Part 2

"Norman, Thanks again for writing....."

And so goes the story. Over a period of days, she became so 
used to her cast and they began to exchange emails between 
each other. She would sometimes write of her life, 
relationships, work,  hopes and her fascination with her cast 
and crutches. He wanted to know all the details about her days 
in the cast using crutches full time

He would write about his life, his past relationships, and his 
own 
private hopes and dreams that he rarely shared with anyone.

He was the one to break the silence by calling her one night at 
home. It took her some time to get to the phone on her crutches. 

The conversation that night flowed so easily. It was as though 
they had known each for years, separated in childhood. In a 
short period of time, the almost daily calls became daily calls 
and then two or three times a day.

 They spoke candidly of what turned them on. Norman loved to 
see a woman in a leg cast using crutches.  Norman learned that 
Stephanie often taped her lower leg with elastic bandages while 
writing her stories. She didn't have to do that right now with 
this plaster cast covering her leg. 

The chemistry between them was electric. Neither of them had 
ever experienced what was taking place before them. Their 
main hindrances to actually meeting was the fact that they were 
separated by many many  miles and both were married. 

One night during a particularly "stimulating" conversation, 
Stephanie lay in bed while she talked to Norman. Her mind 
drifted off to thoughts of how sensual Norman's soft hands 
would feel on her naked body while he picked her up. So 
careful with her broken leg . He loved to feel the plaster on his 
fingers.

She couldn't stop herself from sliding her hand all over the cast. 
Then between her legs and let her fingers do what he said he'd 
do if he were there with her. She told him she was 
slowly tracing her fingers across her stomach. That her 
fingertips danced ever so softly against the edge f her plaster 
cast. He heard her breathing increase and her moaning when 
she moved her broken leg.

She was still feeling some pain and she would for quite some 
time. 

He closed his eyes, envisioning her naked with that beautiful 
cast touching her sex. His body ached for hers. 

Of course, it wasn't just a one-way street. Knowing that 
Stephanie was on the other side of the line, making love to 
herself with her hands was more than Norman could handle. 

He began to rub his stiff rod through his jeans as he listened to 
Stephanie softly moan and breathe in his ear. His cock strained 
against the confines of his denim jeans. 

"Stephanie," he said in a husky voice, "I want you to tell me 
how it feels to masturbate while in your cast."

 "Oh god  Norman, I feel so good in my  cast and wet and... I 
want to cum. I need to cum." she whispered in shaky voice. 

 Her head tossed back and forth on her pillow. Lifting her 
broken leg just a few inches off the bed.

Norman listened to the moans she was sending through the 
phone line. He could picture her with her broken leg, her long 
and heavy cast looking so inviting. He listened, as her 
breathing became short gasps. 

He imagined her naked, crutching towards him. Her long cast 
ahead of her, smiling. Her breast compress between the 
crutches. Norman looked down at his cock as continued to 
stroke it and noticed how hard and swollen he was. 

"Norman. I can't hold off much longer. Tell me what you 
would do if you were here with me right now, your broken 
lover" she pleaded into the phone.

"Stephanie," he continued, "imagine me in between your 
thighs. Your broken leg on my shoulder. Imagine me rubbing 
your plaster cast while I work my way slowly up your inner 
thigh, to the folds where your cast almost meet your 
womanhood."

"Oh God!" she whimpered into the phone. Her back arched off 
the bed and her hips began to rotate. Her thoughts raced with 
all the images of her accident flooded her mind.

That was all she needed. After years of writing about the 
pleasure of being casted, a giant fireball welled up inside and 
rolled deep from within, pulsing. She was engulfed in the 
flames of ecstasy. 

"Norman, I'm, I'm cu-cu-cummming!" into his ear. 

Never in his life had Norman ever heard something so 
powerful, so raw. His balls tightened the way they do just 
before he starts to go over the edge. The first shot landed 
around his nipples, the next shot a few inches shy of the first, 
then a seeping trail led back to his spent member. 


Part 3 to come