3 comments/ 6229 views/ 5 favorites Wheelchair Accesiblity By: Ldy_Sea Authors Notes This story began as a role play in Lit's forums between the author and Caron4Flash. I wrote the young woman, Caron4Flash wrote the wheelchair bound man. This story contains heterosexual intercourse. If you don't like this, then please find another story more to your liking. Votes and comments are always appreciated. Disclaimers All characters who witness, participate, or encourage sexual encounters are at least 18 years old. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental As always, this story is ©2015 by Ldy_Sea and Caron4Flash. All Rights Reserved. Happy Orgasms. ++++++++++ Donna was happy to be home from work. "Another day another fifty cents after taxes", she muttered under her breath." She took out her keys and began to open the outside door to her apartment building. As she pulled the outer door open, she saw her neighbor, the one in the wheelchair coming down the block from where ever he spent his days. She decided to wait for him, and to hold the door knowing it was difficult for him to pull it open. Donna patiently waited for him to cruise up to the door and into the foyer. As they both stopped to check their mailboxes, Donna glanced sideways at him. He wasn't an unattractive man, but his condition, and the wheelchair, had kept her from getting to know him. For some reason she decided to change that right now. "So how was your day neighbor?" she asked smiling at him as she closed her mailbox, dropping all the political ads into the nearby trashcan. Jerome was arriving home from work. He worked in the accounts receivable department at his father's investment firm, even though his degree was in sociology, but what the hell a paycheck is a paycheck. Jerome was depressed because a gal at work had rejected him for a date. This was not uncommon, because of his disability, most females look at him as either a friend, or brother, or someone they can take care of and mother. Very few ever consider getting romantically involved with him, and of the few that do most are devotees, more interested in his condition than in him. As he rolled down the street in his depressive funk, he saw Donna standing by the door, waiting for him. His mood instantly brightened. Donna was a very pleasant lady and always smiled at him when they passed in the halls. When she asked about his day, Jerome decided to take a shot. Pulling out his iPad, he replied using the voice app, and said "Fine, thanks for asking. Would you like to join me for dinner tonight. I don't want to go out, but really don't want to be alone either. We could get to know each other better." The words made Donna freeze. "Tonight, come over, I...I...don't know..." Jerome knew that Donna was interested, mainly because she was kind enough to wait for him to respond. Most people got irritated when he took so long to answer even the simplest of questions. He typed on his iPad and pressed speak, "Come on, I have seen the way you have smiled at me. You know that you are interested. Give me a shot." "NO!" She exclaimed when the iPad fell silent. Seeing his face at her harsh response she realized she needed to clarify her meaning. "You misunderstood. I was always taught that it's rude to visit someone empty handed. I don't think I have anything I can bring over, but I can run to the store. What time should I be there?" Jerome's iPad said, "Don't worry about it. Just you is fine, How's 7ish?" "I'll be there, with something." She smiles at him and starts up the stairs. Jerome rolled into his apartment, and dressed himself in a nice button down shirt, leaving the first two buttons open, and slipped into a comfortable pair of jeans. Putting The Very Best of The Eagles on his sound system, he went into the kitchen humming along. Pulling a tray of frozen Lasagna out of his freezer, he put it in the oven and set some sparkling grape juice out, since he didn't drink. Setting the table, using his good china, and cloth napkins, he even set put two new candles and lit them, while he waited for Donna to knock on his door. Donna went to her apartment, and dropped her stuff. She stripped off her work clothes, and standing in front of a full length mirror, she looked in her closet for something to wear. Shaking her head she was annoyed at her wardrobe. 'Way too many work outfits, not enough casual outfits.' she thought to herself grimacing as she tried to figure out what to wear to dinner with a cute neighbor. Settling on a pair of jean shorts that framed her ass just so, and left her long legs showing, she put on a her favorite cowboy boots. Then she pulled on a pink spaghetti strap top with a white button down blouse over it. Tying the ends of the white blouse just under her breasts, to lift them and expose a bit more cleavage, she smiled at her reflection, debating on wearing her cowboy hat. She decided to let her long wavy locks hang free, and grabbing her keys and wallet, she headed out to the local baker, where she bought a fresh dutch apple pie and then stopped at the grocer to get some ice cream and cool whip. She was three minutes late when she knocked on Jerome's door. Jerome pulled open his door and looked her over not believing how sexy she looked in her outfit. "You look amazing" the iPad said as Jerome stared at her legs from the boots which were a turn on for him to the hem of her shorts. Quickly finding his manners, he took the desert fixings from her and gestured for her to follow him into the dining room. He was really curious to know what she thought about him setting the table and cooking dinner for them without help. Donna stepped into the apartment and looked around. "Did you do all this yourself. Wow I didn't know that you were able too... er uhhh I mean that... that is..." Her face turned red when she realized that she sounded like she was talking to a small child. "I always thought maybe you had some help, but you did all this yourself. It's very nice." she said hoping she didn't sound as condescending as she felt saying it. Taking a deep breath, she looked at him "Lasagna? Home made or delivery?" she asked wondering how he knew it was one of her favorite foods. It's Stoffer's, Jerome admitted on his iPad. Shall we sit down to eat? "Well... if it's Stouffers, it's got to be good." She giggles at her joke, then says "I'm guessing it's ready to eat huh?" Jerome didn't say anything during dinner. He was focused on staying neat. He didn't want to look like a uncoordinated slob, in front of her. However, he did keep thinking of Donna's legs and the Cowboy boots. He remembered when he saw her go out in those boots one night. She had looked so damn sexy, he had to masturbate as he watched her walk down the street. When the lasagna was mostly gone, Jerome got out his iPad and it asked "Any questions for me?" "Well I don't want to sound rude, but I can't think of another way to put this. What is wrong with you?" She asked kindly. "Nothing is wrong with me. I am healthy as a horse. I do have a condition called cerebral palsy that affects my legs, joints, and speech. I do have help a few mornings a week to help with some tasks I have trouble doing. Showering and certain housework. Otherwise, I am pretty independent. Any more questions for me?" He asked not taking offense at the phrasing of her question. "So all your body functions...function? Is there any treatment or way to minimize or reverse the effects or how it affects you?" "I did have some therapy when I was young, but there's really no treatment." he replies. "What do you mean by function?" "Do you need any medical devices or help with biological functions. Like in the bathroom, or...bedroom?" Her face flushes red, and she turns her face away embarrassed by asking something she often wondered about. "I do need help in the bathroom when I need to eliminate solids, which I do every other day. As for the bedroom" his face flushes when he hears the iPad say what he typed "...I don't have much experience. I have the normal desires like every other male, but I have never experienced anything more than a pity blow job from my step sister on my 18th birthday and one time at a concert from a stoned chick who thought it would be cool to blow the cripple." Donna could see the anger and contempt he had for this woman who used him for her own selfish reasons. "Wow, really? Okay umm wow. That's...wow." She had no idea what to say to him, she cold tell he didn't want to be pitied, and honestly he didn't pity him, she pitied the girl who never got to know Jerome as a person. 'Her loss my gain' she thought smugly to herself. Enjoying their conversation, she asked "When were you diagnosed? How long have you been in the chair?" leaning forward exposing a bit more of her cleavage to his gaze. "I was born with cerebral palsy, and started needing the chair in elementary school." he stated matter of factly without the rancor some people have at being forced to live in a wheel chair. "I can tell there is something you are really curious about. What is it?" The iPad asks. "I'm just trying to get to know you. We've been neighbors for years, and really don't know each other that well. So you've been in the wheelchair since you were a kid? That must have made going to school painful for you? Hell, I had braces in 7th grade, and cried myself to sleep every night because of the teasing. I can't imagine what you went through." Donna says to him trying to empathize with him. Smiling, Jerome admitted "It took me 14 years to get through college, mainly because several professors didn't know how to deal with me." Donna nods in sympathy, suddenly realizing she was interrogating Jerome without offering anything of herself in return. Sitting up a bit straighter, she asks "Am I being rude interrogating you about your life without talking about mine? Do you have questions for me?" Jerome figured to the bold goes the victory, and quickly typed on his iPad, and hesitating a moment I fear, he took a deep breath and hit speak, "Are you dating anyone? If you are not, would you like to date me?" "Well there's this one guy I hook up with on occasion, but it's somewhere between booty call and friends with bennies. We definitely aren't serious, and to be honest I'm getting a bit tired of him. So no, I'm not dating anyone. As for dating you, you'll just have to ask me to find out." "Can you at least tell me if you think I am attractive, or if you have ever thought of me sexually?" "Since you answered so many of my questions, most of which we're very personal, I guess I really don't have the right to not answer your questions." She paused to take a breath. "You're not exactly unpleasant to look at." She said winking him, "As for how I thought about you... I must admit, I've often wondered if you could enjoy life's carnal pleasures, but I never really pictured us sharing bodily fluids...until tonight." Jerome smiled at her admission and wondered how far she would go on a first date. He unbuttoned one more button on his shirt, and said, "I can please you like any other man, if you give me a chance." Her eyes widened at the turn of events, Donna found herself actually considering taking him up on his offer. She had planned on calling her part time lover tonight to de-stress, but his offer somehow sounded more fun. "Well should we have our dessert, or would you like some warm apple pie and cold ice cream topped with some cool whip?" She asked teasing him a little. Jerome looked at her and with a smile said "define dessert?" Walking over to his bookcase, she pulls out Websters abridged dictionary and thumbs through it. Finding the entry she was looking for, she walks over to Jerome and puts the book in front of him, pointing to: des•sert /dəˈzərt/ noun the sweet course eaten at the end of a meal. His body was shaking in laughter as he used his iPad to say "Very funny! You know what I mean." Rolling away from the table he took a gamble and very obviously unzipped his pants. "Well I guess it would be an interesting experience, to take a grown mans virginity in a wheelchair." She says standing up and untying the white blouse and letting it waft its way down to the floor. With just the pink tank top covering her breasts, she walks over to him and sits on his lap. "Can you take this off, or should I do it for you?" Jerome was shocked at how forward Donna was being with him. He had expected maybe a kiss on his cheek and maybe a second date. He had hoped for a hand job, but this was...unexpected, but wonderful. He loved feeling Donna on his lap, but he got a bit nervous. Reaching for his iPad, he typed quickly, "I was only kidding. We don not have to do this. I might not be able to please you." "There's only one way to find out." Donna said and plastered her mouth against his her tongue gently probing into his mouth. Jerome let her tongue take the lead since he had limited tongue movement. He loved how soft and moist her lips were. As they kissed, she pulled her top up exposing her breasts. Breaking the kiss Donna finished removing her shirt, and Jerome began to nibble on one of her beautiful tits. His lips felt good on her tits. She hadn't realized how horny she really was. It had been a few weeks since she had been with a man, and her need had been building. She needed this, probably more than he did. As Jerome explored her breasts, she used one arm to push herself up off his lap, and with her other hand she opened her shorts and pushed them down her legs and worked them over her boots and kicked them off. Completely naked now, she was about to lower herself back onto Jerome as she saw he was sliding his pants down his legs. She held herself up letting him undress himself, determined to let him do everything he could by himself and to only help if he asked. Once his pants were around his knees, Donna lowered herself onto his lap, and started rubbing her damp pussy on his hardening shaft. Jerome sucked in his breath when he saw her naked. She looked so beautiful, just inches away from him wearing only a pair of boots. Jerome was more than ready for this to happen, but he was worried. He knew he wasn't that large, and he hoped she wouldn't be disappointed. He really wanted to please her. "Let us go to my bedroom" the iPad intoned, as Donna rubbed herself on him. "What's wrong with right here?" Donna asks sliding her body back closer to him. His cock springs up between her legs and she takes it in her hand, happy to see he was already pretty hard. Pushing up with her legs, she lowered herself onto his shaft. Laying her hands on his knees, she began slide up and down on his cock pausing occasionally to gyrate around in circles moaning in pleasure at being filled with hard dick. As his dick got harder, and she got wetter she started bouncing faster and getting into a good rhythm. Grabbing his hands she put them on her breasts and held them there. Jerome wanted to go in his bedroom, for a reason, but with his shaft buried in a sexy lady's pussy for the first time in his life, he didn't have any complaints. The feeling of her wet warm tight pussy enveloping his cock was amazing. It was even better than what he imagined when he stroked himself that night watching her walk down the street in her oh so sexy boots. He just hoped and prayed that he would last long enough to give her as much pleasure as she had already given him. A light sheen of sweat started to form on her body as she said "Oh God baby I can't wait til you fill my wet cunt with your cum" Jerome freed one of his hands from where she had it trapped against her breasts and signaled that he wanted her to turn around. Donna stood up letting his shiny hard dick slip out of her body. Turning around she worked her legs into the wheelchair, and took his shaft back into her. Putting her hands onto the armrests she used them to lift herself up and then ease back down. Pulling his head to her right breast she fed her nipple to him. He was so excited, he swore he could taste some milk from it. Jerome was loving Donna's take control attitude, and how she forced him to suck her tits. He was getting close and he was fighting to hold his impending ejaculation back. Reluctantly he pulled his mouth off her nipple and puckered his lips hoping she would get the message. Donna leaned down and put her lips against his, biting his lower lip as she felt him start to quiver inside her. Jerome moaned as his cock exploded inside her, his cum blasting free of his dick and flooding into her. When his orgasm, ended, Jerome wondered how it felt when a man shot his load int o a woman. Donna released his lip, and using the muscles in her pussy she milked every drop of cum out of him. When she had caught her breath, she looks Jerome in the eyes "Well that was fast." she said to him. Jerome's face fell when he heard her words, and he turned his head away from her. It took Donna a few seconds to realize what she had said. "Dammit I did it again!" Grabbing his face in her hands she forced him to look at her. "Oh Jerome," she says kissing him. I didn't mean it like that. I only meant that we went from 'have dinner with me' to 'fill me with your cum' a bit fast. Faster than I usually do. It's kinda making me feel a bit uncomfortable." She admits to him. Jerome grabs the iPad, "Sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I could have told you to stop. I am the only one to blame here. I have been lusting for you since I first saw you when you moved in." Standing up, she grabbed a blanket off the back of a chair, and wrapped herself in it. "I'm not blaming you. I'm a big girl. I could've said no. I was the one who took my clothes off. You have nothing to feel bad about. It's just that I've never acted like such a slut, especially with a guy I really like. I don't know what came over me." She shook her head, "We barely know each, hell we just started to try and be friends, and we did that." She sits down and crosses her legs. "I really hate to be a cliche, but I really do want you to respect me, especially if there's something between us, because I don't want to just be a booty calls or friends with bennies. I want a relationship." On his iPad, Jerome said, "I never thought of you as a slut. What we did tonight was the best gift anyone has ever given me. There are no words to adequately express how I appreciate what you did for me. You seem to need something in your life, and I think I can fill that need. I know you will fill the emptiness in mine." She smiles at his words. Taking a deep breath she tosses off the blanket, exposing her sweaty naked body, and says "Well I guess in for a penny in for a pound. I believe you said something about a bedroom earlier?" "Wait a minute. What do you mean by that?" He asks puzzled. "I mean, where is your bedroom? The wheelchair was fun, but it was too confining to really have fun. A bed would be more fun for round two." she replies to his question. "No I mean, A penny for a pound? What's that mean? Aren't you selling yourself...or me short?" he asks. Donna looks at him surprised that he was unfamiliar with the common expression. "Dude it's an idiom. Do you really want to discuss English slang or would you prefer to take me to bed?" she asks smiling at him." "Well if those are my choices, I want to take you to bed." Jerome says. "And where is the bedroom?" Donna asked again. Jerome made a follow me gesture, and rolled to his bedroom. He was concerned about the décor since his room looked like a teenagers with all the sports posters and memorabilia, all kinds of stuff men his age had outgrown. But he never expected to have a woman in his bed, so he never felt the need to change the look. Wheelchair Accesiblity Gesturing with his hands he told Donna to lay down in his bed. Once she had done so, he transferred himself to the bed from his chair. Grabbing the headboard, he raised his body above hers. Using the specially designed headboard, he was able to guide himself into her, and began to fiercely thrust into her. Donna groaned in pleasure and wrapped her legs around his back, welcoming him into her. He was going all out thrusting into her encouraged by her moans and gasps as she met his thrust with her own. "Fuck me real good baby. Bang me hard and make me cum." Donna gasped out as their groins lewdly slapped together. Jerome slammed his hips into Donna as hard as he could, wanting to prove he was as good a lover as anyone she'd had before. He needed to show her he was a man. All man. Pausing for a moment to make sure he wasn't hurting Donna, he looked at her, her breasts heaving, sweat glistening, and eyes begging him to continue his assault on her cunt. Donna began rocking and gyrating her hips, determined to get there first this time. Her hands grabbed the sheets and she watched his face as he relentlessly pumped into her, both of them savoring every thrust. Jerome resumed his pummeling of her pussy while Donna held his shoulder with one hand giving him some support, with the other she was rubbing her clit like mad. Jerome was thinking that she was upset about not getting to cum during their first session. 'My God, I'm gonna make her cum in my fucking bed, if it kills me' he thought to himself while drilling her hard! Donna was moaning and panting in pleasure from the rough fucking she was getting. Donna couldn't believe this was the same man who was so passive their first time. She enjoyed their love making, but this...this was pure fucking. Bodies slamming together, lewd sounds of skin slapping skin, fluids squishing around, and grunts and moans filled the room. Hearing her moans of pleasure, only served to make Jerome grow thicker and harder in Donna's twat. He moaned in delight, as he felt a spasm building. Despite that, he kept going full force, drilling his cock into her. "OHH baby so good, so fucking good. Pound my wet twat. fuck me silly." Donna moaned encouraging him as she got close to her first climax of the evening. Jerome's spams grew worse, but he wanted nay he needed to continue. Donna pulled her hand from her clit, and supported him with both hands so he could fuck her with even more vigor. Her pussy tightened on his wet slick cock. "Yes baby, drive that monster into me. Fill me with your cum." She starts to breathe heavy and she shudders each time a drop of sweat falls off his body and lands on her. He could tell she was close, he was actually going to make a woman cum. Just the thought that he could do that sent a surge of pride through him. His legs starts to shake with his ongoing efforts, but he refused to stop, to give in to his body's weakness. 'Keep fucking going Jerome,' he thought to himself. Donna's hand returned to her clit when she sensed that Jerome was close to finishing for a second time. "So good baby, so fucking good," she moaned as she frigged herself trying to cum with him. Jerome's legs were shaking uncontrollably and his cock started to twitch inside her, as he was trying to hold himself back until Donna got her release. Her eyes fluttered closed as the beginnings of her orgasm flowed through her body. Waves of pleasure emanated from the core of her being, driving her climax ever closer. As her orgasm washed over her, making her thrash around, he collapsed on top of her when he began to spray streams of cum deep into her. As his cock emptied it's cum into her body, spasms pushed Donna over the edge, into a tidal wave of pleasure. Her body shuddered, as her climax took control and she lost herself in convulsions. Jerome was very pleased with himself and wondered if she was still uncertain about dating him, or if she had changed her mind. After her climax subsided, she felt drained and spent. She just lay there next to Jerome, and rested her head on his chest. Her breasts were pressed into his side, and she let herself drift off to sleep, the future of their relationship uncertain, but for now she was sated.