forth, illustrating the problem my erect dick was causing.

Still lying on one side, she extends one foot and fumbles with the sack,
exciting me all over again. I find myself staring at her breasts as she
strokes my penis with her efforts to free me.

Tiring of these futile efforts, she struggles to her knees again and,
bending low, uses her mouth to lift the top of the sack over my dick.
Bending low so I could feel her breath on it, she says to my dick, "Thank
you, ladies and gentlemen," and covers the head with a slow, gentle and wet
kiss, then licking and sucking on just the head, until I begin squirming
and attempting to thrust more of it into her mouth. She is kneeling beside
me now, bent low and rocking back and forth as she repeatedly takes almost
my entire length into her mouth then withdraws back to the head. She is so
beautiful! I quickly lose it. Squirming and moaning with frustration, I beg
her to do it harder, faster, as I attempt to move close enough to touch, to
caress my love... but...

Suddenly rising and smiling lovingly, Carla takes the end of the sack in
her teeth and begins walking backwards on her knees. Still excited, I have
a flash of jealousy as I see Rhonda, masturbating frenziedly, watch Carla
back toward her, her ass lifted high, and her legs spread wide.

Curling forward to lift my butt from the bed, the sack slips loose, and my
lovely Carla loses her balance and does a slow motion slide off the end of
the bed.

First sitting up, then using the bed as support, she gets her legs under
her and rises to her feet and says haughtily, "Are you laughing at me or
doing an imitation of a flagpole in an earthquake?"

After escaping from my sack, my head is almost hanging off the end of the
bed. I watch Carla approach, upside down, until one thigh touches my head.
Her panties are wet between her legs, and they have begun to creep down
from her exertions. I let her smell envelop me again as I examine the fine
blond hairs on her thigh, each curling from its own tiny mound, and search
the leg-edges of her underwear for clues to the pussy within.

"What now?" she says, spreading her legs a little more and swinging her
shoulders because she knows I like the view and because she is more than a
little horny and frustrated. "How about if I sit down?" which she does.

I lovingly grasp her woman-soft rump and thigh with my right shoulder and
face, inhaling her fragrance for a long moment, then kisses along her
thigh, but no luck in my attempts to grasp her pants with my teeth as the
elastic at leg and waist dimpled into her flesh. "These are too tight this
way, get up... no, wait... help me roll over without breaking my dick," I
said, continuing to kiss and caress her hip and thigh with my face as I
squirm around to lie on my right side, wishing to hell I had something more
to hold her with.

Scooting back on the bed, she swings her right leg over my head, catching
my hip with the heel of her foot, and lets me down gently while I squirm
around getting my erect member properly stowed.

"Thank you," I said, never once during this procedure taking my eyes off
Carla's wide-spread, but still covered, crotch.

"Please get these things off me, I can't do it by myself and I want you
inside of me now!" said Carla.

Playing with myself by grinding my dick into the mattress, I tell her to
kneel beside the bed and stick her ass in my face. Rhonda is standing by
the chair, completely naked now, still masturbating.

It was easy to grasp the elastic in the gap afforded by her emerging crack
with my teeth. "Ow ssanduh," I said with a mouth full of Carla's panties,
but she understood and lifted her ass to pull them almost completely off
her butt.

Turning to face me still on her knees, body again swaying and undulating, I
hear a plaintive, silent "Please hurry," and I wonder if it is Carla or
Rhonda speaking.

Working quickly, first one side then the other, but taking a moment to
investigate her emerging mound, first discovering her sparse, light brown
pubic hair, a soft cloud over the darker skin of her pubes and then the
ragged, gaping lips of her vagina.

Standing with her pants around her knees, Carla almost falls getting them
all the way off, hopping with frustration and excitement, but we are both
finally naked.

I try to roll onto my back again, but find that I cannot with my head
hanging off the bed - no traction - and my efforts threaten to send me over
the edge. "Carla," I say, "can you help me get back on the bed?"

She stands by the bed so I can push against her legs with my head, and I
manage to squirm and inch my way backwards, then rolling over twice and
twisting my torso around, I end up on my back near the center of the bed
again. Carla has followed and flops down next to me, it being difficult to
lie down gracefully without arms.

Lying on her side facing me, she caresses me with her foot. Quickly turning
on my side to face her, she draws me to her and I gasp as my penis presses
the naked flesh of her incredibly soft belly. Both of us gasping for breath
and making small noises in frustrated arousal, we struggle to press our
bodies together, attempting to melt into one another as our lips meet again
in passion, locking us together.

Breaking our kiss, Carla begins inching her body up, whispering, "Oh baby,
baby, play with my tits, please, I want to suckle my little baby," and
arching her back to present her breasts.

I squirm and twist, trying to reach her breasts with my lips and tongue,
but my struggles are futile. Carla, pushing with her legs, positions her
breasts before me, crooning, "See, I told you I'd take care of you, aren't
these what you want, honey?"

Still lying facing one another, she sighs loudly as I take long, hard
nipple in my mouth along with as much of that liquid-soft breast as I can
encompass. Sucking and using my tongue and teeth to play with her nipple, I
caress her other breast with my shoulder, tremoring as I feel the hardness
of her other nipple along the pale purple scar there.

Tenderly, to the top of my head, Carla talks as I continue sucking and
licking her breasts, caressing them with my shoulder and face. "Oh darling,
do you remember the first time I took you into my arms, back when I had
arms?" She went on: "I wanted to hold you in my lap. I told you it was so
we could share a drink without making a big mess, but I was lying. You were
the sexiest thing I had ever seen, and I couldn't keep my hands off you."

Sandwiching my throbbing penis between her thighs, she rubs them together,
and I respond with the feeble pelvic thrusts I am capable of. I writhe my
torso to caress my love the only way I can, groaning with frustrated lust.

"When I held you, I knew you were the one I had always wanted," she
continued telling her favorite story, getting hotter as she talked,
starting to move her hips. "You were so small and helpless, but still a
man, and I could tell you liked me when I felt you hard on my thigh. I'm so
glad we had that night together, while I could still hold you and take care
of you."

Groaning, breath coming hot and sharp, she wriggles her torso, trying to
get closer, and whispers desperately into my ear, "I want you... I want my
baby to suck on my breasts and lick my pussy and fuck me with his big, hard
dick and get me pregnant, then I'll have our baby and give you both real
milk to drink, all you want from my breasts."

Rolling me onto my back, Carla sits up, then awkwardly scoots around to
lean back against the large play pillow propped against the headboard.
Throwing her leg over my head, she says, "Come to me my baby, my pussy is
so hot, and I can't reach it, oh please help me feel good!"

Turning over, I begin inching my way toward Carla's gaping vagina, hampered
by my erection, but encouraged by her feet as she caresses my back and
shoulders, allowing me to shower them with kisses and love bites.

She scoots forward a little on her bottom, her legs on either side of me
know, my entire horizon her thighs and pussy that I continued to struggle
to reach. "I have to kiss you between your legs, I have to taste your pussy
- please let me touch you there," I beg softly, insensibly.

I began to kiss and lick her inner thigh as I get close enough, rubbing my
face in her smells as I squirm that extra inch to be rewarded with my first
taste of her hot, wet pussy. I kiss her belly, I run my tongue the length
of her slit, then repeatedly probe its depths.

"Oh God, you feel so good, just suck on that little bump!" To emphasize her
command, she thrusts with her hips, shaking her shoulders in frustration.

Quickly locating the hard little nub among her liquid tissues, I pay all my
attention to it, licking it, then sucking and pulling with my lips as Carla
grips me harder and harder with her legs, thrusting her crotch into my
willing mouth... reaching hip-squirming frenzy, keening. "Oh Paul, oh my
baby, look what we are doing."

She groaned and arched her back when I circled her pussy with my tongue,
tracing the edges of its swollen lips, then reaching as deep as I could
with my tongue, I covered my face with her love juices.

"My baby, I have to have you in me now," she moaned and scooted back, and
untangling me from her pussy, again lay down next to me as I rolled on my
side to face her. Inching close, kissing deeply through the wonderful smell
of her pussy juice, Carla pulls me to her with her leg, my dick between her
thighs...

"Move down a little more," I gasp, trying to find her vagina with my dick,
I feel it rubbing ineffectually at her crotch, not finding entry. "I can't
get in you."

Carla's hips and questing legs move more insistently now. Our mouths locked
in deep, probing passion, I become unable to control the jerking rhythm of
my torso, driven by desire and frustration, my penis continues to probe and
explore between her legs, searching desperately for the hot depths of my
love's vagina. We are both soon gasping from the effort, whimpering with
frustration at being unable, after so long and so much desire to consummate
our love.

I start as I feel the bed move, then Rhonda is behind me, sliding one arm
under us, her soft, fragrant body pressing me against Carla, embracing us
both. "I can help you, let me help, let me love with you," breathes Rhonda,
her voice thick with lust, caressing us both. I feel her hand trail down my
body, linger on my ass; then she is stroking my balls and dick, and I do
not say no to her continuing, graphic entreaties.

When Carla stiffens and gasps, I know Rhonda's hand is also exploring her
pussy, and she too makes no objection - both of us are still in desperate
heat for each other - then we are kissing and rubbing our bodies together
again in even greater urgency, making small noises from the pleasure of
being held so close at long last.

Rhonda finally takes my penis in her small hand and guides it quickly into
Carla. I am awed by the enormity of it at last, completely enveloped by
her, my penis slides magically in her hot vagina, feeling her clutch me
with it in the rhythm of our coupling. Holding onto Carla and twining their
legs, Rhonda begins to augment my helpless attempts to copulate, kissing my
ears, neck, and shoulders while, like Carla, she moves her hips in a
driving sexual rhythm.

Sandwiched between the two women, my tongue in Carla's mouth and my dick in
her cunt, I am completely helpless, encased in fragrant, frenzied feminine
hunger; fondled by Rhonda and driven by her thrusting hips, I am her dildo,
she uses me to fuck Carla. Soft moans rising to guttural animal sounds;
lips, tongues, and teeth frantically entwining, moving, loving; my shaft
driven repeatedly to its base in Carla's pussy, we come in a writhing mass
of sweaty, slippery bodies.

Carla and I subside into one another, lips barely touching, our breathing
slowing, relaxing. I feel Rhonda withdrawing, rolling over behind me. The
bed begins to shake imperceptibly and Carla lifts her head to peer over me.
"Rhonda?" she begins, then is silent.

When she doesn't answer, I turn to look and my dick, now softening, slips
out of Carla. I see that Rhonda is masturbating again, rolling onto her
back and drawing up her knees, Rhonda uses both hands, her fingers
disappearing into her black brush, rubbing hard. She smiled, arched her
back, and spread her legs wide when she saw us watching. Leisurely reaching
for me, she began fondling my half-masted prick still wet with Carla's
juices. Lacking even a stump with which to resist Rhonda's attentions, and
unable to escape from her insistent touch with my ineffectual squirming, my
dick begins to throb and stiffen. I try to tell Rhonda no, not now - not
here with Carla watching, but she only draws me close and begins stroking
my limbless torso with her breasts. Fully erect now, and obviously unable
to control my reactions to Rhonda, I look pleadingly at Carla for
understanding.

Rolling onto her back, Carla attempts to push Rhonda away from me with her
feet. Rhonda, laughing, easily grabs her ankles and stands, pulling Carla
off the bed. It is pitifully easy for her to control Carla; quickly
retrieving a Velcro strip she binds her ankles. Then leaving Carla helpless
on the floor, Rhonda pulls a dog collar and leash out of the vanity. After
putting the collar on Carla and attaching the leash to the bed frame,
Rhonda stands back, and playing with herself again, surveys us both for a
long moment. Carla struggles to sit up, hindered by her lack of arms and
her bound ankles. She can sit up and watch us, but cannot reach the bed.

"Now I'll show your girlfriend what you are good for... Sorry Carla, but
he's just too cute to pass up, completely armless and legless and
completely helpless! Wow! I almost cum just thinking about how I can do
anything I want to him, anything. Maybe then you and I will do some new
things."

It is possible to rape a man, I think as Rhonda reaches for me...


Location: Y-Gr Amputee-story1
Folder: Files > Grendel stories
File: Rec Room.rtf
Posted by: zigadenus_apg98
Text: Rhonda and armless Carla tenderly frolic with a limbless guy
Date: Sep 30, 2006