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Amy(儿麻)
Amy pushed her wheelchair up to the driver's door and used the remote to unlock it. She opened the door and moved her wheelchair up to the car seat and locked the wheels. She undid the belt that passed over her left shoulder, between her breasts and fastened to the right side back support just under her right arm and the belt around the calves of her legs. She used her right hand and took hold of her very atrophied, soft, flaccid calf and moved her leg up to the floorboard. Using her left hand she did the same thing with her left leg. She always had hold of something on her chair so she did not fall out. She then put one hand on the car seat and the other on the seat of her chair and lifted her butt part way into the car. As she got most of herself on to the car seat she moved her left hand to the right wheel of her chair and the right grabbed hold of the arm rest and she lifted and moved the rest of the way on to the seat.
She had great upper body strength and moved her 5'2", 100 pound body easily. She pulled her seat belt across her lap and good sized breasts and buckled it so she would not fall out of the car. Amy had polio as a baby and was totally paralyzed from just below her rib cage down. She reached out and grabbed the wheelchair and removed the wheels one at a time and placed them behind the passenger seat. The then lifted the seat and back into the car and put it on the passenger seat. This was done effortlessly by her and she closed the door and started the car. She looked around and using the hand control that controlled the gas and brake, backed out of the parking place at the grocery story.
Amy is a lawyer and has a beautiful home on the edge of town. It is off a dead end secluded road and up a long driveway. She had the house built and it is totally accessible for someone in a wheelchair. It is not large but very comfortable with two bedrooms, each with roll in showers, a living room, an office and nice kitchen with lowered counters, sink and the usual kitchen appliances. She had a nice patio and small pool to exercise in. Amy had never stood or walked in her life and never had braces.
She made two trips and had the groceries into the kitchen, got the cold things into the ice box and headed to her bedroom to change. She removed the Velcro strap that was around her calves and the wheelchair front wheel supports to keep them from falling off the foot rests. She then transferred to her bed as it was easier to dress and undress there. Amy loved being paralyzed and showing off her legs. She wore a short skirt most of the time and shoes that did not come off of her feet easily as she moved her legs around. She had a short sleeved blouse on and removed the skirt and blouse. The skirt was split all the way up the front and had Velcro at the waist and a couple of other places to keep it closed. The blouse buttoned up the front. She undid them and lifted herself up with the trapeze bar over her bed and pulled the stuff out from under her.
Amy also wore a back brace to slow the scoliosis that was developing in her back and to help her to sit up in her wheelchair. It enclosed her chest and abdomen and came up to her 32-DD breasts, cupping them, and ended at her hips resting on the hip bones. She pulled the Velcro closures open and again lifted herself up and pulled the brace from under her. She was glad to get out of it and ran her hands over her body easing the red marks it left. She did not wear it every day nor did she wear a bra or panties. No panties made it much easier to scoot forward onto the john seat from her wheelchair. If she was going to be tied up in court or meetings she usually inserted a Foley catheter into her bladder in the morning and wore slacks and a leg bag.
Amy was a disability lawyer helping people get Social Security or workmen's comp. She had two other people that worked for her, both amputees. One gal had no legs and the other an above elbow amputation with hook prosthetic. All three of them knew each of them was a devotee. None of them were married and all were 26 years old. Lorie the leg amputee preferred women only as lovers but Jackie and Amy were bi-sexual but none of them were lovers with each other.
Amy was trying to decide if she wanted to get in the shower now or later. She ran one hand down to her pussy and felt the hair that was still there. She did not shave the whole area just her labia and around the outside and top so it did not show when she had a bikini swim suit on. She used an attachment on a beard trimmer to keep what hair was left short. Amy had very large, long, full cunt lips and her clitoris hood was very long also and most of the time her clit stuck out the end of it if she was the least bit aroused. Her breasts had no sag and were tear drop shaped. The nipples on the end were upturned and surrounded by large, puffy areolas that protruded up and out covering the whole ends of her breasts. The nipples were very large and became even larger and hard when she was aroused like she was now. She was thinking about tomorrow afternoon and evening when Keith would be there.
They had met on a disabled dating site about a month ago, his profile saying he was a devotee looking for a paraplegic. For some reason the rest of the things he had to say also peaked her interest so she answered his ad. She heard back from him right away that evening and he invited her to use the chat feature so they could talk more. She contacted him and they talked for over an hour. He lived on the other side of town and it turned out he was a lawyer also, an in house corporate one. After talking about it they did not see a conflict so kept in touch.
They finally started talking on Skype and then the phone but they had never met in person so Saturday afternoon would be the first time and Amy had invited him to her place. Keith was not crippled and she had put him off about her stuff until there were with each other in person. Amy finally got up from the bed and into her wheelchair. She used the chest belt and headed back to the kitchen staying naked. She put the rest of the stuff away and fixed a bite to eat. After she was done she went out to the pool and transferred to the lift and got into the water. She swam for over 20 minutes then got back on the lift and out of the pool. She rinsed off and got back into her wheelchair.
After she dried off she went into her office and checked her mail. She had not brought any work home this weekend. She went back to her bedroom and took a shower then got into bed. Keith called and they talked for a while, all the time Amy was either rubbing her breast or her clit. She almost came one time but stopped in time. They both said how much they were looking forward to seeing each other and then said good night. She turned off the light then pulled her legs back to her chest. They were extended fully with her feet above her head and her knees rubbing her nipples. With no muscles she could get them into almost any position. They stayed in place better that way rather than bending her knees as she used her plastic penis to get off with. Being very wet it slipped in quickly and she felt the tip pushing on her cervix. Being a para there was no movement in her lower body and only her head and arms moved around as she came.
She left the dildo in place and put her legs back down. She wondered what to wear and if she would let him see her body in the nude and would they have sex. She had not told him she had a pool and if things were going good would use that to break the ice with them having a skinny dip. She had her tubes tied several years ago so was not worried about birth control. Depending on where they did it she might or might not have him use a rubber. She had only had sex with crippled lovers and he would be her first "normal". She soon drifted off to sleep enjoying the full feeling the large plastic penis gave her.
Amy awakened in the morning and got up and had some tea and toast in the kitchen. She set about changing the bed and putting extra towels in the bath and by the bed. At lunch time she got some of the food ready and then headed back to her bedroom. She got on her bed and spread her legs. She had her head near the foot of the bed, with a pillow propping her head and back up, and had a large mirror propped on the head pillows so she could see her pussy. She dry shaved and trimmed everything good. She felt everywhere with her hand and thought it felt great. She pulled her legs to her and dry shaved them all the way up also. She got in the shower and washed everything even douching. It was much easier to shave on the bed than trying to hold her legs open on the bench in the shower and shave at the same time.
Her hair was short so just a quick brushing was all it needed. A light lipstick was all the makeup she used. She got back on the bed and worked short shorts up her legs and fastened. They were made from a thin material and she thought there might be a camel toe showing. The blouse was sleeveless and short. She only buttoned the two buttons just below her breasts. She got back in her chair and looked in the mirror. Yes if her legs were spread open a little the camel toe did show. She had a good tan and the white blouse and shorts showed it off good. Her legs were still shiny from the shave and lotion. Amy decided on no shoes. She had just gotten back to the kitchen when she heard the car in the drive and the door bell just after.
She opened the door and moved her chair back so Keith could get in. He had a bottle of wine in one hand and did a double take and said how fantastic she looked. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead. She grabbed him and pulled him down to her lips and gave him a quick one. He had shorts and a polo shirt on with loafer shoes. She led him to the kitchen and asked if the wine needed to be in the ice box and he put it in. Amy next showed him around the house and they went out on to the patio with some iced tea.
Keith sat in a chair and remarked about the pool. Amy just said she enjoyed being able to exercise in it. As they were talking she pulled her wheelchair up facing him just short of his knees and locked the scissor brakes. She knew her upper legs were just slightly spread and his were also. She could see the outline of his balls through the material of his shorts. They were quiet for a while both looking the other over. Keith finally said he thought her legs were the sexiest thing he had ever seen and could he please look at them closer. Amy said of course you can and you can even touch them if you like.
He picked one of them up at the calf and put her foot up on his knee. As he lifted it he saw the toes and foot drop pointed straight down to the ground and grinned at her. With her foot on his knee he looked at it very close and ran his hand up and down her calf and he had no trouble getting his thumb and index finger around it. Then, up her thigh on the inside, stopping just short of the leg of her shorts. He had looked up into her eyes as his hand got close and Amy grinned back at him. He remarked how smooth and soft it was and he loved how it was so flaccid in his hand. He moved her foot from his knee to between his legs and it just so happened that when her leg was straight her foot was in contact with his crotch.
Amy knew this was by chance but she did not mind at all and could feel him start to get harder. He knew she had felt him and he backed away some saying sorry. Amy said no problem right away, and that she did not mind. Each of them was looking into the eyes of the other and he slowly relaxed letting himself move back against her foot. He took hold of her toes gently and pushed them into him a little harder. After a few seconds he lifted the leg up and gently placed it back on the footrest and then lifted the other one up to the same position. This foot also did the same thing with the toes and foot pointed straight down to the floor and when he used his hands to straighten the leg out, it lacked a good two inches of reaching his hard-on.
Keith looked disappointed and confused and Amy laughed saying that leg is shorter than the other one. He said got it, but was still disappointed. Amy unlocked her chair and moved it forward until her foot made contact with him. He started using both hands to move up and down her leg, again, all the way to just below the cuff of her shorts. By now she could feel just how hard he was and that the cock head was above her toes; just how long was he anyway? He also had to reach down and adjust its position one time. He finally gently picked her leg up and put it back on the footrest and now he noticed the difference in height they were. As he straightened up he said thanks and Amy replied you're welcome and I enjoyed it as much as you did.
Keith said I am surprised you can feel all of that. Amy then told him she had polio as a baby and did not have a spinal injury. Polio only affects the muscles and not the nerve pathways. He said he understood and asked at what level. Amy pulled one side of her blouse open and put her finger at the bottom of her rib cage. And you can feel everywhere else? Amy said yes she had good feeling there and they laughed. She told him she used a urinary catheter sometimes but only for convenience. Amy said to Keith that she was very glad to be a paraplegic and enjoyed it very much. If she were to change anything, she would be more crippled. Keith was quiet for a bit then said that's good to know. She looked him in the eye and said she did have one other problem she wanted him to be aware of. If they ever had sex all she could do was lie there, she could not thrust with her hips or make any kind of movement in her lower body. She did have slight muscle strength in her vagina.
Keith said he understood and he did not consider it a problem. He asked if she had orgasms and she said oh yes but they are different from normal ones. She asked if he was disappointed she could not move her feet earlier to push into his cock. He said absolutely not, like her, he loved that she was paralyzed and hoped she understood his desires. She said for sure I do and I have the same ones, I am a devotee also. Amy told him she loved amputees and that the women in her office both were. He said he was a bit surprised but really glad she was and understood his feelings.
He had been looking her up and down as they were talking and she had been doing the same with him. Amy knew her nipples were about to bust her buttons and there must be a wet spot in the middle of her camel toe. She had seen how big and hard he had gotten and thought there was a wet spot on his shorts also. Even though they were in the shade it was still hot. Looking at him with a very serious look she said she had a question; pausing for effect she asked if he had an aversion to skinny dipping. He looked surprised at first then started laughing saying I will show you mine if you snow me yours.
Deal Amy said and asked him to help her out of her clothing. He leaned forward and unbuttoned the two straining buttons and Amy shrugged the blouse off. Keith said my God and reached out and cupped her large breasts for a few seconds. He then realized what he had done and quickly jerked them away saying sorry. Amy laughed and said it was ok, she wanted him to. She undid the Velcro on her shorts then put her hands on the wheels of her chair and lifted herself up. Keith, with a little trouble as tight as they were, pulled the shorts down and she sat back down. He pulled them down her legs and when they were off Amy pulled her knees open letting him see her cunt. After a few seconds she said your turn.
He dropped down on his heels and she removed his polo shirt and then he stood. As she put her hands on the shorts waist button he put his over hers and stopped her. He said sorry but you have caused me to be quite aroused and I hope I don't embarrass or offend you. She said no she had already noticed and thanks for the huge complement. They both laughed as he let her continue. She pulled his shorts down, all he had on, and his long, hard cock sprang lose. Her eyes got quite wide as she saw how really big it was. It had to be eight or more inches long, very thick and the head was still covered with foreskin. All she could say was wow. It was leaking precum and she ran her finger through it and then into her mouth. Looking up at him she said yum.
Keith reached down and picked her up from the chair and carried her down the steps into the pool. He had no trouble with her light weight and as they got into the water she said how good it felt to be in his arms then she kissed him full on the lips for several seconds. They swam for fifteen minutes or so. Keith remarked how good a swimmer she was and Amy said the pool is one place I can be almost normal. Then he carried her back to a lounge chair. He sat by her and dried her off then she dried him. Amy then took his hand and placed it on her big breast and as he started to massage it she pulled his head down to the other one and Keith opened his mouth and took the nipple into it sucking hard. She let him know several times how good it felt and how sensitive her breasts were.
Her hand found his hard cock and she started masturbating it pulling the foreskin back and forth letting it rub on the big head. After several minutes she pulled his cock to guide him over to sit in front of her on the lounge. She fell forward with her head landing in his lap and Amy took his cock into her mouth. She noticed right away that his balls and the shaft were shaved and that the rest of his pubic hair was probably trimmed.
It took a while for her to get much of it in and she slowly worked the head down her throat. She did not gag and could hold her breath quite long. She had pulled the foreskin back as she took it in and as she got a good part of it in her mouth and throat she started using her throat muscles on it. She had his balls in one hand and as she felt them start to pull up she moved her hand and used two fingers to push hard between his balls and anus on to his prostate and he erupted into her throat.
Keith yelled out in surprise and tried to pull away but Amy grabbed hold of his balls and held him in place as she drained him. Just after he stopped Cumming he fell back on the lounge. After Keith's breathing returned to normal he sat back up shaking his head. He said never in my life have I experienced something like that. Giving him a grin Amy said well my cunt may not be able to give you a super fuck but my mouth sure can. Keith acted like he was going to eat her but she stopped him and said lets have dinner and we can go to bed later and I will let you have your way with me. Sounds like a plan to me he said.
Keith asked if she wanted to get dressed and Amy asked him if he wanted her to and he said no. Good, cause I don't want to either if you will join me that way for dinner. Lead the way he said. He watched with great interest as she transferred from the lounge to her wheelchair. Amy pulled the chair even with the lounge, put one hand on the wheel, the other on the lounge and lifted her butt over. She then took hold of her legs at the knee and lifted them to the foot rests. The belt between her breasts was last. When she was done she pointed to his growing cock and said you like watching me don't you. Keith just grinned. She reached out and grasp his cock pulling him to her and he leaned down and they kissed. Amy felt him grow in her hand and she hoped he would last a long time when he fucked her later which was why she sucked him off so good now.
They headed into the kitchen and got dinner ready. As planned, Amy did not have a lot for him to do except just sit and watch her. She enjoyed having him watch her every move and was sure he could see just how crippled she was. Several times as she wheeled past him she stopped and kissed him. He was not bashful and cupped her full breast hefting the weight of it. Amy could feel her already very distended nipples stretching even more. She wondered if she should ask if he would like to make them lactate.
After they ate he brought the dishes to her and she got them in the dishwasher. They took their wine back out on to the patio and Amy transferred to the lounge and Keith joined her. They talked about their jobs for a while then Amy asked him if he would like to be crippled in some way. Keith said yes he had always wanted to be some kind of amputee but was not sure which or how many limbs. He asked if that surprised her or made her uncomfortable. Amy said absolutely not, she thought he would be very sexy that way. He asked what she thought he should remove. Amy said there were advantages to all of them; leg or legs at the hip would make getting to his cock easier or him deeper in her.
If a hand were gone one of the arm bones could be left to fuck her with. The hooks on an arm prosthesis would feel fantastic latched on to her nipple and I think prosthetic arms are VERY sexy to look at. Keith turned on his side and took her in his arms saying you have thought about this before haven't you. Amy said yes, her last lover was an amputee. Male or female he asked. Amy paused for a few seconds looking into his eye and then said female. Keith immediately smiled and said he wished he had been a fly on the wall. Amy said you don't mind and he said not at all. Your with me now aren't you? She said yes and kissed him passionately.
She moved her hand down and found his very slippery hard-on and asked if he wanted to fuck her out here or in the bedroom. Keith said both, out here first. Amy said great idea and told him where a pad and some towels were. He got them and spread it out next to the lounge. He asked if she wanted some help down and Amy said no, she knew he wanted to watch her do it. He said yes if you don't mind. Using her arms she struggled to get up to a sitting position then lifted her legs over to the ground. Again struggling some she got her butt to the edge and then just rolled over on to the mat as the lounge was just a few inches off the ground.
When she turned on to her back her upper legs were flopped wide open and Keith could see her very wet pussy. Amy reached down and lifted each leg and put it straight back along her chest with her feet above her head. Keith was shocked that she could get her legs in that position. She beckoned him down to her and when he got down by her she said eat me then fuck me good with that huge cock. She added she was not a virgin but be gentle at first please and that he did not have to use a rubber. Keith got down to her pussy and the position she was in gave him fantastic access to it. He noticed for the first time how large and long her cunt lips were and took one of them into his mouth. He sucked and gently nibbled on it then the other side. He suddenly noticed, then remembered, there was no movement in her lower body but she was sure talking to him telling him how good it felt.
Amy was very wet and tasted fantastic. He first stuck his tongue into her vagina then started putting fingers in. She seemed to be very tight but elastic enough he should not have any trouble getting into her. He finally latched on to her clit and she went wild, at least her head and shoulder did. Again no pelvic movement. Keith found this really turned him on more instead of being a turn off; she really was quite crippled and he/they loved it. As she was coming down he moved his kisses up her thighs and reached her breasts. Her legs were on top of them so he bent them and moved them down and jackknifed them open. He started in on her nipples then up to her lips. Amy could taste herself and then she said please fuck me, I can't wait any more.
Keith got between her open knees and moved his hips putting his cock head at her slit. He moved slightly using the head to feel for her opening. He left the foreskin over his cock head wanting to have as little sensitivity there so he could last as long as possible. As tight as she was, it was not going to be easy he felt. They both felt the end of his long shaft find the opening and Amy said there, push, and he did slipping in easily. After he was in a little he stopped to be sure he was not hurting her. Amy immediately said please don't stop and he continued. The more he got in the more Amy became vocal, not that it was hurting, but that it felt so good to her. He bottomed out against her cervix and knew he did not have all of his cock in. She looked into his eyes and said just push steadily and get more if it in me.
Keith changed his knee position a little to get better leverage which changed the angle of his cock and as he did Amy shrieked my G-spot and came hard. Again, no hip bucking but he did feel a slight clinching of her cunt around his hard cock. Her head was flying back and forth on the mat. He slowly felt her sheath stretch longer and more and more of him sliding in her. Just as Amy was relaxing from her cum he felt his balls hit her peritoneum and he knew he was in all the way. Amy was able to talk again and told him how fantastic his giant cock felt in her. Keith asked if she was ready for him to pump and she said you bet, go for it. As he started pulling out Amy grabbed her breasts with both hands and started squeezing them. As Keith felt his head get near her opening he pushed back in all the way.
Amy was urging him on and grunting with every stroke. Keith increased his speed and soon was really pounding her cunt. All of a sudden Amy called his name out and threw her head back on the mat and howled. Her hands had flattened out on the mat and he knew she was there big time. With the next stroke he started Cumming into her cunt and he continued to pump it into her. He finally stopped pushing into her and froze against her cervix getting two more ejaculations into it.
His arms finally gave out and he collapsed on to her and then had enough strength to roll off the pad pulling her on top of him. He was still impaled deep in her and they just lay there catching their breath. Keith recovered first and every once in a while flexed his cock and using his hands, moved Amy on it a couple of strokes. For some reason he was staying hard and wanted to enjoy fucking her more. Amy finally regained her senses and moved her head to face him resting her chin on his sternum. She told him that was a first for her, the best screw of her life and she was never going to let him get away from her. He responded by flexing and pumping her more.
She told him the position she was in, that her clit was rubbing right on his pubic bone and that he had an hour to stop that. He started laughing and his doing so bounced her on it even more. He started moving her more on his cock and she came again. Amy finally said enough and he helped her get off his cock. After she did she asked what she needed to do to make him cum and he said nothing just let it be and it will go down. She used her mouth to clean him off then they got back on the mat and cuddled for a while. He lifted her back onto the lounge and refilled their wine glasses. They talked about what had happened and he told her about watching her as she came and how much more it turned him on. Amy said she was glad that was going on and that he was there to enjoy her crippled body with her.
She said she was ready for a shower and did he want to join her. Keith said great idea. He said would you like some help getting up into your chair, do you want me to carry you or do you want to do it yourself? She said let me do it and you can watch and get your rocks off. We can talk about your helping me later. He pushed her chair to where she wanted it and locked the brakes. Amy put the foot rests up out of the way and backed up to the chair. She reached her hands up onto the front wheel supports as high as she could and then lifted her body up to the chair in one smooth move. As light and strong as she was it did not take a big effort to do it. She fell forward with her breasts on her thighs and reached down and put the foot rests down and moved her feet on to them. She pushed herself back to a sitting position with her arms and fastened the chest belt. Keith said remarkable, thanks for letting me see that.
They decided to stop and have some cake then headed to the shower. Amy used the john with Keith watching and she watched him pee. She transferred to the bench and fastened the chest belt while he moved her chair out. After adjusting the water temp they got wet and soaped each other. Amy handed him a douche bottle and said do you want to do me again? He laughed and said always. She spread her legs with her hands and he gently inserted the nozzle and squeezed the contents into her. After removing it he used his fingers to open her lips and let the liquid run out easier. After it was done he sat on the floor and ate her good. Amy came again and pulled his head in tight against her pussy thanking him for taking such good care of her. She noticed his cock had gone down and stayed that way. She let him be for now.
After Keith got back up on the bench she asked him if he wanted all of her hair removed and he asked if she liked it that way. Amy told him the truth is yes, she liked all of it gone, but it was too hard for her to keep it that way. He said he would be glad to do it for her and she said sounds like good foreplay to me. Amy said while we are talking about such personal things what about when I have my period? Will you want nothing to do with me? Keith said absolutely not, if you think I want to fuck you a lot now, wait till you start bleeding, you will have to lock the doors and windows to keep me away. What about you he asked, do you like fucking then? Amy said I get Horney as hell at that time; you can have me whenever you can get hard. Keith said when is the next time we can have fun and she said not sure, since I had my tubes tied and went off the pill I am not real regular but you will be the second to know for sure.
Keith asked if she wanted him to shave also and Amy said that would be great, shall we do it now? She told him where her trimmer was and he went and got it and removed as much of his hair as possible. Since Amy was already trimmed she was ready. He shaved her smooth first then she got on the floor and shaved him. It took a little doing since she had to hold on to something so she did not fall over. Finally Keith put his hands on her shoulders and held her and that gave Amy two hands and she got him nice and smooth. He started to firm up as she asked him if it was ok that he got hard again. Keith said no problem that peeing actually helped him go soft; he had a pee hard on. Amy said we will have to remember that trick.
They dried off and put a towel on Amy's chair and he scooped her up and put her there. Amy asked him if he would like to spend the night with her and he said he would love to. Keith pushed her into the bedroom and watched her transfer to the bed. As usual Amy saw his big cock start to fill out as he watched. She lit a candle and with the help of the trapeze moved over in bed some. Keith turned the light off and got in with her. He helped her to her side and then moved in behind her pulling her close to him. Amy took his hand and moved it to her big breast then put hers over his and pulled it tightly into her breast. They just laid there quietly for a while with Keith very slowly rubbing her nipple between his thumb and index finger, pulling outward on it the whole time.
Amy broke the silence by saying that she knew he loved to watch her move herself around and she loved having him enjoy with her having to struggle to do it. However she had no problem with him helping her if he wanted, she was not like some crippled people that never wanted someone to help them. She loved the feel of his hands on her skinny, useless legs. Whatever he felt like doing was fine with her and he did not need to ask, just do it and she will enjoy whatever it is with him. As she was talking she felt his cock getting bigger and the head slide up her thigh as it did. It soon was filled out enough that when it reached the open space left by her very atrophied legs just below her pussy, it moved into there and then along her wet slit.
What Keith had been doing to her very sensitive nipples had her very aroused and almost ready to cum. She did shiver good as it moved along her slit. Keith indicated he understood what she had just said and thanked her for understanding his needs and feelings and that he hoped he was taking care of hers as well. Please don't ever be afraid to ask for help or for me to do something for your need at anytime. Amy then asked him to bend her top leg to a 90 degree angle at her hip. He pulled her leg up and she put her hand down to her slit and took hold of the head of his cock that was poking through. She pulled the foreskin up tight and aimed it towards her cunt sliding it down her slit as she did.
At the opening Keith pushed into her as far as he could at this angle, which was a good bit as long as he was. Amy moved her hand on down and took hold of his balls being careful not to hurt him. She gently pulled him into her more and soon he understood she was setting the rhythm that way. It was very slow, about 3 strokes a minute. He moved his hand back up to her nipple.
As he moved in and out of her cunt and even with the foreskin over the head, he could feel it slide over her G-spot. From that rear angle he knew he was hitting it good. Keith also realized that Amy was using her hand on the bed to move herself up and down in bed meeting his slow, short thrust. He told her how good it felt and she said good to know I can fuck you this way. Keith gripped her breast and nipple harder and Amy came moving her head rapidly as she did. Again he felt a slight clinch of his cock.
Several minutes later when her breathing had returned to normal, Amy asked him what he would think of her if she had no legs and maybe even no hips, a bilateral hemipelvectomy. Would she be any more sexy to him? Nothing in the way of him seeing or reaching her cunt? I can't do my arms; I need them to move around. Keith almost came at the thought and said that is a lot to think about for sure. After a bit he said my first thought is that I love your beautiful, sexy, crippled legs very much. They are such a turn on to me and I don't think I would want to see them gone; but as you mention several advantages for sure if they were gone. WOW, what thoughts!! He asked how would you feel about not having your legs? Amy said she had thought about not having them for some time. They were just in the way as she tried to move about. But the flip side is that was the great part of being crippled, having to put up with them and yes, she thought they were the sexiest part of her.
They talked and slowly fucked for a little while longer then Amy asked him to move his cock up to her face, she wanted desert. He laughed and got into position so she could use her mouth on him. She pulled his foreskin back noting how purple the head was, and put him in her mouth sucking and licking. She used the tip of her tongue on his pee hole and then took him out and looked at it. Large amounts of precum were flowing; she licked her lips and sucked it back in taking it all the way down her throat. Keith was amazed at her being able to do that as big as he was. She cupped his balls and they both knew he was close as Amy hummed, adding to the experience. Just as she got him back in her mouth for some air he started Cumming. He managed about four good ones with as much as he had done today. She greedily took it all and then cleaned him good until he went limp.
Keith pulled away moving down to kiss her and get some for himself. When they broke Amy said she was ready for some sleep. They looked at the clock and it was 1 in the morning. She turned him so his back was to her this time, put her arm over him and got his limp cock in her hand and they went to sleep that way.
Coffee (儿麻)
The figure swayed out of sync with the rest of the tea time crowd hurrying home to the television. As I got closer I saw the reason for the uneven gait was a long black steel calliper on her left leg that was locked into the heel of her boot by leather straps and a T shaped strap round her ankle. Her skirt was unfashionably long and her coat was functional rather than stylish.
Each time the young woman transferred her weight to her callipered leg the T strap was pulled tight against the steel bar holding her foot rigid. By now I was a few steps behind her and I was busy thinking of ways to gain her attention. The quiet thud of her braced leg as it hit the pavement contrasted with the metallic click of the fittings on her boot heel as they contacted the bars of her calliper and prevented her toes catching on the pavement.
At the end of the block was a crossing and reaching it she stepped up to the kerb and lowered her calliper foot down into the gutter and stepped down and started to cross the road. Suddenly her arms flew out as she tried to regain her balance. Her surgical boot had slipped on a drain grid and she started to fall.
Instinctively I leaned forward to pull her toward me and grabbed her around the waist. The scent of her hair was wonderful as I felt her tensing to hit the road. After a second or two she realised she was still upright and I whispered in her ear �Have you got your under carriage down�? �Yes thank you for catching me-I�m always making a spectacle of myself� she gasped.
Carefully I relinquished my grip and holding onto her arm stepped in front to face her. She was about 4 inches shorter than I and she had a radiance that I have rarely seen since. Her blue eyes contrasted with the peach bloom of her skin and the slight flush to her cheeks could be put down to either exertion or embarrassment. Taking her arm I walked her to the opposite kerb enjoying the feel of her left breast through her coat pressing against my arm as she put her weight on her calliper.
Too soon we made the opposite pavement and bringing both feet up to the kerb edge she carefully placed her right foot on the pavement edge and pressing down on to my hand she stepped up onto the pavement. Once safe from the traffic we stood looking at each other in a slightly embarrassed silence and she said "well thank you for coming to my rescue". It was now or never so I said can I offer you a cup of coffee.
The relief on her face was tangible and she said "yes please" that indicated a desire no cup of coffee would satisfy. Slipping my right arm under hers we headed off to the coffee house 100 yards up the road.
Moments later I found us standing at the foot of the familiar 3 steps into the coffee house. The preceding 10 minutes had been a whirl of images in shop windows of this attractive womanon my arm-so pretty-so handicapped. We both looked at the steps and she said "I cannot manage those there's no handrail, but thanks anyway". "I can carry you" I said and promptly slipping my right arm round her waist and my left behind her skirted legs and she was in my arms. Up the steps I staggered determined not to make a fool of myself and then i found her boot sticking out on the end of her caliper needed carefull guidance through the door. As we safely made it into the lobby I glanced down and noticed her skirt had ridden up exposing the square leather pad over her knee and the assortment of buckles and catches. Noticing my attention she tensed and said "would you put me down now"? Gently lowering her to the floor I said "Shall we find a seat". "Are you sure" she asked. Without another word I took her hand and guided her through the assembly of office staff and students.
Finding a table in the corner I held the chair for her as she slid in and sat down. Because she had not unlocked the catches on her calliper her leg was stuck out like a chapel hatpeg and I could see she was uncomfortable trying to perch on the edge of the seat. I moved closer so her leg was pressing against my thigh and said "would you mind bending your knee I am falling off the edge here". At this she leaned forward and grasping the catches either side of her calliper, clicked them open and bent her knee.
The next hour passed in what seemed like a moment. She was interested in music and all of my passions including cars and motor cycles and it was not until she excused herself and said she "needed to powder her nose" that I realised how time had flown. I stood up and helped her to her feet noticing the deft way she took her whole weight on one foot and snapped her left leg into the locked straight position.
Steadying herself on the edge of the table she slipped past me and limped accross to the door marked toilet.I note whilst she was out of the room most of the conversation had stopped and they were watching the door.
After what seemed an age the door opened and she walked back into the room still with that smile on her face.I stood up and having paid the bill took hold of her hand and we walked to the door.
When we got to the top of the steps I turned took both of her hands and stepped down onto the first step. "Trust me" I said and she shuffled forward to the edge and carefully lowered her foot in its boot and calliper onto the next step. Whilst I was concentrating on making sure she did not fall I was able to admire the workmanship of her appliance. The rest of the steps were completed with ease and I said "Can I offer you a lift home"? "If it is not too much trouble-I have missed my bus now and was going to get a taxi".
"Rather than walk to the carpark, please wait on that seat until I get back" I said as I almost ran off to the carpark. Five minutes later I drove round the corner fully expecting she would have had second thoughts and caught one of the many taxi's.
Fortunately she was still there as I drove up and taking her weight on her right leg she snapped her calliper straight and limped accross the pavement. I stopped the engine and dashed round to open the doorwhich I held as she tried to get in.
Unfortunately her calliper being on her left leg meant she ended up with her rear poised 12 inches above the seat and her right foot just touching the car floor. She looked a little flustered and deliciously helpless.
"May I help" I stepped close and slipped my arm and shoulder under hers and helped her back to vertical. Once safely balanced again I suggested she hold on to the car and keeping her feet on the pavement lowered her to the edge of the seat. Then she leaned forward, clicked the catches on her calliper open and swung her right foot in. This still left her leg, boot and calliper outside and she was now trying haul it by the knee pad through her skirt. Fortunately the length of her skirt protected her dignity so I gently took hold of the reinforced 2 inch wide strap behind her calf and lifted her foot in.
Once comfortable I passed her the seatbelt and closed the door.
The 30 minute drive to her house passed quickly with continuous light hearted conversation and comment. I could sense neither of us wanted to reach her home. All too soon I was driving into a beautiful old detached house with high hedges and mature trees.
Stopping the engine I dashed round to open the door and help her out. This time she sat back and allowed me to pass my hand and forearm round the back of her calfs and gently pivot her round on the leather seat. This worked superbly we were learning, and placing her arm over my shoulder we were soon both both upright but as her knee was still unlocked I reached down with one hand and clicked the locks in place. I noticed she checked carefully as I stepped back.
At that we both walked hand in hand to the front door. "Thank you for the coffee and the ride home" she said as we stood at the door. "My pleasure" I replied and then pleaded "Can I please see you again"? "Yes please she replied-when" tommorrow I shall have to dash now I have a class at 7, I'll phone you.
At that I squeexed her hand and dragged myself away.
I turned the car in the wide drive and looked back from the gate to see a lady had opened the door and was standing on the step beside her. They were both waving and smiling.
Fantasy Come True(儿麻)
I will never forget the day I met Lynn. I was having lunch in the company cafeteria. I work at a large computer software company. She entered the room and my jaw dropped. She was beautiful. She had long auburn hair that fell to well below her shoulders. I could see the outline of her bra under her white blouse. I guessed she was at least a C cup and most likely a D. She had on a fashionable gray skirt that was an inch or so above the knee. At this point you might expect me to tell you that she had on three inch high heeled pumps. That was very far from the case. You see, Lynn was wearing a long leg brace on each leg. She wore the typical heavy shoes required to attach the brace stirrups to the heels. Since her skirt was a bit high, I could see almost all of her knee pads. Her braces were locked by drop locks on both of the uprights and she was walking with a swing through gait using forearm crutches. I was mesmerized.
I knew a tremendous amount about orthopedic braces and wheelchairs since I was very turned on by attractive women with handicaps requiring either braces or the use of a wheelchair. I always dreamed of meeting a beautiful girl with such a disability. I occasionally saw such women, but was never really in a position to introduce myself. Perhaps this time would be different since she appeared to work for my company and there was the probability I would see her again, perhaps on a regular basis.
I watched as she went through the line. I was amazed at how she was able to manage her crutches and slide the tray along. After she paid for her food the cashier asked a worker to carry her tray to a table. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she struggled somewhat to unlock her braces and get into a sitting position. She placed her crutches down beside her, I had to get back to work and so I was forced to leave the cafeteria.
The next day I scheduled my lunch to hopefully see her again. I did indeed see her walk in. With a little effort I timed it so that I was able to follow her to the line and get in line right behind her. Lynn was just as beautiful today as she was the day before. She had on a pale green sweater and darker green skirt. Her breasts were the most beautiful I think I have ever seen. After she paid for her food I brazenly asked if I could help carry her tray. She seemed rather startled that I would volunteer. She spotted a table and asked if I could put her tray there. I waited for her to get to the table and then asked if I could join her.
"Of course you can," she replied. "My name is Lynn and I am new here. This is my first week."
"Hi Lynn, my name is John and I am delighted to meet you, I replied." "Welcome to the company."
We started to eat our lunches and entered into a conversation. I found out that Lynn was single and in her late twenties. The topic of her handicap had not yet come up. I was afraid to even hint at it.
"John, I guess I better cut the ice here," Lynn said. "I am sure that you, like everyone else, wants to know about my handicap."
"Well, I guess so," I replied.
"I contracted Polio when I was seven years old. We were living in South America at the time, and my immunizations were not up to date. It was a horrible experience. Within three days of contracting Polio I was unable to breathe on my own and couldn't move my arms and legs. I will never forget the day I was told I would be placed in an iron lung. The experience was horrible. I remember vividly when they gave me my tracheotomy. That's when they cut a hole in your trachea and connect you to an oxygen system. I could hardly speak at all. Being in the lung was awful. Your head goes through this collar and it forms a tight seal so the iron lung can breathe for you. I remember just lying there with my head sticking out looking up at this mirror. I couldn't move anything. The first few weeks I thought I would rather be dead. You can't imagine what it's like to be like that 24 hours a day. I spent six months in the iron lung full time. After that I started to regain a little bit of my muscle control and could breathe a little. Gradually I started spending a few minutes a day outside the lung. Eventually I spent all day in bed or a wheelchair and returned to my lung at night to sleep. After a year I was able to go 24 hours outside the iron lung. I was so happy even though I couldn't move my legs and only had a little movement in my arms. That iron lung was hell."
"Little by little over the next year I got the use of my arms back. I had physical therapy every day for hours. Of course I was confined to a wheelchair during that time. Eventually it was suggested that I might be able to walk with long leg braces. I was so excited. I was finally fitted with them and learned to use them. Walking was so hard, but I worked at it constantly. I wanted to walk so much I cried. By the time we returned to the United States I was in braces and knew I would be using them for the rest of my life. I’ve been in various configurations of braces ever since."
"I am so sorry Lynn," I managed to get out. "I don’t know what to say."
"Oh, its OK. I am used to it by now. I no longer care what people think. I got that out of my system when I was in school. You can’t believe how cruel kids can be. Of course it has ruined my life as far as marriage is concerned. Men don’t ever want to date me."
"I sure would," I said. "I think you are really beautiful, and your handicap doesn’t bother me at all. So, how about dinner and a movie tonight?"
"Well, I guess so," Lynn stammered. "I haven’t been on a real date in a long time. I guess I could handle it. There are a few obstacles we will have to deal with, such as the problems I have in getting into a seat at the movies or a restaurant. Can you handle that?"
"No problem," I said. "It would be my pleasure to help you in any way I can."
"John, I can’t believe you are so kind. There are a few other inconveniences that I am embarrassed to tell you about right now."
Lynn had no idea that I was a lifelong leg brace devotee and wannabe. The other deep secret would have to wait as well. I wasn’t the man Lynn thought I was. When she found out, that would be the end of that, I thought. How wrong I was. It was to be the start of my fantasy come true.
Lynn gave me her address and I picked her up at seven. She met me at the door and I knew I was falling love. She looked so incredibly beautiful in her braces. We went out to a small local restaurant. I just loved helping Lynn getting in and out of her seat. At one point she asked me to help unlock one of her braces. I was about to faint as I actually touched the metal of her wonderful brace. Her legs were still quite lovely, although I could see there was no muscle tone. They were inanimate objects as far as she was concerned. She had on off black pantyhose. To me those legs were the most beautiful in the world even though they were somewhat thin and atrophied.
Lynn was right about the movies. It was difficult for her to get into a seat. There was not enough leg room. We had to use an aisle seat. In any case, it worked out OK. After the show ended Lynn needed to use the ladies room. I watched as she crutched to the door. Someone held it for her. It was a wonderful site to see the backs of her nylon clad legs framed by her braces. I really was starting to fall in love with Lynn. I knew that it would never come to anything once she discovered the real me. I could hide my fascination with her braces, but not the other secret. I drove Lynn home to her apartment and escorted her to the door.
"John, please come in for a drink," Lynn requested.
"Well, I guess so. It’s not too late," I said. Of course I wanted to have that drink more than anything.
We went into Lynn’s apartment and she started to fix some drinks. I had a light beer. Lynn had a glass of wine. We then sat down on the couch and began to talk. At first it was just small talk. Then we got a bit more intimate.
"John, can I kiss you?" Lynn asked. I could sense she was nervous. We kissed passionately for several minutes.
"God Lynn, I really love this, but I can’t continue this type of relationship with you without you knowing more about me," I managed to get out.
"What do you mean?" Lynn replied.
"Lynn, I don’t know where to begin with this," I struggled to say. "There is something you must know before we go much further. I am not the man of your dreams, Very far from it. Have you noticed that there are some things about me that aren’t quite as masculine as they should be?"
"If you mean the fact that both your ears are pierced even though you aren’t wearing earrings, I now expect anything of the modern man," Lynn said.
"That’s just the start of it," I replied. "Have you noticed that I don’t have much of a beard? You probably haven’t noticed that I have always worn sort of baggy shirts or sweaters as well. I don’t know how to tell you this Lynn, but I am a transsexual. My electrolysis is virtually complete and so I have practically no beard left. I have been on female hormones for three years now. I have considerable breast development."
Lynn appeared fascinated, but not turned off. This was a mystery. In the couple of times I tried to explain this to other women they couldn’t wait to get out.
"Would you show me your breasts?" Lynn asked.
I had no idea what was going on here. I nodded. Lynn started to unbutton my shirt. I slipped it off and then my tee shirt.
"I need to bind my breasts so they don’t show," I said. I then unwrapped the bandages that held my breasts tight. "I am just about a B cup now. I am still growing and will probably be C in a year. Other than at work I always wear a bra. It’s much more comfortable. Of course I can’t go out as a man when I am wearing a bra, but most of my time out of work is spent wearing female clothing and so it isn’t a problem. I look very passable as a women."
Lynn surprised me further by proceeding to kiss my breasts. She sucked and kissed them for several minutes. I was getting very aroused, but I was no longer able to get erections because of the female hormones. My sexual response was becoming much more feminine, like my body contours.
"John, I am bisexual," Lynn flat out stated. "You are the biggest turn on to me ever. I want to see you as a total woman as soon as possible. I want to make love to you as a woman. I know enough about hormones to know that someone on them for three years can’t function as a man anyway."
"I don't know what to say. I can't believe you are saying these things to me. I thought you would be gone by now."
This was like a dream. This turn of events was unreal. Could this actually be taking place? Here I was with the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, and, she was wearing long leg braces as well.
"There’s something you haven’t told me John, isn’t there?" Lynn asked.
Could she actually know my one remaining secret, the fact that I was a leg brace devotee and wannabe? I hesitated.
"Don’t worry John, you will be able to tell me tomorrow when I come over to your apartment for dinner. I want you to be completely female for me. Wear your most feminine things. I don’t want a trace of anything masculine. I want the most feminine boy/girl lover in the world."
My preparations started the next day as soon as I got home from work. I took a scented bath and shaved my legs and underarms very close. After drying I spread a conditioner over my legs to avoid drying. I no longer needed to shave my face, but I checked for any possible hairs. I didn’t find any. My electrologist had done a good job.
My underwear consisted of a pair of lace panties with firm control built in. This helped conceal my male organs. Next came my black strapless bra. My now budding B cup breasts filled it out nicely. I carefully pulled on a pair of black mist pantyhose. I slipped on a beautiful sleeveless red cocktail dress. Black three inch pumps completed the look. The dress was low cut and my cleavage was flaunted.
I spent the next half hour putting on my makeup, jewelry, and finally my hairpiece. The latter item had been custom crafted for me and could never be detected as a wig. I selected my diamond stud earrings for this occasion. I dabbed some perfume in all the right places and took a look in the mirror. I was a very attractive woman to say the least. I knew that because I have had many advances by men who never suspected my true sex. That would change in the coming months anyway. As I looked at my legs I wondered what it would feel like to be wearing long leg braces on my nylon covered legs. I got instantly aroused. I thought of Lynn coming shortly.
I was making a last minute check if the dinner in the kitchen when the doorbell rang. I ran to answer it. Lynn was awestruck as she took in my very different appearance.
"Wow! I can’t believe it. You are fabulous. Never in a million years would I suspect you weren’t a woman," Lynn went on. "Good thing I am bi. You sure wouldn’t turn on a straight woman. Nothing masculine about you." Lynn gave me a kiss and a little hug. She couldn’t let go of her crutches completely. "What do I call you? Certainly not John."
"It’s Janine, Lynn. It has the same initial and I like it." She nodded in understanding.
We headed for the couch and Lynn went through the procedure of sitting down, unlocking her knee locks and pulling her legs up with her arms. I got our drinks and then sat next to her. We kissed and touched for several minutes. My hand wandered down to her legs and she let me go wherever I wanted. I explored the area above her knees between the upper and lower thigh bands of her braces. I even ventured up to her very private area. She seemed to love it. I was floating. I never dreamed I would be doing this to a lovely woman wearing braces. Certainly never as an equally attractive woman. Lynn explored under my dress as well. She ran her hands along my nylon covered legs and up to my sexual center. She felt my panties and what was still there that wouldn't be there eventually. She knew it would never harden because of the hormones. That didn’t seem to bother her. She would find other ways to enjoy my body.
I served dinner and we had a wonderful relaxed meal. Lynn seemed to be very happy. I knew I was turning her on just as she was me. She went on and on about us doing girl things together. She said she liked John, but not anywhere near as much as Janine. She wanted me to spend all my time with her as Janine.
"Janine, don’t you think it’s time you really explored my body?" Lynn asked. "You can explore my braces too." I wasn’t sure what she meant. Normally I would have thought that Lynn would be embarrassed about her braces when it came time for sex. We headed for the bedroom.
"Help me up onto the bed," Lynn requested. "Stretch my legs out and hop up here too. I want you to first remove your dress and shoes. I want to see that gorgeous body. You can then help me off with my dress."
Her dress was similar to mine although it was green. I could slip it over her head. It was then that I could see her braces in their entirety. Up until that point I didn’t realize that Lynn’s braces did not stop at the top of her legs, under her crotch. Instead, the outer uprights continued on up to a pelvic band that fastened around her waist. She had drop locks on both hips. I hadn't seen her unlock them, but she must have done it somehow. I felt I would come apart as I ran my eyes from her shoes up her legs, viewing the calf bands, knee pads, and finally the two thigh bands. She watched as I did this.
"They turn you on, don’t they," she stated rather than asked? " I knew it after our first date. The way you looked at my braces was not the way most men do. I am not certain, but I am willing to bet that you secretly would love to have the opportunity to try on long leg braces as well."
I was speechless. This woman had read my innermost thoughts, exposed my deepest secrets.
"God Lynn, I don’t know what to say. You found me out. You are the most exciting thing to have ever happened to me."
"Janine, I find you the most intriguing person I have ever met too," Lynn went on. "You also turn me on in ways that I never imagined. The fact that you like, in fact love me, for my braces, and not in spite of them drives me wild. You won’t believe this, but I would give anything to see you in braces as well. I would love to spend time with you as another handicapped woman. To imagine us out together, struggling in the same ways, is wild. I would let you try on my braces right now except for the fact that my shoe size is much too small for you and I am quite a bit shorter. My braces wouldn’t fit."
I couldn’t take this all in. I felt that I would overload. I tried to verbalize. "Lynn, this has been my fantasy for years. I have dreamed of being fitted with long leg braces, living as a woman, and having a female lover who was also in braces. If I could share my life in this way I would be the happiest person alive."
"There’s no problem Janine, you can do it all," Lynn stated.
"But how? I don’t have any braces and I don’t see a way to get them," I said.
"Oh but there is Janine. In fact it is easy. How would you like your braces within a week? My orthotist just happens to be a devotee himself. We dated a few times until he revealed that he was actually gay. We are good friends. I am sure he would be more than willing to make some money on the side and make you your very own braces. Whatever you want."
I truly did not know what to say. Was this really happening to me? Lynn went on to explain that she would make arrangements with Dick the next day and schedule an appointment. She wanted me to go as Janine of course. I would be fitted with feminine shoes on my braces. I could tell that Lynn was wildly excited about this.
For the remainder of the evening we made love. I removed Lynn’s braces and we removed all our clothes except for my panties. Lynn did not want to spoil the illusion of my femininity. As I removed her panties I couldn’t help but notice the large size Kotex pad between her legs. I smelled a slight urine odor.
"I am embarrassed Janine. I am not having my period. Due to the paralysis I have lost a tiny bit of bladder control. Sometimes when I am excited I leak a little. The Kotex overnight pad does the trick. I always wear one. At least I can get away without the big pads made especially for these problems, or a catheter. The Kotex overnight is the biggest pad they make. I hope you don’t mind."
"Of course not," I replied.
"I had to use an indwelling catheter for a period when I was recovering. I couldn't stand it and I got a lot of urinary track infections. Of course I always had one when I was in my iron lung."
The evening ended after another hour of sexual pleasure. After Lynn left I couldn’t help but wonder what was in store for me.
The next day at lunch Lynn told me she had set up an appointment with Dick for after hours when only he would be around. That way no one would get suspicious when I walked in rather than being wheeled in. Lynn said she had a wheelchair, but it would be too much trouble to use it. She told me to pick her up at seven that night for my fitting.
"Wear something sexy," she demanded.
I did just that. I wore a short skirt and sleeveless tank top. My breasts were really prominent under the thin material. Suntan colored pantyhose and casual shoes completed my outfit. I picked up Lynn promptly. She was wearing jeans and a sweatshirt. It was quite a contrast. I regretted not being able to see Lynn’s braces. All I could see were her shoes and the stirrups attached to the heels.
We arrived at the orthotics shop several minutes later. I helped Lynn out of the car and we entered. Dick was there to greet us.
"Are you sure she’s not gay Lynn," Dick asked? "I could go for her. She looks great in drag. I would never have known if you hadn’t told me."
"Come on Dick, let’s get Janine fitted," Lynn scolded.
The next hour was filled with activity. I stripped down to my bra and panties. Dick took measurements of the circumferences of my legs and made tracings and numerous other measurements all over.
"Does she get a pelvic band Lynn," Dick asked?
"Janine, do you want a pelvic band like mine? It will make walking harder for you. Of course I need it or I tend to slump over. It might be a good idea if you had one since you won’t be able to fake as easily. With your hips locked I think you will really be as handicapped as I am."
I nodded agreement and Dick measured my pelvic region and completed the traces up my hips. Our final item of business was to select my shoes. We selected a style similar to Lynn’s. Dick said he would have the braces done in a few days.
Lynn and I spent a lot of time together. I was always Janine outside of work. Lynn started to train me in some of the things I would need to know when I got my braces. At Lynn’s apartment she explained how she used her wheelchair after she removed her braces. She suggested I get one to add realism to my role playing. Lynn had me captivated. I would do anything for her and loved every minute. Lynn explained that once I had my braces I would be required to wear them full time if we were together. Lynn wanted me to be just as handicapped as her. Only our love making would take place without our braces.
The day of my fitting came quickly. Once again I stripped down to my bra and panties. I kept my pantyhose on. Dick brought the braces over. I gasped. I had braces at last. In a few minutes I would know for the first time what it was like to be fully braced from toes to waist. Dick helped me into the braces, slipping my feet into the shoes and the pelvic band around my lower waist. The feeling was fabulous. I helped fasten the buckles on the straps as Dick suggested the proper tightness. He marked the buckle holes with a felt tipped pen so I would know the proper setting. I was practically shaking when Dick helped me stand between the parallel bars and the knee and hip locks dropped into place. I was still in my bra and panties. Lynn looked on and just smiled and smiled.
After about an hour of practice on the bars, Dick brought me my very own forearm crutches. I practiced another hour with them until I could walk with a swing through gait just as Lynn did. I was finally able to put my clothes back on.
"What about the braces," I asked?
"You can’t walk without them Janine. How can you take them off?"
"I guess I can’t, can I?"
I had quite a bit of trouble driving home. Lynn told me that I would have to have hand controls added to my car as soon as possible. I couldn’t use my legs. That was not right. I was paralyzed. The next day was Saturday and Lynn told me she had a full day planned. She said she would come to my apartment at nine AM. She said I should be dressed and in my braces. As I was letting her out of the car she reached into her handbag and pulled out a small soft package. She handed it to me and told me to be sure and wear it. It was a Kotex pad. She winked and I understood that I now had a slight bladder control problem as a result of my paralysis.
I woke up at seven and went into the bathroom. I was walking normally and was starting to feel guilty. I remembered my Kotex pad and fastened the adhesive strips to the inside of my panty before slipping it on. This gave me a thrill as I thought of Lynn doing the same thing. I completed my daily ritual and just before I put on my skirt I put on my braces. My excitement mounted. Lynn insisted that I wear a skirt so as not to hide my braces. She told me she wanted me to feel the stares as she always did. This thrilled me as well. I didn’t yet know what to expect. I ran my hands over the metal uprights and adjusted the knee pads. I played with the drop locks and felt the tension around my pelvic band. Wow, this was great. Just then the doorbell rang and I knew it was Lynn. I opened the door and she came in.
"All set Janine," Lynn asked? As I nodded she went on. "Until we have sex tonight, you will wear your braces. That will be for a good 12 hours. You will probably find it will be tough the first day. Your legs will probably cramp from being kept rigid. Let me know when you start to cramp and we can rest. Sitting down and unlocking your legs usually helps, but those braces aren't coming off regardless."
"How do you know all this Lynn," I asked? "Your legs are really paralyzed and you don’t have much feeling."
"Dick is a pretender. He does it with some gay friends. He told me that after spending a weekend in braces he couldn’t walk the next day. His legs had cramped and the muscles were not used to being restricted. You will probably have some trouble after our weekend. You might even need to call in sick on Monday. We have lots of things to do. You will experience your handicap in a big way. Braces from now until Monday. You will be staying at my place tonight to make sure you don’t walk an inch without braces or using your wheelchair. Pack a bag."
"I don’t have a wheelchair."
"You do now," Lynn replied. "It’s in my car. It’s my gift to you. You will love it. It’s just like mine. If it wasn’t for your job I would insist that you never walk unaided." It was very clear who had the dominant role in our relationship.
We went to Lynn’s car and she drove. She had her hand controls. Later she would give me instruction. I got my own hand controls the next week. We parked in a handicapped space at the mall. Lynn had a sticker of course. She said she could get me one under her name for my car. I was really nervous as we left the car and headed for the mall entrance. I glanced down at my braced legs. My skirt was above my knee and my braces were just as visible as Lynn’s were. I looked at her legs and she smiled back.
"You look just like me Janine. When you want to know what you look like in your braces, just look at my legs. I know you like to anyway. You can stare at me and no one will get suspicious. After all, we are together and you are wearing braces too. We are almost twins now. Two disabled girls out for fun."
We got looks, but most people tried not to show it. We could occasionally see people staring when we looked into a mirror. They didn’t realize we could see them. Lynn and I shopped for clothes. After a couple of hours I started to get used to my braces and even forgot I was wearing them. Of course it was very hard work crutching along. I did cramp up in the afternoon. I almost couldn’t stand the pain. We found seats and I was able to sit down and unlock my knee locks and bend my legs. We sat for about ten minutes. The period between my cramps was getting shorter. I was not able to walk for more than a half hour by the end of the afternoon.
We only had a quick snack for lunch and were starting to get hungry. I could barely walk by his time. I suspected that I probably couldn’t walk without the braces. My legs were too cramped. Lynn suggested that we go out to dinner and then a movie. That would give my legs a chance to rest. Lynn said that under other circumstances she would let me use my wheelchair, but she wanted me to realize the true magnitude of my disability. We had a wonderful dinner and returned from the movie about 10 PM. I was in braces for 13 hours.
We slumped on the bed after bringing in our shopping and my new wheelchair. Lynn slowly started to remove my skirt and top. She then very carefully removed my braces. I was in my bra, panties and pantyhose. Lynn had taken off her outer clothing and braces as well. She slid over to her wheelchair which was next to the bed. She told me to do the same. She instructed me how to use my arms to lift and lower my legs. She cautioned that I could never use a single leg or hip muscle. We spent the rest of the evening drinking wine and relaxing in front of the TV set. Two girls in bras and panties. Lynn would show me how she crossed her legs by lifting one on top of the other. She said it was the only time she could cross her legs since it was impossible in braces. I started to get used to life in my wheelchair. We finally wheeled ourselves to bed about midnight. We had wonderful sex until one.
The next morning Lynn shook me awake. "Time to get up Janine. You have a lot to learn today. Remember, no walking at all. My handicap equipped bathroom is at your disposal."
Lynn instructed me on using my chair to get into the bathroom and to slide into the bathtub. She helped my bathe and shave my legs without lifting them with my leg muscles. She had tricks for that. After my bath we got the clean underwear out of my overnight bag. Lynn handed me my Kotex pad and a pair of my panties.
"I know you don’t have a bladder control problem Janine, but see if you can let a little urine run into the pad when you feel the urge to pee. I always bring a supply of clean pads and I will be checking that you are leaking just like me. I better find a slightly wet pad or we will have to cath you. Also, use some of my feminine deodorant spray on the pad. It helps control any odor."
"I will leak for you Lynn. Please, no catheter," I pleaded. She started to laugh.
"Well you wanted to experience everything I do don't you?"
Getting clothes on while sitting in a wheelchair is not easy, especially since you can only lift yourself with your arms. I was anxious to get my braces on so I could stand. My legs were hurting from the abuse they took the day before. Normal legs are not used to being braced full time. After dressing I got into my braces and stood up. I somehow felt like it was normal to be in braces now.
Today we were going to visit a historical site nearby. We would walk around the monuments, have lunch and shop in the local stores. Lynn felt it would expose me to more people and a variety of new situations. While malls are usually well equipped for the handicapped, some places are not. We would run into some obstacles no doubt.
My second day was equally as fascinating as my first. By now I was becoming very good at crutch walking. Lynn was right. The pelvic band made it just about impossible to do anything without crutches. With my hips locked I was totally incapacitated without my crutches.
On the way back Lynn suggested we stop off at a lingerie discount outlet we passed. We checked it out and spent about an hour trying on bras. We would each try on a new bra and check each other out. It was so much fun to be able to do this with another woman. We couldn’t try on panties in the usual way since we had on nylons that were worn over our panties and in turn under our braces. Taking off our braces required too much time. With some effort we could slip the panties on over our braces and over our pantyhose. At least we could see how they looked on us. Imagine the two of us standing in the fitting room with just panties, nylons, and our bras on, showing off lingerie while all the time wearing long leg braces attached to our pelvic bands. The fitting room was one big room and several women came in and were startled to see the two of us standing there with our braces fully exposed supporting ourselves with our forearm crutches. They couldn’t avoid an occasional stare. I wasn’t worried that I was still a male. My ample breasts were proof enough that I was a woman, even with my slightly masculine voice. Lynn and I smiled at each other. This was just about the most thrilling thing I had ever done. It was one thing to be out in public where people could see a little of your braces. Here they saw absolutely everything.
Two teenage girls came in with a handful of bras and panties. They spotted us and came over. They weren’t embarrassed like the older women were. One of them started to talk to us.
"We have never seen anyone wearing braces up close like this. Can we look? What’s it like to need them? What do your boyfriends say?"
They had a whole bunch of questions. We tried to answer them as best as we could. We let them feel our braces and showed them how we were able to sit down after releasing the drop locks. They were fascinated. We chatted until we were dressed and had to leave. The girls said we were really nice to talk to them and they thought we were really together.
As we left I heard one of the teens whispering to the other.
"Can you imagine needing to wear those things all the time just to walk? Did you notice that they went all the way up to that heavy waist belt. How do they do it? I think I would die if I had to be like that." Lynn and I smiled to each other.
Several months went by and my relationship with Lynn became stronger. It wouldn’t be too many months until I had my sex reassignment surgery and would become a complete woman. Lynn was looking forward to that as well. I spent all my time outside of work as Janine and always wearing my braces or using my wheelchair.
One step that is required prior to sex reassignment surgery is to live full time as a woman for one year. I was at that point. I made arrangements with my employer to switch departments and return to work as a woman. I would have a different name and it was doubtful that anyone would recognize me. I explained this to Lynn.
"Janine, why don’t you move in with me and start your new life that way? It would be wonderful to say the least."
"I would like nothing better Lynn. Your apartment is handicap equipped and I could spend more time in braces and my wheelchair," I replied.
"There would be one condition Janine," Lynn said.
"What could that be?" I asked.
"You can move in with me under the condition that you never walk again without your braces."
"But I have to go to work," I stammered.
"You said you were starting over as Janine, and no one will know you. If you wore braces from day one, they would assume you always have. Think about it. You would experience life exactly as I do, as a handicapped woman. We would be closer than ever."
"Wow! That really turns me on Lynn," I replied. "I wouldn’t be pretending in a sense. My life would just be different. No more making the transition back and forth."
"One thing you need to consider before doing this Janine," Lynn went on. "If you stop using your leg and hip muscles by never walking, they will atrophy quite quickly. Being locked in braces constantly will prevent you from getting the exercise they would need. Within a year you probably will sustain permanent damage. You may not be able to walk naturally again without extensive physical therapy. Within a couple of months you probably would not be able to stand without your braces. You know that it is even hard for a short period of time after you spend all weekend in braces or using your wheelchair. Could you handle this?"
"Yes Lynn," I said. "It would add to my pleasure. If I really couldn’t walk it would be even more exciting. I would know that I really needed my braces. Let’s do it."
I moved in with Lynn and made the decision that as of the moment I completed the move I would never ever cheat. I would follow Lynn’s pattern of daily life. It was thrilling to start my new position wearing my braces. As it turns out I was placed in Lynn's department and we worked together. Everyone knew we were roommates. Lynn explained that we had met at a handicap group and had become close friends. I fit in quite well with the other women in the department. Lynn and I would often get together with other women for shopping sprees and going out to dinner. Everyone enjoyed helping us if we needed it.
By the time my surgery was scheduled I had not walked in close to a year. I knew that my leg and hip muscles were almost completely atrophied. I did try to walk without my braces and couldn’t even stand up. Lynn helped me try. I even tried with crutches. I couldn’t walk. We both smiled.
"Janine, you are no longer a pretender. You really can’t walk unaided," Lynn exclaimed.
"I know Lynn. I feel so happy. I now feel like my life is complete. I am no longer living a lie."
I did have my surgery. I now had a fully functioning vagina. This opened up new ways for Lynn and I to have sex. Lynn loved to explore my new sex spot. My new clit was very sensitive. Sex was fantastic. We were probably the two happiest handicapped women alive. Both of us spent a lot of time working on our appearances. We loved to buy clothes, do our hair, and optimize our makeup. In fact, we were both very attractive women and did get some male attention. Although I wasn’t really bisexual, we did double date once in awhile. As time went on I started to feel more and more attraction to men, but Lynn would always be my lover.
My life is about as perfect as it can get. All my dreams have come true. I am a beautiful woman and I am really and truly handicapped. I love my braces and the feelings I get knowing that everyone regards me as a handicapped woman. I really don’t miss out on the ability to be as feminine as I want. Once in awhile Lynn and I want to be really sexy looking and display our legs without braces. We can always do this by wearing a short skirt, sheer pantyhose and using our wheelchairs to get around. Women with beautiful nylon covered legs always look good sitting down with their legs crossed. All we have to do is lift one leg with our arms and place it over the other. Lynn has always had to do it this way because of her paralysis. Since I no longer have even enough muscle strength in my hips I too need to lift my legs with my arms. It get a thrill whenever I am forced to do this. To really be unable to move my legs is the greatest feeling. Sometimes I meet people who think I have a temporary injury. When they ask how long I will need to use a wheelchair, I smile to myself as I say "For the rest of my life."
first experince with polio lady!(儿麻)
hi everyone
i can't really explain sighting...i will try to do that later but
today i am gonna share my best experince in life...
its just me and my mom is my family....we have a very big house.we
are quiet well off.and mom had to go with nanny to our farm house
which a days drive from our place..and they had to stay for 3 or 4
days. we have servants..but mom was afraid to leave me alone in the
house ..the morning she left she told me that shobna is gonna stay
with me for the timebeign..and i was more than the happeist man that
day.....shobna is 40 she was affected by polio when she was 8 months
old..i always used to get erection when i used to see her...she has a
very sexy dusky colour..her hair are always open she has long
hair...she is 5'2"(cause her legs are short)she has quiet strong
arms....she uses 2 underarm cruches to walk..her walking is a
struggle which she makes look easy....the way she holds the cruthes
with her hand is so sexy...she hold it with just part above the first
joint on the fingers...her face is best dusky indian face i have ever
seen..a bit oval..high cheekbones...and when she smiles perfectly
lined teeth..and when she smiles her cheekbones look more sexy....
she is married to a man who is not disabled...he married her cause he
was poor and shobna was only duaghter of her rich father...he helped
him open a export import business so he was away most of the
times..her gait...when she walked she tend to twist her waist and put
one leg in front and the other side crutch infront...(i.e left leg
and right crutch and right leg and left crutch)she always wore a
saree! so i could never see how thin were her legs...i just saw
hardly 2 or 3 inch above her ankle and i knew her legs were thin....
as soon as mom and nanny left she told me that our house is very big
and i should shift into her house for few days till they come back
and it would be more easier for her...i took my important stuff and
shifted into her house i was very happy inside but a bit nervous too..
her sarees blouse had a deep neck and i could see her breats were
big...dusky and flawless like her face..her skin was what is better
than perfect flawless smooth and looks creamy....so i was there in
her house she showed me my room and went to kitchen i had some work
to do i left the house and the next couple of days i kept
horseriding and all .there she was in garden sitting in her one my
last day with her and sat on chair next to her she asked me how was
the day and i said its was good...i was looking towards her legs i
could see her thin knees...she said so ur looking at those lifless
hanging things...and i smiled...she said those are tottaly crippled
and of no use....she said she is used to it ...she always wore
sleevless blouses her arms were strong...muscular....she took her
hand out to give me my rooms key and when i was going to pick key
from her ahnd i touched it it was smooth and it send a shiver through
my body...
i had full erection then...and i was wearing my track pants...and to
hide it i said i want to go to my room and i stood up i think she saw
the erection...she just smiled..and i was in my room...i had my
dinner outside and i sat down on computer..and started surfing to the
net....its was around 10:00 then the door behind me opened..and to my
surprise...it was shobna in black tshirt...and shorts and for the
first time in my life i saw such helpless thin polio legs...thin as
needle and she was not on her wheelchair or crutching she was
crawling..holding her feet with her hands and putting them forward it
was such a great experince...such a beautiful lady crippled and
crawling...she came to ask me for dinner but i said i already had it
she said okay good night and left the room and i couldnt believe
this...the next hour went through just like a flash and i decided to
sleep but i was hungry again so i decided to go into kitchen and on
my way i saw her rooms door open and it was most fantastic sight in
my life.....she was in bikin and panties masturbation her thin legs
spread wide apart and i was like a statuei couldnt control myself i
went inside rtoom she was shocked and pulled bed sheet on her...and
she was like harrryyyy ...and i decided to go back..as sson as i
turned she said ur a DEVOTEE arent u and i was shockedddd.....i was
17 then she said i read about them on internet and i always see u
that u look towards my legs...and i said yes...she said come here i
went to her and she said i can touch her legs and i did they were
thin soft and comepletly lifeless and she kisses me and said now
please go back to ur room it not ur age to do all this...she said
when time will come she will teach everything herself..and i went
back to my room and next day mom camer back everything was normal
again...she always used to show me bit of her legs in some way ot the
other.....and my bad luck was that she and her husband shifted to
southern indian .... and i still see that house and rember those good
old days...its been 2 years but for me this seems so fresh...
i will write more later
this is first time i tried my hand on writing
take care everyone
harry
Discovery2: The other side of the coin (儿麻)
Chap 2, by Sadev
This is how Darryn saw the beginning of the relationship with Glynnis. It is interesting to note the completely different impressions of the various phases and how the characters' fears and uncertainties changed their view of events. This story which is based on a real life event, is possible because the characters involved actually compared notes afterwards, and had quite a giggle about some of the various happenings and the difference between what each of them thought at the time.
Darryn had a really busy life - he was an extremely successful stockbroker - one of the youngest to achieve the million dollar club - at age 25. This enabled him to strike a deal with the partners, an unusual one in those times, as under considerable duress they had agreed to his working only 4 days a week. Of course he had to guarantee a certain average weekly "take", but he and they knew that this would not be a problem at all.
This resulted in his absence every Friday - and it was spent in the quiet confines of his immaculately equipped garage where he prepared his rally car for the weekend's events. His road car was not one of those flashy new BMW's or Porsches, but a rather ordinary looking Ford Cortina, but the ultra wide tyres and extremely low suspension hinted at the beast under the bonnet, a fully race tuned 24 valve, 2.5 litre Cosworth unit pushing out nearly 300hp. One of the problems running this little baby was that he had to mix aviation fuel with the pump fuel to achieve the right octane rating and prevent engine damage. And that's how he met Glynnis.
He arranged for his local garage to keep a stock of avgas for him. This garage also had a little shop which had expanded over the last year or two to now keep a full range of various spares and accessories as well as cool drinks and sweets. He had been filling up when he first saw her sitting behind the service counter. She was not a great looker but she gave a customer she was talking to one of the greatest smiles he had seen, and he resolved to get to know her. This was a lot easier said than done as he had never been good with the ladies, in fact he was quite tongue tied when in the presence of someone he liked. He thought back on all the girls he had liked and wrestled yet again with the fact that most of them had been far from physically perfect.
He knew that he was different, being drawn to those who missing an arm or a leg, or were wearing braces or even in a wheelchair, but it did not bother him overly, although he did not share his inclinations with anyone. His preference as he thought of it, had only been realised a few times when he had dated one women with one arm who wore a hook around the flat but never in public and who was as thick as a plank, another who had lost a leg at the hip but who wouldn't stop talking, and a slightly older lady with one arm, who wore a cosmetic arm and wouldn't take it off ever with him, even when they made love. This had been a total turnoff and they went their separate ways.
On a few other occasions he had met other disabled women, but had never been able to get far enough with the conversation to ask for a date - his tongue really got glued to his palate and they soon lost interest. He also dated "normal" women and had a string of affairs and usually had a "resident" girlfriend at any given moment. Biggest problem was that they usually were extended one-nighters and he decided that this time he would go real slow until he had sufficient confidence to approach the owner of this lovely smile without screwing up, or telling her that he had bags of money which appeared to be the main attribute that his string of girlfriends were attracted to.
So every time he pulled in to fill up (and he tried to do it during her work hours) he would give her a smile if he caught her eye. She always smiled back, but seemed to be embarrassed by his attention. But he persevered and this went on for months, each time when he thought he was ready he would start to move to the shop and then get cold feet and go back to the car. Then one day, his world was turned upside down.
He arrived as per usual to fill up at one of the farthest pumps and decided now was the time. So he got out and walked towards the shop and noticed that she was standing with her back towards him adjusting something on the shelf. As she moved back to the counter, he felt the shock go through him as her gait rolled her from side to side and the shelf no longer hid the black steel and brown leather braces encasing both legs, ending at the bottom in two elegant medium heeled shoes. He fled back to the car before she saw him.
Now he had a problem. He knew that he would freeze up if he approached her - what the hell could he do? A week later he pulled up and there she was again at the front of the shop. He smiled at her as he got out, turned to go to the back of the car and then turned back and watched her trying to hurry back the counter. He watched her, totally indecisive and then she turned around and saw him watching her. He kept his cool smiled and got into the car. He had to strategise carefully, because he realised that he liked her long before he knew of her disability - now that this plus factor had crept in, he could not lose her through his own poor approach tactics!
He decided to first try and understand her patterns - maybe there was someplace where he could meet her where it would be easier to talk to her than the busy shop. He started by driving past at various times in the early morning and this led to two things. She started work punctually at 8 every morning he soon found out , and by pure chance about 3 weeks later he passed as she "walked" to the shop from where she had parked the car. He noticed the new braces immediately and a plan started forming.
The previous week he had stopped to put in fuel and noticed that someone else was behind the counter so he went in and examined the products on the shelves, just trying to think of a tactic he could use to meet the lady of his dreams. He had noticed that they did keep several high performance products and one of them - a special brake fluid had a loose price tag on it. He had quietly removed the label and left, not knowing how he was going to utilise this little event. Now he knew.
A few days later he put the plan into action. Pulling up as usual, he checked to see if she was there and got out, opened the bonnet and then with a pounding heart and sweaty palms, concentrating on not looking nervous, headed for the shop. Once there he gave her what he thought was a sickly smile and headed for the rack holding the brake fluid. Panic struck! He couldn't see his bottle!! "Shit" he muttered under his breath, and then thinking "I cant just leave!!", he turned to her and asked if she had any competition brake fluid. Her answer was like music in his ears - what a voice! " Brand XXXX is what you are looking for - there is a bottle on the shelf". "Idiot" he thought because in his state he had been looking for the wrong brand!
With shaky hands he took the bottle and put it down on the counter. As she reached for it their hands brushed. He had an instant reaction but just watched her face and saw a flicker pass across it. Then she saw that the tag was missing and he went to look for it. Now he had spoken at least 20 words to her and she about the same, this was real progress! He started feeling a little more relaxed and then nirvana! Her words echoed through his head as she said she would have to get the bar code from the shelf. Once more he became a babbling idiot as he realised she was going to walk right next to him to the rack, and he said something inane as to causing trouble and needing the brake fluid.
She was glorious as she emerged from behind the counter and walked to the rack, left leg locked, and he blurted out something about the new braces being much nicer than the old ones. He could have died, what possessed him to emphasize the one thing she probably didn't want to talk about!! He'd blown it! She had stopped and was staring at him so he tried to apologise and then weakly at the end asked her to smile again. In a bit of a daze he heard her reply and then him saying that she was still a woman. Then things happened fast - she seemed to trip, fall against him, he held her and for some reason joked about her asking for a date a bit unusually. He felt the deliciously hard breast pushing in his side as he held her and hoped that she wouldn't notice the massive erection he was getting.
From what she then said he realised she was as nervous as he was, but she called him by his name and confirmed that she wanted a date provided he wasn't married. He found out she was Glynnis, got her address and number and with a soaring heart made the date for that evening.
At home as he got ready he realised this was going to be a different date. Firstly because he really liked her from the outset and secondly he was determined to get to know her first before they jumped in the sack. "Shit!" he suddenly thought, "this could be a problem!" He vaguely remembered that paraplegics had no sensation from the waist down. How was he, when they got to the bedroom stage, going to give her an orgasm? He remembered that all had differing erotic spots remaining and therefore he would either have to find them or somehow get her to tell him where to go. "Oh well! One step at a time!" he thought as he went to the car.
She was beautiful - not in the way Miss World was - but in a radiant way that he could clearly see. Everything was perfect, although she had this habit of stroking the inside of his thigh that drove him up the wall with desire. At one stage she had him so excited he had to break the moment to give him time to calm down, so he asked her the first thing that came into his head - of course afterwards he realised it may not have been either the best time or manner of asking her what had happened to her legs. When she told him she had polio as a child, his heart went out to her realising that she had virtually been crippled all her life.
After the meal, they went to a drive in movie per her request and her hand rested on his thigh all the way. When he got too horny he would quietly slip his hand under hers and give himself a moment to recover. He tried not to drive fast or use the power available but this was difficult as the engine was distinctly lumpy under about 3000 rpm. She didn't seem to mind and in fact appeared to like it as her eyes were wide in excitement during the drive.
At the drive in movie, things progressed and soon they were kissing passionately, with him exploring all possible areas above her waist and trying to focus on her reactions while she stroked and played with him, driving him to a frenzy. But he could sense that something was not right and he was obviously missing an area or a technique she wanted him to do, so he pulled away and needing time to recover and calm down before taking the next difficult step of asking directly what he should do, took a deep breath.
She seemed upset and thought that she had come on too strong, but he couldn't really put it nicely and the words tumbled out that he didn't know how to make her feel like he felt.
She said he could touch her past her braces and then looked surprised when he cried out "What's the use though!" And then it was his turn to be surprised when she explained that polio didn't remove any sensation. With that he slipped his hand into her and very soon she was on the edge of an orgasm, but stopped him, undid those beautiful braces, and let him take those soft feet out of her shoes.
It wasn't long before her body arched as he touched and stroked and kissed and felt. Then she started to work him the same way and he stopped her. "Damn!" he thought, "the perfect woman, perfect everything and now I don't want to rush it!" However he soon realised that she wasn't going to take no for an answer so they went to her flat, abandoning the movie halfway - not that they had been watching it anyway!
Once there, he picked her up and carried her inside and they made love the whole night passionately until he was absolutely exhausted, and satisfied. He had never so enjoyed making love before and it was obvious that she also was experiencing something new. They tried all positions, some worked, others not due to her lack of strength, but they tried them anyway! He nearly managed to leave at 4am but had to bring back her braces which were still in the car, at which point she waylaid him again having pretended to fall off the bed and then dragged herself to the bathroom. He was sure it was a ploy, but what the hell! It worked and he got to work late the next day, made two bad calls and lost a bundle!
He phoned her later in the day and arranged to see her that evening, whereafter he took a grip on himself and made back all the losses and then some in a series of brilliant moves. All the while, his mind kept wandering ahead to the night to come.....
Encounter - Pat's boot(儿麻)
– 01
Pat's new boot had been fitted by the visiting orthotist at the
hospital and, at first, she had been pleased with it. But walking in
town one Saturday had made her realise that alterations were needed
when the pain had returned to her polio-crippled right leg.
Her doctor has suggested she tried to manage without the calliper which
had been her constant companion since the age of six when polio had
withered her right leg to its pathetic, child-like size, dangling,
flicking and banging into things as she single crutched around the
house.
Her calliper, a HKAFO, had caused sores on her inner thigh and despite
going without the heavy brace for days to give a rest, the sores had
got worse and not better. Only permanent rest from the HKAFO would save
the need for invasive surgery and if gangrene set in, there could be possible
amputation at the hip.
At the age of 59, Pat wanted to avoid that and she agreed to have a new
boot made - as long as it strengthened her weak leg below the knee. She
decided to use a walker, with wheels, to make her way around, saving
the under-arm crutch - and its sister in the pair if necessary, for
home.
She had strength at her hip and damaged thigh and down to her knee but
after that, the limb tapered dramatically from five inches diameter
above the knee to three inches diameter at the ankle. The skin was
mottled red and her foot, like a child's was limp, the only stability
being her bony ankle.
Fifty three years of wearing variously made, some good and most bad,
callipers, were now over, but she had collected a new HKAFO to fit her
newly drilled heel on her new boot. She was to wear it as a last
resort, the doctor had said.
Pat agreed as she touched the open, redness of the sore around the
thigh that had taken so much of her weight. She has not told the
doctor, but she knew it was not looking good, a fact she had also kept
from her partner, John. It was the boot or sores and amputation. She
agreed with herself she had made the right decision.
The new boot was meant to do all she wanted and it had taken seven
weeks to arrive for the fitting.
It had an eight inch thick heel and a raise of six inches at the front,
where the front had been slightly rounded so she could take the stride
onto her good left leg. A plate linked the heel with the sole. Made in
mid-brown leather, it was highly polished and laced up from her instep
right up over her ankle to three inches above the joint.
It was fine to walk on for the start as she shopped with John after her
morning fitting. But her leg, below the knee, ached badly and it
started to swell under her tan tights.
She peeled them off in the ladies at the restaurant they stopped at for
lunch to inspect the damage. Her mottled red limb was throbbing but
when she pressed the flaccid flesh hard, pulling it tight as her HKAFO
would, the pain subsided.
Pressure was needed up to her knee she decided and, as soon as they got home, she called the hospital.
Her appointment came the following week and after a discussion with the
lady orthotist, the new boot was sent away for modification.
For two weeks, Pat relied on her under-arm crutches for getting around,
inside and outside the house.
It slowed her down and her right leg always flung itself into the line of the crutch as her brain kept thinking she must move her right leg with each step after her left.
John came up with the idea of screwing a steel plate onto the side of
the crutch so Pat could place her right foot on it, the soles of her
shoes velcroed for adhesion, with two small, black straps buckling over
for extra safety.
As with all polios, Pat had a range of unused right shoes to match her
left. She had always worn an orthopaedic boot on her right foot, heavy,
black ones with no separate heel like her latest pair.
So the shoes left over during years of buying pairs were now available.
Quite a lot of fun followed as Pat tried on the new shoes, some of
them were ten years old and lying at the bottom of her wardrobe.
One pair amused her, a pair of black patent high heels bought for her
by John who had quite a "thing" about high heels.
They were patent leather and the heels about six inches and two tiny
straps went over the heels. Pat remembered wearing them, more buckle
holes had been made in the right shoe's straps to tighten them across
her crippled right ankle and foot.
She had worn them at home as a tease for John, adapting the height of her crutches to accommodate the heel height.
She grinned as she fondled them and memories came back of her crutching around the house, especially up the stairs as John got more and more excited. Measuring the heel, she once again adjusted the crutch.
Pat felt quite sexy as she put the left one on, turning her heel as she
admired its glint in the light. She put on the left shoe, adding velcro
strips to the sole. She buckled the foot in tightly and strapped in the
shoe onto the crutch plate.
Standing up with the right crutch comfortable under her arm, she
admired herself in the mirror. Not bad for 59, she thought as she
hitched up her skirt so it hung just above her pretty left knee. Her
right knee, of course, was still under the skirt.
She felt confident to single crutch across the room but the walk was
not as comfortable as using both crutches. What she did years ago could
not be easily repeated now.
She crutched down the stairs, rather awkwardly with her right leg
attached to the crutch and, halfway down, John saw her. As she
descended, Mark held her and followed her into the living room.
Crutches, high heels and her polio-crippled leg were too much for an
admirer like John.
Pat would have to wait two weeks for her adapted new boot but dressing
up like this was an exciting way to pass the time.
– 02
Maureen Jones knew a lot about appliances, callipers and orthotics
because she was a polio herself. She wore a cumbersome orthopaedic boot on her left foot and this was always a comfort to her polio patients.
If Maureen walked with an appliance, she knew from first hand, life-long
experience how important a good fitting really was.
Pat arrived on her own for the fitting of her modified boot, crutching from her car, her right foot dangling, jolting and spinning into the right crutch now that the steel plate had been removed.
She was early and knew she had to be at work soon, so she surprised
Maureen when she put her head around the door, greeting her with a
cheery hello. Maureen was startled because none of her patients had
seen her without her boot on but Pat did today.
As Pat crutched into the room, Maureen had her boot on the floor and
she was massaging the tiny toes of her light tan stockinged foot which
was clawed inwards, her ankle bent so all her standing weight must have
been carried on that joint.
Pat thought that at least she didn't have a club foot and hers was straight and flexed, with some difficulty at the ankle, despite its extreme atrophied state.
She watched as Maureen opened her boot to push the contorted foot into the padded upper of the black boot which appeared brand new as the leather was stiff and the full, heel-to-toe raise was unscuffed.
Maureen pulled the boot towards her chair to lace it up, pulling the long laces through the holes of the ankle cuff that gave her ankle and lower leg some stability.
Standing up, Maureen eased her weight onto her crippled leg and pushed
her skirt down, apologising to Pat for not being ready for her. Cramp
again, she explained. What can we girls do about it? she asked.
She said that when it struck, she had to take her boot off, wherever she
was, recounting that she once had to do it on a bus and struggled to
get her boot back on and missed her stop.
Pat laughed and sat down opposite, taking the opportunity to take a
closer look at Maureen's boot which dwarfed her eight inch build-up.
As she prepared to stand to collect Pat's new-look footwear, Maureen
explained her boot had been measured and made by a colleague called
Jenny who had set up a manufacturing unit near Sheffield, designing
footwear for polios tired of poor-fitting work from the NHS.
At a glance, Pat thought the boot's heel must have been 15 inches and the angle of the instep was quite steep ending in 12 inches at the toe end of the raise.
Maureen reached behind her chair to pull out a black, five inch high heeled shoe that she put on her right foot. She stood and started to walk to the desk where a box awaited.
Maureen took four paces there and four back, her high heel clicking and
her high boot softly thudding.
Like Pat, Maureen had a similar gait, the outside edge of the boot touching the floor first before the heel settled to take her full weight and striking off again on her toe.
But the difference was that Maureen's lower leg wobbled in the process, causing the boot to fling to the outside before it met the floor.
Of course, the elegance of the high heel made her look much more attractive and Pat thought for a while about being able to wear high heels, this time permanently on her left foot.
Maybe, she thought, Maureen could arrange a visit to her colleague Jenny. Maureen returned with the box and sat down opposite Pat, extending her polio leg in front of her, like so many polios, to take the weight off her lower limb, the heel swaying gently as it pivoted on the floor.
She took out Pat's adapted boot, telling her the ankle cuff had been
lengthened and reinforced to provide support and, hopefully, stop the
pain.
Lengthened it surely had been and strengthened, as well, with stiffening inserts cleverly hidden inside. She took it and placed the eight inch heel on the floor before inserting her foot into its confines.
Her laces were now very long and she placed the ankle – and now calf cuff - at the back of her leg. It came to an inch below her knee.
She laced it up all the way over a series of toggles just like the ones she remembered John had on his hiking boots. Maureen held the cuff as
she tightened it up, finishing with a neat bow at the very top.
The mid-brown leather was perfect match for the boot to which it was now fixed and the whole appearance was of one huge boot.
From the bottom of the eight inch heel to her tiny knee was 26 inches and she slowly stood, now not needing her crutches and stepped very slowly, one pace then two to look at herself in a full-length mirror.
Her pale green, pleated skirt was much shorter than usual.
It was, after all, a hot day. And as she had crutched from her home to the car
and from the car to Maureen's room at the hospital, she had enjoyed the breeze of air across her left thigh and her tiny right knee.
It was not often she walked on crutches with her right knee on view but her new ankle and calf cuff now showed off her crippled leg more than ever before - even when it had been encased in her unwieldy HKAFO.
Pat steadied herself at the mirror on her matching flat lace-up to look at the new boot, the matching brown laces ascending the front, criss-crossing from her toe to her knee.
The leather accentuated the thin leg, its shrunken, atrophied three inch diameter now looking more pathetic in its new, rigid polished leather tube.
Instead of her leg looking as it was being sucked into the ankle cuff, her whole leg now looked like a pole covered in leather, ending in a heel of eight inches.
She stepped around the room, watched by Maureen who walked with her, to see how she was adapting. After five minutes, Pat agreed the stiffness of the calf cuff was doing its job, the whole of her lower leg, flexed by the knee, was rigid and compressed, no longer feeling floppy and loose
Maureen agreed Pat should return in a week's time to see how she was getting on. Picking up her crutches, Pat swung her new boot out with more
confidence, the ankle now completely rigid, reducing the length of her
stride.
Back in the car, she sat to admire the leather-work and lacing as she prepared to go to work. She wondered how many of the staff would notice her new boot now.
– 03
Climbing up ladders wasn't one of Pat's favourite jobs at work. But with her colleague Alison away on holiday, she had to get client's files from the library.
She had arrived at the office without many people noticing her new boot, after all they were short-staffed and very busy.
But, at least, she thought, someone would have seen how much more upright she was now, with less of tendency to lean into her right leg stride.
Her unmodified boot had none of the rigid ankle support now afforded her by the leather that rose up her tiny leg. It had meant her ankle had wobbled each time she had put her large, ungainly boot on the ground.
Her arrival meant she had no crutches, her twin companions while she was waiting for the new boot to arrive. No one was around to share in her pride, new way of walking, no crutches and a chance to see her in a short skirt.
What must she do to get any attention around here? she thought. At least when she got back home, Mark would appreciate her new look.
No one had seen her except Martin, the legal trainee who occupied the next office. He had been at the photocopier when Pat arrived and stole a glance at the leather ankle and calf support that was laced to just below her knee.
He had watched as she hauled it by, smaller strides than usual, but the effect, he had thought, was dramatic. Pat moved from her office to the library next door and saw Martin through the glass partitions that separated the solicitors' practice work spaces.
She looked at the steps, mounted on lockable rollers and moved them to the section she needed to access, wondering if she would be able to climb the seven steps to the top platform.
She had done it a couple of times before in an emergency and then she
remembered scuffing her boot's raised front as she plopped the huge thing on the aluminium steps.
Now, to all intents and purposes, her right leg was stiff below the knee and she felt more in control of her huge piece of footwear. But she had her shortest skirt to worry about today, having set off from home on crutches, her right leg flailing about.
She had forgotten, she would then go to work wearing her modified boot.
Somehow, wearing a short skirt with her short leg without its boot seemed less provocative.
The boot, now it had its smooth and shiny leather below-leg-length, neatly laced and tied cuff, looked more sensuous she thought, gazing at it as she placed the eight inch heel at a slight angle on one side to study its full effect.
Making sure the ladder would not move, Pat put her left leg in it's flat brown shoe on the first steps, grasping the side rails with her hands before heaving her right booted leg up.
Nice and stiff, no wobbling here, she thought. The sole of her boot reassuringly clunked into place on the step, enabling the second step to be taken, then the third and the fourth, fifth and sixth.
Pat paused to look down, realising that her movements had hitched up her short pale-green pleated skirt even shorter so her short leg could be seen from the heel of her boot, up her tiny, leather-encased limb to her bony knee and up her thigh where her light tan stocking ended in its elastic stay-up,
inches short of her white-pantied bottom.
Taking one hand from the rail, Pat pulled her skirt down as far as it would go, her modesty restored but secretly showing off. After all most other women showed off a bit, she thought, even at her age.
But polio crippled women were not allowed to be sexy, she had been told all her adult life. But why not, John had taught her it was all right - but that
was in private. Sometimes, she yearned for times when she could be a
show-off like the other women at work. Now, she could perhaps practice,
alone in the library.
Her thoughts were suddenly halted when she heard the library door open
and saw Martin appear at the bottom of the steps. He explained he had
seen her climb up and asked if she needed any help.
He had obviously been watching her steady ascent from his office and
had arrived at the right moment for him but not perhaps for Pat.
He was looking directly up her skirt, comparing her muscled left leg with her atrophied right. Both shoe and boot were side beside on the fourth step and he drank in the sight of her stocking tops below her buttocks, the right buttock sagging slightly inside her white panties, showing where polio had destroyed muscle.
Where Pat's left thigh was nine inches in diameter, her right was four,
straggling down to her fleshless knee and the pole-like lower leg, looking slightly larger than it actually was because of its taught, leather bonds.
Martin's eyes were level with the Pat's boot and he had placed his
hands on the rails as if to catch her if she fell.
Surprised by this, Pat didn't know what to do. Caught with her panties
clearly on view and unable to descend fast enough, she stood there,
unable to move.
She told Martin she was all right, thank you and decided to make the last step up to the platform with Martin insisting on holding the rails to steady the steps.
Pat tried to look embarrassed to send Martin on his way. But she took one hand from the rail to try to pull her skirt down but to no avail. She pulled herself to the top step , knowing Martin was taking in the eroticism of her disability.
His eyes were fixed on her thin right leg and his right hand had crept up the rail to touch the new ankle-calf cuff. She felt him touch it as she found the file she needed, placing them under her arm.
But she didn't look down and the sensation sent a tingle up her spine. She amazed herself, doubting that she had enjoyed it so much.
Martin continued to gaze up at her when she turned her head and said she was coming down. He reached up to take the file from her and placed it on a desk before reaching up the rails further, steadying the bottom of the ladder with his foot.
You look as if you're enjoying this, Pat said to herself as she reversed, left foot then gripping the rails to land her huge boot on the step below.
At each movement down, Pat could feel the inner excitement of showing
off. She had never done it before this way but she knew how much her
admirer enjoyed it. She could tell by his nervous attention, smile and clear desire to touch her crippled, high booted leg at every opportunity.
She was facing up the ladder, two steps down when she felt more of his
attention. Her boot was now at his chest height and she was about to
hang its heaviness over the step to dangle it and drop it below her.
She hoped it would find its own way there.
But she felt her tightly-bound leather-clad leg grasped and fed onto
the step. Knowing it was Martin, she looked down at him. A sheepish
grin was on his face as he looked up at her, his hand holding the eight
inch raised heel ready for her next step down.
He guided the boot and its tiny leg to the remaining steps until he was on his hands and knees, looking up her skirt as she finally made it to the floor.
Pat said she was grateful for the help, saying no one had veer been as
attentive before to his disability. It was a comment that made Martin
even more encouraged as he opened the door, commenting that it had been
his pleasure to help and would at any time, if Pat wished.
Taking her file, Pat swung her leg slowly in front of her, making sure
Martin followed her. He opened her office door and watched as she
walked her awkward, heavy walk to her chair. She looked up at him,
smiled and said another thank you.
As she sat she hitched up her skirt to over mid-thigh and with both
hands lifted up her boot, its rigid ankle and 26 inches of heel to
below knee leather.
She rested the boot on the desk, facing him.
Martin's jaw dropped as he gazed up her thin leg - sucked into its
rigid surround - right up to the front of her white panties.
Pat thanked him again as she turned to read the file and Martin left,
shutting the door behind him.
Got you, thought Pat, shaking with excitement. Never had anyone at work I could tease and show off to before, she thought. But I have now.
Encounter - The bus (儿麻)
An older polio lady was waiting for the bus and as I was walking by, I
stopped and joined the queue to watch her movements. She stood the
third in line and I was tenth and was worried she would get on the bus
well ahead of me.
Fortunately another bus arrived and I was left directly behind her. I hoped the next bus would not be like the one just gone because that had a low platform at kerb level and I wanted to see her climb steps.
Her right leg had a full HKAFO, I could make out the outline through her knee length skirt, the ischial ring protruding at her buttock. The leathers were black and it was an old calliper in black iron and the supports were rounded but only flat at the join at her boot.
She wore a black boot with a three inch raise and the straps were tucked in all around her callipers. Her leg was thin and slung to the outside of the calliper when she stood still and then it stretched taught when she shifted her weight.
The bus arrived two minutes later and my heart raced when I saw she would have to climb three steps to pay her ticket. I followed her and waited until she had climbed to the top of the steps before climbing on so I could see above her knee straps.
Her stretched limb flopped as her boot hit the top step. Her left leg was also atrophied but there was no brace although her foot was bent inwards and there were still drill holes in the heel for a calliper.
The lady was tallish, say 5ft 9in, with black hair and not very well
dressed. She paid her ticket and was forced to sit on a side bench
because there was no room down the bus.
As she sat, I realised her calliper had no bend and her leg stuck out, partly blocking the way for me to grab a hand rail. So I stood by her and watched as we went down the hill into town.
She tried to move back into the seat to let me pass and pulled on her calliper to get it to go to one side. I said I was happy to stand there and we struck up a conversation, trying to keep my eyes off her calliper, knee cap and assorted leathers surrounding the black iron.
I noticed her built up boot had a new tread on it. As the bus hit a rut, her callipered leg bounced up and she caught the inside rod and held on to it for the rest of the journey.
When we got to the bus station, a destination I had boot planned to go to until I saw her, she shuffled to the edge of the seat, and planted her boot on the floor and hauled herself upright.
Then with as much dignity as she could muster, she put her hand round to her backside and pulled her skirt down from where it had risen and caught in the brace above her knee, revealing yet more leather and a curious metal band that must have stopped her leg flexing backwards.
I followed her down the bus as she started a curious gait, first left leg forward, pausing and pulling her right in line with her left foot, forward then pull, and repeated.
She got to the driver and asked if the 1pm bus was running back and when
she was told yes, she smiled at the driver who seemed to know her and
thumped down the steps to the pavement. I said goodbye and remembered
she would be back for the return journey two hours later.
The woman pulled herself away from the bus station and was soon, to my
dismay, lost in the crowd. But as 1pm approached I went back and saw
her waiting at the bus stop, carrier bags in both hands.
She was leaning against a railing and her callipered leg was pushed out to one side so she was taking her weight on her "good leg." The toe of her
raised boot was scuffed and she was reaching down to her cuff above her
ankle strap as I approached her.
I greeted her, saying something like she had had a busy time shopping and she said she had fallen and broken the cuff strap.
Her leg was now wobbling between the uprights as it was no longer held by the cuff and as she pulled herself upright, her leg pushed awkwardly into the outside calliper.
I felt too embarrassed to help and as the bus arrived I offered to take her bags as she climbed on. Free to use both hands she pulled her calliper up the step and as she did so, I saw the flesh tighten and then relax as her boot hit
the floor with a jolt, almost spilling the leg out past the calliper.
She was clearly in some pain and I could see that the shiny calliper
was grazed on the outside, the point of impact from her fall and her
skirt was torn at the point where her calliper and knee cap had
punctured the material.
I followed her as she carefully hauled her way up the aisle and sat in an outside seat so her leg could stick out into the aisle. Fortunately there were only two other passengers and they had sat at the front. I rested the bags on the seat in front of her and sat in the seat at her side to engage in conversation.
She was clearly grateful for my help and I asked her if she needed to get her calliper repaired. She said she would and had another at home, a new one she had not tried before but she would have to now.
I learned that her name was Ellen. When it came to her stop, I carried the bags to the pavement, passed them to her, said goodbye and set off to my car which was parked nearby. I could see her walk slowly up the street to a two-storey block of flats.
At each step, her leg would bulge out past the broken cuff and pull in again as the calliper was raised for the next step.
She went in through the door. Since then, I have seen her at the bus
stop and around the city. We have been for a coffee together but I dare
not tell her of my fascination for her walk and her amazing calliper.
Encounter - The new KAFO(儿麻)
I do know a lot of polio women by luck and design. But this encounter
brought me the closest I have been to seeing a KAFO in all it full-
length glory.
I have known ---- for a few years and knew she was getting a new left calliper, having been measured for it at the hospital's appliances department because the stirrup had worn the socket in her shoe and made it hard for her to walk at all.
After ten weeks it arrived and she went for a fitting and that week I met her at the adult education centre where we went to different classes.
She arrived and looked very smart, I could see her new calliper under her skirt.
Unfortunately the stair lift was working (it had been out of action) and I had hoped to walk with her upstairs, to get a look at the new NHS handiwork under her skirt.
But no such luck. We arrived at the top of the stairs and walked into the hallway where there was no one else, we were early. We chatted and she said the calliper was tight, probably because it was new.
Then, without any embarrassment, she pulled up her skirt to show me her new ride and joy!
The most noticeable thing was the new brown leather, so new that it was
stiff at the buckles and the thigh cuff, which must have been eight
inches long, was laced beautifully.
It started just at her crotch where she put a discreet hand and told me "this bit" (the thigh cuff) was tight but if she slackened it off, her leg was not easy to move.
I felt like kneeling down and getting a better look but the sight of her KAFO
must have lasted just seconds, I remember saying something like "That
must be uncomfortable."
She said her knee pad, delightfully taught with two small buckles above and below the knee, was rubbing her.
I took a longing look at her calliper, remembering the shiny newness of the steel, the light brown leather and the shiny cuff between her knee and ankle and the t-strap at her ankle.
She dropped her skirt as if to say that was the end of the conversation and smiled.
She said it was nice to get new shoes at last and I admired the brown lace-ups and the new stirrup holes drilled into the heel.
We said goodbye and she walked off to her class, walking a bit slower than usual, probably uncomfortable with the laced-up thigh cuff digging into her, her callipered leg swinging out to the side and around in an arc.
He Hooks a Good One(儿麻＋截瘫＋截肢)
Jenifer (or "J" as she liked to be called) pushed her custom Quickie Q7 wheelchair into her kitchen for a lunch break. Her morning patient was gone and her new patient would be here in a couple of hours. J is a physical therapist and specializes in amputees.
She wheeled up to the refrigerator and opened the door for the tuna salad she had made that morning. She slid the locks up on the hip joint portion of her HKAFOs (hip, knee, ankle, foot orthosis) so she could lean forward into the fridge to get the container. She kept her left hand on her braced upper left leg so she would not fall forward on her face. After getting the container and setting it on the counter, she slid the locks back down putting her upper torso at a 90 degree angle to her legs and secure in her chair.
J had polio when she was 8 years old and it left her with paralyzed legs and hips. She had no movement at all and her legs and pelvis were very atrophied. Unlike a spinal injury, she had full feeling in those areas and full bladder and bowel control. She wore long leg locking knee braces with spring loaded ankle joints. There were straps above and below her knees, a strap at the top of her leg and knee pads with straps. Her right leg was about an inch shorter than the left and sometimes she wore a built up shoe.
She had not learned to walk when she was young and growing up because of the complete paralysis. During her training as a physical therapist, one of her class mates asked if she would be her "patient". She was fitted with braces that allowed her to learn to stand and take a few swing through steps. She found that she loved the feel of the braces on her legs and with the hip belt around her lower torso she could sit in her chair much easier and work with patients.
J is 25, 5'6" tall, 118 lbs, a pixie haircut that was very easy to take care of, 32D breasts and dark completed because she tanned so easily. She lives in a totally accessible house with a pool and areas to work with patients both inside and outside. Her parents had been killed in an accident and she had received a very large settlement after their deaths. She did not need to work but enjoyed working with amputees and did not charge them very much. She also was a devotee and probable wannabe. She only worked 3 days a week seeing only 2 patients each day.
J cleaned up after lunch and decided she would rest a while before her next patient. She went to the bathroom, cathed herself and transferred to the bed to stretch out and get out of her chair for a while. She had a trapeze on her bed to help get in and out of the chair and move herself around in bed. After she got comfortable she thought about Sue.
Her morning patient, Sue was a right hip disarticulation from cancer. She had been married but her husband left her after seeing what the surgery had done to her looks. A local Doctor friend had recommended her when J was just getting her practice started. J took Sue as a friend and no money changed hands because Sue did not have much. At first Sue was very depressed about what had happened to her but gradually J had been able to show her she still had a full life before her. J got her interested in a prosthetic leg, instead of just learning to use crutches, and helped her learn how to use it. They became good friends and when they went out together J showed her men were still attracted to her, with or without the leg.
J got to thinking about one hot afternoon, and after a session of talking sex and both of them being crippled. J suggested they get in the pool to cool off. Sue did not have a swim suit and J said she swam naked when no one was around. Sue said it was not like J had not seen her without much on as when they were first getting the bucket for her hip to fit properly, she had very little and at times nothing but a t-shirt on anyway. Sue grinned, stripped naked and asked J how she could help her get the same way.
J transferred to an exercise/therapy table, undid her skirt and showed Sue how to undo the velcroed straps on her braces. Sue had been very interested in J's polio and effect on her. She had always asked lots of questions while they were together. They both had mentioned that they thought each other was very sexy with their braces and prosthetics showing. Both had their pubic areas shaved completely, Sue because of the bucket her hip fit in and the shape of it in her pubic area and that it pulled her hair. J because she catherized herself during the times she had her HKAFOs on. It was much easier than getting on and off the john and no hair was more sanitary during the cath procedure.
J lifted herself up and Sue, while leaning her pelvis against the left side of the table to balance herself, lifted J's legs out of the braces and removed them from the table. J lay back down. Without the plastic foot supports, J's toes fell forward to the table. Sue put her hands on J's left leg and moved them up and down the leg, lifted the leg and moved it around. Sue remarked how the leg felt as if it was lifeless with no resistance to it. It was the first time Sue had touched J's legs. The knee rolled outward and pulled J's vaginal lips apart and Sue could see how wet she was. Sue asked J whey that was and J said because one, Sue was "playing" with her useless legs and two, J could see Sue's hip "stump" while she was standing there. She always got wet when she looked at Sue. Sue took J's hand and placed it where the leg was supposed to be. J could feel how wet Sue was and they looked into each other's eyes and nodded their approval to continue.
They knew each of them had never been with another woman before but that each of them had looked at each other in a sexual way, mostly because both were very crippled and that aroused both of them. J had talked about wondering if she should become some type of amputee and Sue said she loved seeing how crippled J was and how sexy her movements were as she did things. Sue noticed other crippled people more also, now that she was crippled. She also had become a devotee and liked the fact that she was an amputee.
Sue moved her fingers up the inside of J's thigh, up her very wet slit and over her clit which was very distended, and continued up her very smooth, shaved abdomen to her breast. It stood out from her chest wall with very little sag even though J was on her back. Sue very lightly moved her finger tip over the nipple causing it to get even larger and harder. She did this for several minutes and J's orgasmic response caused her to arch her back and rock her head back and forth but her pelvis stayed still. The hand that was on Sue's hip stump clutched the area and J could feel the empty hip socket and then her fingers slid into Sue's vagina causing her to orgasm also.
J brought her fingers to her mouth and licked them clean. Sue trailed hers back down J's clit and slit and gathered a finger full of moisture and licked her finger clean. J laughed and said it was time they both got in the pool and cooled off!! Sue had great balance now and a lot of strength in her left leg. She helped lift J's legs down as she transferred to her chair. They both moved over to the lift by the side of the pool and J transferred to the lift and down into the pool. Sue just watched the show with a big grin.
Sue dived in and they both swam several laps and J moved over to the steps and sat. Sue swam over and stood before J which put her breasts even with J's mouth. Sue was 23, only 5' tall, 90 lbs (with leg missing) and barley an A cup. Her nipples were very large and long though. She never wore a bra and J had always wondered what her breasts were like...now she had them right in front of her. She learned forward and took a nipple in her mouth, sucking and tonguing it, holding the suction as she moved her head back letting the nipple pop out of her mouth. Sue had both hands on J's shoulders to steady herself and moved her breast back into J's mouth indicating she wanted more.
J felt free now to move her hand back to Sue's hip stump area and explored the whole area while moving her head back and forth between Sue's nipples. Sue moaned that J's hand felt so good on her and that no one had ever touched her like that before and for that matter she had not had sex since she lost her leg.
J asked her if she would like to watch her get out of the pool from the steps instead of the lift and move over to the pad at poolside. Sue said that would be great and such a turn on as she loved to watch J sometimes struggle to do things with her paralyzed legs just flopping around. Sue watched as J's breasts wiggled around as she moved out of the pool and moved herself over to the pad. As J's Legs flopped around Sue could also see her pussy lips. Sue hopped up the steps and over to the pad also. She had become quite good and hopping around on one leg.
On the pad they laid by each other then J pushed herself over on to her side by Sue and started kissing her, lightly at first then each of them opened their mouths and their tongues did a dance together. Sue moved her hand down to J's pussy and started pulling on her large, long lips slowly moving her finger into her vagina. They were looking into each other's eyes and Sue gently pushed J back over on to her back. She started kissing her way down to J's breasts and moaned in pleasure as she kissed and sucked J's nipples. Her breasts were so firm yet soft to the touch. Sue paused and spread J's legs apart and worked her way down to her dripping pussy. Using both hands she pulled J's lips apart and licked the moisture and flicked her clit causing J to jump, at least her upper body did!
Sue put her tongue as far as she could stick it and then slid a finger in along side of it reaching for J's G spot. When her finger hit it just a few rubs caused J to have a tremendous orgasm, her vagina to spasm and clinch her finger and tongue.
After calming down, J asked Sue to swing her pussy up to her mouth so she could return the pleasure. J had never tasted a woman before and Sue was almost gushing so she started lapping and licking as fast as she could. That set Sue off and she was licking J' clit and soon.... BUZZ, BUZZ, Buzz.... J was startled and then realized that she had fallen asleep remembering one of the good times she and Sue had and it was time to get ready for her new patient. Her hand was between the upper leg supports of her braces rubbing her clit. She was very wet and had gotten her skirt wet.
She got up off her bed into her chair and into the bathroom to clean up. She threw her skirt and blouse in the hamper and went to her wheel-in closet to get another blouse and a pair of slacks. She grabbed a bra from the dresser and transferred back to bed as it was easier to get dressed there than in her chair. She struggled getting the slacks on smiling thinking about Sue watching her. She finally did and pulled herself upright and locked the hip joints so she could put her bra and blouse on. She never wore a bra around Sue but since this was the first meeting with her new patient she thought she should look her best.
As she was wheeling down the hall to her office the bell rang. Tim, the driver from the rehab hospital was standing there with another man smiling down at her. He introduced her to Rob, and Rob to Jenifer and said he would be back in a couple of hours to pick Rob up. Rob looked a little surprised to see J in a wheelchair but followed her into the treatment area. J directed him to a chair and parked a few feet in front of him. Tim had handed her an envelope with Rob's medical records and referral so J asked if it was ok for her to glance through the package since she had not seen them before. Rob smiled and said that would be fine.
Rob had lost his right arm about 4 inches from the shoulder and his left arm half way up from the wrist and the only bone left was the radius. Most of the muscle and tissue from the fore arm was gone also. Both stumps were ace bandaged. It was Rob's wish to be fitted with hook prosthetics. He had been an electrical worker and got in contact with a high voltage live wire. He says he remembers nothing of the accident that happened about 2 1/2 months ago. They talked about the various types of prosthetics some that included a 5 finger hand. He indicated he had seen all of those and still preferred the hooks. He had talked with several patients at the rehab hospital who were arm/hand amputees and they all said that hooks were the best way to go.
J asked Rob how he felt about what had happened to him. Rob hesitated some, looked J in the eye and then said he had gotten over the shock, pardon the pun, of the loss and was ready to move on. He was looking forward to being able to do things for himself again. J had noticed him looking at her chair, legs etc several times but he did not ask anything. Only the ankle spring joints showed from her slacks to the top of her shoes. Her blouse hid the waist belt from her braces.
J said she needed to examine his stumps, if he did not mind, so she could determine how the healing was and when he could be measured for the prosthesis. She had him move to a bench where she could move her chair next to him, helped him remove his shirt and unrolled the bandage on the right, short stump. It was healing nicely and she touched several areas asking if it either had feeling or hurt to be touched. She could feel the end of the humerus through the end skin flap. She asked him to move the stump around and at times put pressure on it to see how good the strength was. This was all to determine how well he was going to be able to use the prosthetic. She kept him informed as to what she was finding and what she thought about things and what she would do to help him move forward.
She then turned to the left arm. It looked like it was not all healed yet and was still swollen. Rob said that arm had become infected and it was removed about 3 weeks after the right arm. The ulna had been removed at the elbow joint and only part of the humerus was left and it came to a point with not a lot of muscle and tissue left in the lower arm covering it. The hope was that what was left would provide a better working arm than having lost it all at the elbow. Only time would tell. Again, J went through the same drill to see what hurt, was numb, and how much muscle use he had.
As J was working with his stumps she realized that she was becoming aroused from being able to see and touch them. She rewrapped them and helped him with his shirt. J went over with him what she planned to do, use exercise to try and strengthen the arm muscles left and get the right arm fitted first. One because she did not want him to learn bad habits with the longer left arm that they hoped would be able to function much better. Two, it needed to heal more. She wanted him to come 3 days a week in the afternoon for therapy. Rob agreed and said he was looking forward to getting started very much. He had a great smile and J really liked him and his attitude.
Rob finally asked J why she was in the chair and she explained the whole thing to him. He seemed very interested and asked several questions. J could see that he had also become aroused and wondered just what was going on in his mind. Something she would have to talk with him about. The time was up and Tim was back to pick him up. Rob smiled and stuck his right stump out for a "hand" shake which Sue complied with both hands around it and also with a smile.
After Rob left, J went back and reread the information packet that was sent. She sat and thought about what had happened this afternoon and it seemed that something was going on with Rob. He seemed ok, (happy?) with being a double arm amputee. He also seemed very interested in J being disabled. J decided she would have a talk with him after the next session and was very interested in what he had to say.
On Friday Tim was back with Rob and Rob and J went outside to the treatment area by the pool. Sue had on a skirt that came just to her knees showing lots of braced legs. She noticed that Rob had a noticeable jaw drop when he first saw her but recovered quickly. She had told Rob to dress for comfort and he had shorts and a t-shirt on. She sat him on a bench that she had good access with her chair and helped him get the shirt off. She removed the bandage on his right stump, examined it for healing and explained how they were going to do exercises that would help in use of the the prosthesis to full advantage. They spent some time with him moving the stump in various directions and J putting pressure on it to resist its movement in that direction. Rob never complained about anything that was done and put his full effort into it. She rewrapped the stump tightly and asked him to have someone loosen it when he got back to the hospital.
J then started in on the left arm. After removing the bandage she examined it and then said that all they were going to do today was apply some special cream and massage it in to help healing and improve the circulation. J put the arm on a clean, sterile towel, put some gloves on and dipped her fingers into a jar of white slippery cream. She applied it to the lower arm and started rubbing it in.
After a few minutes Rob had his elbow flat on the table with the stump sticking up in the air. J was rubbing it up and down and all of a sudden they both got a startled look, looked each other in the eye and started laughing. Rob asked if there was an extra charge for this service which broke them up again. It looked like J was masturbating him. She did not miss a stroke and kept at it until the cream was well rubbed in. During this she asked Rob to pull against her to flex the arm in as if trying to pull it into his body. She explained that it was important to have the strength to lift the arm up as it would fall back down easily. J wrapped his arm tightly with a clean bandage and reminded him to have it loosened when he got back.
She then asked if they could have an open honest talk and that he was not in any kind of trouble. J just needed to understand some things so she knew how best to help him. She also warned him she was very direct and expected him to be the same way. J looked him in the eye and asked if he was a wannabe? Without hesitation he answered yes. She then asked him if he had wanted to be an amputee. Yes he said. Did you get across the electrical wires on purpose? No, it really was an accident as he could have died he said. He had wondered how he might become an amputee some day. He did not care if it was arms or legs and he did want both of either gone.
J then asked him if he as a devotee? He hesitated just a few seconds and again answered yes. She asked what of? He said women in wheelchairs with braces on. He kept strong eye contact as he said this. He said he had wanted to be an amputee for a long time but had become a devotee since he was in the hospital.
J thanked him for being so open and honest with her, that it meant a lot. She then told him that she was also a devotee, liked very much to be around amputees and that she was very glad she was in the chair and paralyzed. She grinned and said she, like him, was very aroused. She could tell that he had become very aroused as she was massaging his arm. Rob was embarrassed about that and said he was sorry. J said not to worry, she took it as a complement.
J then told Rob that she was going to have to think very hard about the next steps. She could not become involved with a patient. Rob said he understood and that he was sorry she would not be teaching him what he wanted to learn. J said she needed to think over the weekend what would be best and she would let him know on Monday.
On Monday when Rob arrived, J told him right away that she could no longer be his physical therapist under contract with the rehab hospital. She gave him a paper that stated that due to unforeseen events, J would not be able to keep Rob as a patient and the Rob understood this and there were no hard feeling between them or the rehab hospital.
Rob signed the paper and was very dejected as he did so. (He had a pen attached to a band that went around his left stump and had learned to scratch out his signature.) J had maintained a very solemn face. As she placed the form in a folder she looked at Rob and smiled. She asked him how would he like to sign himself out of the hospital and move in with her! J would continue to teach him how to use prosthetic arms. Rob could not believe what she had just said. He was speechless for several seconds and then took J in his arms and gave her a one armed hug. They held each other for several seconds. J explained that she felt something for him and thought he felt the same for her. She said she wanted more time to see where things went. J said that he should say that he was moving in with family and she would stop seeing patients for a while. Her current 2 patients were almost done with therapy and ready to be on their own.
J suggested that Rob go back to the hospital now, sign out, gather up his stuff and take a cab back to her place. She said she knew a special driver that she would call to pick him up now and bring him back when he was ready.
Rob was back in a couple of hours and J showed him to his room which was fully accessible, ready for any type of patient J might have. She had several patients that had lived there so she could work with them full time to get ready for their future. None though, had been as special as Rob. She helped him put his things away and then Rob said he had something he needed to ask her. He said he had two problems, one of which she was already aware of, smiling at her, and the second she was not. He paused for effect and then said he needed to go to the bathroom and pee. J got a jaw dropping looking on her face and apologized profusely to him. She said she thought he was using a Texas catheter (a condom like devise that rolled over the penis with a tube at the end running to a leg bag). Most arm amputees used it until they got their prosthetic arms. J said that if he did not mind she would be more that glad to go with him to the bathroom and that she would be taking care of whatever needs he had from now on. Rob said he was looking forward to it and was not the least bit embarrassed.
The bathroom had both a wall urinal and a john. The urinal had more room around it so J directed him to it, unzipped his pants and pulled his penis out. He was semi hard, uncircumcised and she pulled the foreskin back and aimed him towards the urinal. When he finished, she shook it, pulled a towel from the dispenser and wet it, wiped him off, returned it to his slacks and zipped him up. Neither J nor Rob seemed the least bit embarrassed.
J locked up the patient area and she and Rob sat on the deck by the pool. J suggested they go out for dinner to celebrate and she also did not feel like cooking tonight. Rob was a little hesitant as he knew he could not feed himself and J put him at ease by saying she understood, it was not a problem as the place she was thinking about was one she used all the time to let amputees learn how to eat but not be in the spotlight. With that info Rob thought it would be a great idea.
J said she was going to change and asked Rob what he wanted her to wear. He asked if she really meant it and J said sure, name it. Rob asked if she would mind going without her braces and J said if that was what he wanted sure, that was fine....what else? Rob said a short skirt so he could see as much of her legs as possible. J grinned and said fine with her, she thought her atrophied, useless legs were very sexy. Rob just grinned and said the rest was up to her.
J started towards her bedroom and Rob asked if he could come and watch. J said sure, she had seen most of him so time to reciprocate. She got a skirt and almost see-through blouse from the closet, a brown, silk camisole with spaghetti straps from the dresser and moved over to the bed. J transferred to the bed and stayed upright with her hips locked in a 90 degree position. She removed her skirt, blouse and bra, and started un doing her brace straps. She pulled the silk camisole over her head the put the blouse on. She looked up at him and said she would be glad when he could help.
She used the trapeze bar, lifted herself up and clear of the braces and moved them to the far side of the bed. She no longer had the support of the hip band and lay back onto the bed. Both of her legs rotated outward and Rob could now see that her pubic area was shaved. J pulled both of her legs to her chest and then pulled the skirt over them and rocked herself side to side until she had it up around her waist. She grinned at Rob knowing he had now seen every inch of her. She also knew he had seen her not put any underwear on.
She grabbed the bar and pulled herself to a sitting position and then with the other hand on the chair transferred back to it. She lifted each leg with her hands from the bed to the chair foot plate. The skirt was only half way to her knees and the silk camisole left very little to the imagination. For now she left the sleeveless blouse unbuttoned. Moving back to the closet she found some shoes and letting her chest fall forward onto her knees, placed the shoes on her feet and moved them back to the footrest. She also put a 1 ½ inch Velcro band around her lower legs and the wheel chair footrest rail to hold them in place so they would not bounce off the footrest.
She then pulled a strap from the closet and placed it around one handle and the back of the wheelchair, across the opposite shoulder and across her chest between her breasts and fastened the Velcro strip. This kept her from falling forward, possibly out of the chair if she was using her hands for other things other than keeping herself upright. Without her braces and lower waist strap, he was helpless that way.
She looked at Rob and asked him what he thought? He just shook his head finally said that next to losing his arms that was the sexiest thing he had ever experienced in his life. He bent down and kissed her.
J asked if there was anything he needed to do to get ready and he said if he looked ok to her, he was ready to go. She said he looked fine. Rob did ask if there was any way he could go without the bandage on his left arm. J thought for a moment and said sure that would be fine and removed it. J had also noticed that was not the only thing that was unsupported. She knew from earlier he had no underwear on.
They went to the garage and J pushed the button to lower the ramp on her van. While it was coming down, she opened the door to let Rob get into his seat and put the seat belt around him. He took advantage of the fact that her face was in front of his at this time and kissed her again, this time they held the kiss a little longer. J rolled her chair on the lift and pushed the button to raise it up, backed in the van and then rolled over to the steering wheel. She anchored her chair and then started and backed the van out of the garage.
On the way to the restaurant, Rob kept looking over at her. She finally asked what he was looking at. He said he was watching a very sexy, very crippled woman in a wheelchair. One that kept him in an aroused state all the time. She replied thank you very much and did you notice how wet I was when you were watching me get dressed? He just shook his head yes and licked his lips. At one of the stop lights, J buttoned a few of the blouse buttons. She also placed a light jacket that matched her skirt over her exposed upper legs.
After a short drive they arrived at what turned out to be a country club. It had a golf course, swimming pool and tennis courts. She was waived to the curbside past where the other cars stopped by one of the valets. He said hello Ms Long and welcome back as she rolled the window down. J lowered the ramp out, moved her chair on to it and lowered down to the sidewalk. The door for Rob had already been opened. The car was left at the curbside for J because the valet could not drive it without a driver's seat.
They moved into the clubhouse with several people saying hello to her. She showed Rob around a little and then they went to the dining room. The receptionist, Linda, greeted her also by Ms Long and they chatted briefly about family and then she escorted J and Rob to their table. It was in its own room, private drapes pulled on three sides with a view out over the pool and golf course. The window was tinted so no one could see in. A chair was already missing to make room for J's wheelchair and Linda moved Rob's chair back and then scooted it up to the table for him as he sat. She said Ruth would be with them shortly and to enjoy their evening. Linda looked at Rob and gave him a big smile. She added that since it was a week night they were not busy so they did need to be in a hurry.
Ruth came right in and took their drink orders. Ruth called J by that name and it was obvious they knew each other. After she left, J said to watch Ruth walk and that she had seen the big smile Linda had given him. J knew Linda was a devotee and loved amputees.
J unbuttoned her blouse and removed the jacket from her legs letting Rob have a full view. Since she was sitting in her locked chair at the table, she removed the belt holding her up. She pulled the blouse as open as she could get it so Rob could get the full view. J's nipples were very hard and distended so they could not be missed protruding thru the silk camisole. The spaghetti straps let it hang very low letting lots of cleavage show. The top was just above her very large areola.
J was sitting on Rob's left side and he was able to move his stump over and touch J's leg. He slid it up and down her leg and said happily he could feel that on the end of his stump. There were several areas of skin that had no feeling when J examined him. They looked into each other's eyes and enjoyed the moment.
Ruth came back in and took their orders. They had looked at the menu and decided what they wanted. Ruth asked if J wanted it on one plate or two. J said one plate would be fine. Rob watched Ruth leave and then smiled at J saying right AK, left BK. J said right, Ruth was a double leg amputee. She had been one of her patients and done very well on her prosthetics. You had to really watch her to know. All of the servers wore slacks so you could not see anything of her legs.
While they were waiting for their dinner, J asked to move to Rob's other side as she was right handed and it would be easier to feed him.
J asked him when and how he became interested in crippled people? Also why had he wanted to become an amputee? He said he was not sure why he became interested in crippled people; it was just something that he became aware of when he was about 12. He had a cousin that had been born without an arm and he was in awe of how she got along so he wanted to become that way also. About 14 he found he masturbated thinking about it and when he saw someone in a wheelchair.
J said that she was also about 12 or 13, after she had polio, she noticed other crippled people. Being crippled and seeing other people like that became a sexual thing with her also. She indicated she had never had intercourse with anyone but had had other types of sex with a couple of people. She found that a lot of people, male and female were attracted to her as a cripple. By the way she said to Rob, she did not like the words being disabled when referring to herself. She thought it had a bad meaning and preferred the word crippled as it conveyed what was wrong with her much better. Rob said he agreed with that also.
Ruby served the dinner and said on the way out that she would not bother them again unless summoned by the call button. J fed Rob the first mouth full and he said it was very good. J alternated forks of food with she and Rob and they enjoyed a great dinner. As the food was running out J told him that feeding him was one of the most sensuous and arousing things she had ever done.
With J on the right side of him he could lean over and run his stump up J' s legs and pushed it all the way to her slit. J was very wet. She could not move her thighs in any way but did not resist in any way with her hands, words or looks what was happening. She looked into his eyes and said that what he was doing felt fantastic.
Rob pulled the stump back and licked the moisture from the end. J said she wanted some desert also and for him to get her some. He repeated the motion and she licked the end of the stump also. She told him she was looking forward to him using that stump on her but to not do it for a while as they both did not need to risk getting an infection from the not fully healed arm.
They were both stuffed from the meal and J summoned Ruby for the check. Rob wanted to pay but J said it was her treat tonight. She left Ruby a large tip and they prepared to leave. J again buttoned a few of the buttons on her blouse and put the jacket over her legs, re hooked the chest belt and they went out to the van. The same valet ran over to the van, knew where to push the switch for the lift and opened the door for Rob. J handed him a tip as she backed into the van and told him good night. As they were pulling out of the drive she explained that the teen was Ruby's son.
On the way home J said that she was sorry she could not hold Rob's stump but both of her hands were busy driving. One hand was on the wheel and one on the hand controls that worked the gas and brakes. She said she would make up for it later.
When they got back to the house, J asked Rob if he needed to go to the bathroom and he said yes. After, since it was a nice night out, J removed her blouse and shoes and helped Rob change into shorts and they sat by the pool. J said since it had been a busy afternoon she had missed putting cream on Rob's stump. She had brought it with her and began rubbing it into the tissue. Towards the end of the session she brought the end of the stump against her nipple and moved it around.
J asked Rob when the last time he had cum was. He explained that one of the night nurses that took care of him when he was first injured had been good to him and relieved him a couple of times but that was several months ago. J rolled into the house and came out a few minutes later with nothing on and crying. She explained she had been looking for condoms; she had had some that were used for texas catheters but could not find them. Looking at Rob, she said she did not want to take a chance on getting pregnant so they would have to wait till they got some. Rob said he understood and thanked her for wanting him that way. He said it would be hard, pardon the pun again, but he would manage to wait.
She asked if he wanted to get into the pool and she stripped him and then herself and they went for a swim. He was a little apprehensive at first as he had not been in water since the loss of his arms but found he could float on his back quite well.
Rob had moved to the steps and was watching J swim laps. She swam over to him and kissed him fully on the lips pushing her tongue into his mouth. Rob drew her to him with his stump and they kissed for several minutes. J backed away and put her hand on his hard dick and stroked it up and down. She looked at him and apologized for teasing him so much today and then not doing anything about it. Something she wanted also, very much.
J then asked Rob if he really understood her physical condition. That she could not move her legs or pelvis at all, that if they had sex she could only lie there, unmoving. She said that she had some control over her vaginal muscles but not sure if it was enough to satisfy him. She had never had another man inside her so just did not know what would happen and did not want him to be hurt or disappointed. Rob said he did fully understand all of that and it was what attracted her to him, she was so crippled; that whatever she was able to do with him would be fantastic.
J then said she had another question for him; how did he feel about children? She could not use most of the types of birth control because of the risk of leg blood clots. With them being paralyzed, not being able to use the muscles posed a risk of clots forming. Condoms reduced the spontaneity of sex. Rob said he had thought about children even before his accident and felt he did not want any. J said she felt the same way. How would he feel about her having a tubal ligation? He said that would be great with him, would she prefer he have a vasectomy? J said he could if he wanted but she wanted to go ahead with the tubal anyway so there was never any fear in her mind of getting pregnant.
She also wanted Rob to be the first man to have intercourse with her. Rob could not believe what he was hearing as he did not think any woman would want him with no arms and add to it that he had found the crippled woman of his dreams! J had been stroking him all this time and asked him to move up one step so he was clear of the water. She then started sucking his penis into her mouth. It did not take long for him to say he was going to cum and she released him and jacked him off with her hands all over her chest. Needless to say Rob produced a lot of cum. He used his stump to rub his cum into her breasts and nipples.
After, J used the same exit as she did with Sue, struggled up the steps to her chair with her legs flopping around so Rob could watch. By the time she was back in her chair, he was standing hard again.
They agreed that a shower was in order and headed for J's bedroom area. J asked Rob if he wanted to watch her cath herself and she said sure. She moved forward to the edge of the chair seat and explained everything as he squatted down in front of her his head just a few inches from the action. J had washed her hands and put a belt around her chest to keep from falling out; she spread her long, thick vaginal lips and washed the area with a special anti-bacterial wipe. Keeping her lips spread, she picked up the catheter with bag attached and dipped the tip into some lubricant she had placed on the sterile wrap. She then inserted it gently into her urethra. She kept pushing it in until urine flowed into the bag and then in a little more. J kept it there until the flow stopped and then slowly pulled it out all the way. The bag was quite full when she was done. She put the cap back on the catheter and put it and the bag in a special can she had in the bathroom.
She rolled into the shower, transferred to her bench and put a strap around her chest so she did not fall. Rob joined her and after the water was adjusted, J washed Rob all over, naturally paying close attention to his penis. Rob was able to do a pretty good job of soaping J with his stump and she remarked that was good exercise. He said as long as the hot water held out he was good for all day.
After rinsing J off, Rob sat on the shower floor and moved up between J's legs. He immediately kissed his way up her legs to her long, full pussy lips. J yelped and grabbed on to the support bars as Rob forced her legs open. Rob could tell she was very sexually wet as opposed to being water wet. He lapped, licked and stuck his tongue in as far as he could get it into her pussy. As he pulled out and sucked her clit into his mouth, J orgasmed big time. Nothing moved below her waist but her head and upper torso spasmed for several seconds. Rob worked his way up getting to his knees, to J's breasts sucking each nipple back and forth. He used his stump as much as he could to massage them. J put her hands around his head telling him what a great lover he was to her crippled body.
J then took Robs' penis and jacked him off again, wanting to get rid of the old cum that had built up in his body so next time she could take him deep in her throat. She rinsed the cum from both of them and they dried off and got out of the shower. J kissed Rob deeply and told him he had to sleep in his own room in his own bed as she did not trust either one of them to not fuck each other tonight!!
J went with Rob to his bedroom to be sure he had everything he needed. He said he slept in the nude and J grinned saying she did also. Was easier than getting tangled up in the sheets. They talked for a while about what the plan for tomorrow was. J had no patients as it was Tuesday. She needed to get on the phone with her doctor for an appointment to get her tubal done. Rob thanked her for the best day of his life so far and J agreed. With a parting kiss, J headed for her bedroom.
J transferred into bed, turned the lights out and with a big grin on her face, thought about what had happened in the last few days. She remembered the first time she took him to the bathroom and saw his long, thick penis and it was only semi erect. Today she saw that it got even bigger. J moved one hand to her nipple and the other to her slit which she found was still wet. It did not take long with the thoughts running through her head, pulling on her nipple and rubbing her engorged clit for her to cum. With that she fell asleep.
A sound woke J up and looking at the clock she had been asleep for several hours. She again heard someone and figured it was Rob. J grabbed the bar, moved her rear into the chair and then moved each paralyzed legs down off the bed on to the foot plate. She released the brakes and headed for the living room on the way to Rob's room. As she entered the living room she could see him silhouetted at the glass sliding door on to the patio. She quietly said hi and asked what he was doing. Rob said he was not sleeping, got up to the bathroom and came out to look outside. J asked if everything was ok and Rob said it could not be better. He was more content than he had been for a long time.
J said she now knew what was going on with her......when Rob was playing with her breasts in the shower, they were tender. Her period was going to start and that was why she was so Horney. She always got that way during that time. J was hoping that the doctor would be able to do her tubal right away so no more eggs would pass and she would be safe. Rob bent over and kissed her and said what ever happened, he was ok and not trying to hurry her into anything.
J could see in the light coming in the window how small Rob's dick was and leaned forward and sucked it into her mouth. He turned to face her squarely and enjoyed what was happening. J played with his balls while sucking him into a harder and harder state. She looked up into his eyes as he was watching what she was doing. A few seconds later she took him all the way down her throat with her mouth touching his balls again looking up into his startled face. This was something Sue had taught her to do starting with a peeled banana and working up to a large silicone penis. J had been saving it for the right person and that was Rob. He was amazed at how long she could hold her breath before moving him in and out of her throat.
J went on for several more minutes slowing down and pulling on his balls when it felt like Rob was about to cum. Finally she wanted to feel him squirt and kept going on him taking him deep again as he started to shoot his cum. Milking him with her throat almost caused him to collapse. He did straddle her legs and sit on her lap with his legs over the wheels of her chair. They kissed and he could taste his cum. He needed her breast with his stump. The rough bandage gave J even more stimulus than the smooth tip did.
Rob finally got off her lap and told her how much her was looking forward to having an arm with a hook to use on her clit. J answered it was her dream also. The both returned to their rooms and fell asleep.
Later that morning Rob was in his room looking at a DVD on the computer on how a prosthetic arm and hook worked. There was still some question as to how well one would work on Rob with his short stump and muscle damage from the destroyed muscle the electricity had caused. He knew he would work hard to make that happen and would not care if it only worked partially; just having an arm with a hook was the main point. Having two was icing on the cake!
J came speeding into the room, grabbed him and gave him a big kiss. She was very excited as the doctor could do her tubal on Thursday, day after tomorrow!! J had talked with Sue and she would come over and drive them to the hospital and bring J back. The surgery would be done on an outpatient basis. Did Rob want to go along? He said without question he wanted to be with her.
They talked about the things that needed to get done as J would be out of commission for a few days. She had already called her Friday patients and canceled their therapy. The first thing was to get to the store for groceries.
J told Rob that Sue would be available to help out if needed also. She did not mention anything about her being an amputee, wanted to surprise him. Sue did have a boyfriend/lover now. He was also an amputee, a left hemipelvectomy and left AE. She had confided in J that she could not believe how deep her lover could get in her with their opposite legs missing fully and cock and pussy free to get together.
Rob asked if he could go along to the store and J said she was counting on it. When they got to the store Rob could push the basket with his hips and keep it under control with his stump. J said to just be careful and not bang it around or burse it.
J went to get dressed. She transferred to the bed and put her braces on and placed a skirt opened up on the seat of the wheelchair. She mostly wore skirts that were totally cut up the side so they would open fully and were kept closed with a Velcro strip. Each one came to just above her knees so her brace knee pads showed. These skirts were much easier to get in and out of. She grabbed the bar, lifted her rear around so her legs would slide off the bed. With the HKAFO's on she could not leave her legs on the bed and move them over on at a time. She rotated to the chair and locked her hip joints and pulled the waist of the skirt up and fastened it. She started to get a bra out but smiled and left it in the dresser. She put a sleeveless sweater on and looked at herself in the mirror and liked what she saw. She knew Rob could tell she was braless but anyone else would have to look closer.
They got in the van and the first stop was the grocery store. The spent some time there and J went into the pharmacy area and pick up a box of male and female condoms. She gave Rob a huge grin as she placed them in the basket. The female clerk at check out just smiled at J as he ran them through.
They made several other stops and J asked how Rob felt about stopping for lunch at a more public place than they were last night. He said no problem, that anyplace that he was with her would be great. That earned him a big, wet kiss. During lunch when J was feeding him she whispered in his ear how wet she was getting!
They got back to the house and J put everything away. All Rob could do was watch the show, seeing J move around in her chair, held rigid in her braces. J looked at him and knew what he was doing. She very much enjoyed why she was being watched. Once as she came to the condoms in the bag, she wheeled over, put them on the counter in front of him, leaned forward and kissed the tip of his penis sticking up in his pants and went back to work. When she got back to the bag, she turned sideways, cupped her breast and mouthed the word "soon".
After they were finished with putting stuff away she said that it was time for her to put the cream on Rob's stump and tighten the bandages for a while. She started with the short right stump, said it looked great and next week she would have the rep from the prosthetic shop come and measure him for his arm. She then applied the cream and said she thought in about 3 more weeks the left arm would be ready but part of that would depend on how well he was doing with the right arm. Rob was very glad to hear that things were progressing. He asked how long she thought it would take for the arm to be made and J said about 2 weeks then another few days for adjustments.
After putting the cream on Rob's left stump, J washed her hands and wheeled back out to the patio where he was sitting. J asked if Rob was interested in helping her out of her braces. She knew that really turned him on big time. She transferred to the exercise table and while she was still sitting up, undid the leg straps and hip belt. She lifted herself with the trapeze bar and Rob was able to pull the braces out from under her legs.
While still holding on to the bar with one hand she lifted the sleeveless sweater she had on up and over her head. She switched hands on the bar and threw the sweater into her chair with her skirt. All the while this was going on Rob had been standing beside her and they had not broken eye contact. He finally looked down at her beautiful breasts and used his left stump to rub over her nipples. After a while J lowered herself down to the table on her back and let go of the bar. Rob leaned over and kissed her sticking his tongue into her mouth.
After a few minutes of kissing and touching, J pulled Rob's shorts down and he stepped out of them. J asked him if he had thought of the best way to be able to make love to her pussy with his big hard on that she was stroking softly. He said he had thought about it and was wondering if she could get her hips to the end of the table and fold her legs back to her chest. He could then walk up to her and enter her pussy as the table could be adjusted up or down for the best height. She grinned and said she had thought of the same thing! She removed a rubber from her chair pouch and Rob stood next to her as she rolled the rubber down his hard cock. It was already dripping pre cum.
She grabbed the bar with one hand and using the other hand used the remote to extend the rod holding the bar out some, towards the end of the table, and then lifted herself up, straightened her legs out with her hands and then moved down the table some more. The trapeze devise was fully remote controlled in and out and up and down so with some effort she was able to move herself down by repeating these steps without having any control of her legs and hips. Rob was able to help her control her legs as she got to the end of the table and helped lift them so she could pull them back to her chest.
J moved the table up a little to be at the proper height for Rob to enter her. They kissed and Rob rubbed J's nipples some more and finally J pushed him away towards the end of the table saying she could not wait any longer. Rob was able to rub his cock up and down her slit and said it looked like J was starting her period for sure. J asked if he wanted to continue and he replied by pushing himself all the way into her. It was a good thing that J could not move her hips as the jolt of having all of him in her in one shot caused her upper torso to really react. J almost let go of her legs but was able to maintain control of them. She thought the next time they used this position she would strap them down so he could use her hands more.
Rob started moving in and out of her and because the table was just a little high, the tip of his cock was slanted upwards and rubbed over her "G" spot with each stroke. He went in very deep each time and his pubic bone crashed into her clit giving her 2 jolts with each stroke. After only 2 or 3 minutes J came hard and her pussy clamped tight on to Rob's cock making him cum also. J could feel him filling the rubber with his cream. She forgot to hold her legs grabbing her breasts as she came and the left leg just fell against the wall the table was next to and the right fell down against Rob. J's orgasm and her moving her upper body around just caused it to flop around and finally as Rob calmed down he was able to control it with his left stump. J looked at Rob and said "was it good for you"? They both laughed a lot and Rob finally went limp and fell out of J's pussy.
Rob got a towel for J and put it on the seat of her chair and she transferred to it. She removed the rubber from him and they decided a shower might be in order. J washed Rob and then herself seeing that indeed her period had started. She moved her hips to the front of the bench and douched. She had brought a tampon with her into the shower and inserted it. She dried them and all she put on was a sleeveless men's undershirt and Rob a pair of shorts.
They went back out by the pool and made plans for the next several days. J had one patient tomorrow afternoon and then Thursday Sue would be by to take them to the hospital. J expected to be home by 4 but the Doctor had told her she wanted J to stay in bed the rest of the day. Sue would help with something to eat that evening and then wait for J's call to see if she was needed on Friday. The patients for that day had already been canceled.
They had dinner and watched TV for a while and went to bed. J had not put her braces back on after that afternoons first sexual intercourse between them, and the undershirt she had on had not done much to cover her up. Without her braces she had to be more careful about falling out of the chair so it took her longer to do things. She knew that all the while Rob was watching her struggle and J enjoyed knowing how much he enjoyed watching her and how much she enjoyed being so crippled for him. As she was helping Rob get ready for bed she was not surprised to find him hard again.
She went into the bathroom to the john, peed and changed her tampon. She was very Horney but was flowing quite heavy and was not in the mood to clean up a mess so she decided that getting screwed by Rob would be out tonight. She rolled back into the bedroom and transferred into bed alongside Rob. She pushed herself on to her side and he turned to meet her. They kissed and talked for some time. J told him she did not want to clean up a mess tonight but did want to enjoy him now. J moved her hand down to Rob's cock and started stroking him. He started sucking on J's nipples going back and forth to both of them. They became very distended and hard and he had J moaning very quickly.
J finally told him to turn around so she could get him in her mouth. He could move much faster and easier than she could. She started sucking and taking him deep in her throat. Even though he was very large and hard, since he had cum so much in the afternoon, he did not do so again very fast. That was fine with J as she wanted to enjoy him for as long as he could last. She began playing with his balls and finally wet a finger and stuck it in his ass moving toward his prostate. When she found and started massaging it Rob quickly started Cuming. She kept the head of his penis in her mouth wanting to taste and feel him as he did so. Her tongue was over his hole and she could feel the cum blast out of his cock.
J had been using her hand and fingers to play with her clit as she was doing Rob. She was about to cum when instead she moved her hand away to finger him. After Rob had cum she still needed to cum so she asked him to spread her legs apart and use the end of his stump to rub her clit and finish getting her off. He was able to do this without moving very far from her mouth and as he was doing her, she cleaned him off and started sucking again. It did not take long though, for him to hit the right spots and J came loudly rocking her shoulders from side to side on the bed. They both laid there for sometime catching their breath and enjoying the afterglow.
On Wednesday, the day flew by, J seeing her afternoon patient and Rob working in his room, looking at CDs on how to use his prosthetic arm. There were also various options to consider for both using one and then two arms as he would do eventually. He had spent the morning doing exercises, particularly with his right, short stump.
That evening J fixed a light dinner as she had been instructed to have by her doctor in preparation for tomorrow's surgery. She had noticed that her flow had reduced quite a bit and thought about him doing her in the pool. After dinner she removed the tampon and her braces and clothing and went out to the pool where Rob was. Obviously he was very glad to see her naked and she suggested a swim. She helped him out of his shirt and shorts and then pulled a rubber out. She looked up at him grinning and asked if he thought he might be interested in using it. He pushed his hips out trusting his hard on towards her hand. J rolled the rubber down and they got into the pool. Rob watched her transfer to the lift and then into the pool. He jumped in after her.
They swam laps for a while and then J guided Rob over to the edge of the pool. She had him back into the wall and squat down as the pool was not that deep. She pulled herself into him by holding on to the drain rim that ran around the pool. She spread her legs with one hand and lowered herself down on to his rigid cock. With him trusting up a little and her pulling herself up and down with her arms they were able to establish a rhythm. They could also kiss deeply and Rob could push his stump into her breasts.
It seemed to be a very comfortable position for both of them so when J felt Rob was getting close to Cumming, she would slow down some. She did this several times. She became more and more aroused and finally she let Rob shoot into the rubber and she followed him closely. She dropped her arms from the rim and put them around his neck hugging him to her. He twitched his cock in her as she was doing this sending a tingle through her. She reached down and held the rubber on him as he pulled out and they both got out of the pool. J removed the rubber and washed him off with the pool side shower.
They headed to the shower and then into bed. Rob spooned into J's back and his left stump went over her side and across her breasts. They fell asleep this way. Later in the night she awoke feeling his hard penis poking her. She reached behind and slid it between her upper thighs and her large, long vag lips. Her legs were so atrophied that there was quite a space there, just right for a penis to fill. The head stuck out in front but she left it alone as she did not want to wake him. With a big smile and contentment J fell back asleep also. In one way she was not looking forward to what was coming that day and in another she was very glad to have it being done. She was so looking forward to being able to feel Rob's explosive cum hit her inside her pussy without the fear of getting pregnant.
Sue arrived at 7 AM in her wheelchair. She was going to drive J's van and with no driver's seat, needed something to sit in. She rang the bell and Rob came to the door. His mouth dropped when he saw Sue, who had shorts on, in a wheelchair, and her very missing leg. She had made no attempt to hide the fact that her leg was gone at the hip. The leg of the shorts was tucked back, snugly, under her hip clearly showing the outline of where her body stopped. He pushed the screen door open for her and she rolled into the living room. He and Sue introduced themselves and she stuck her hand out to shake his stump which Rob had extended. Sue seemed to have held on longer than necessary and given him a big smile.
J came into the room and saw that they had greeted each other. Sue asked if she was ready to go and they all headed to the garage to get into J's van. They arrived at the hospital on time and got checked in and shown to an area to get J ready. After BP etc it was time for J to get undressed and into a gown. Sue stood next to the table and helped J get her clothes off as there was no bar to help her. J had not worn her braces. Rob and she kissed goodbye just as the anesthetist came in. Sue and Rob went to the waiting room.
The anesthetist explained that because of her polio she was going to give J a spinal. Sometimes the polio and gaseous anesthesia did not react well. J said she was aware of that and had no objections to the spinal. A nurse helped her roll over onto her side and it was administered. About 15 minutes later she was taken to the OR. J was also given a shot that put her to sleep during the procedure. A laparoscope was used for the tubal ligation. It went very fast and she was in the recovery area within 45 minutes. Rob and Sue were by her side after she had awakened. As Rob kissed her she whispered into his ear that she could not feel her pussy. She said to both Sue and Rob that she was glad she was not a spinal paraplegic for sure!
They got home around 4 as planned and J transferred into bed. Her spinal had not fully worn off and she said it felt very strange to have no feeling. She was used to having no muscle control at all over that part of her body but no feeling added a whole new demission. J drifted off to sleep and Sue and Rob went out by the pool. Sue had left the chair and was using just one full length crutch under her right arm to move about. She moved very smoothly that way and Rob was following her every movement. J had told him that Sue would probably want to go into the pool and with no clothes on. J said she had no problem with that happening in front of him but he could only look and not touch she said shaking her finger at him and laughing.
Sue and Rob talked about how they had lost their limbs. J had not said anything about that to Sue as he had been J's patient. Sue brought up that she enjoyed being an amputee and Rob did not hide the fact that he did also. He told her he should be fitted for his arm the following week. Sue said she would have to show him her leg sometime. Sue asked Rob if he minded if she took a swim before she fixed everyone something to eat. He said no and without effort she stood on her one leg, removed her top and shorts. She looked at Rob and said she understood that he wanted to see her stump and turned so he could get a good look.
She then hopped over to the pool. She glanced back at him and shallow dived into the pool. Sue swam several laps then pulled herself out of the pool and hopped back over to their chairs. Rob handed her a towel and she dried off standing in front of him and redressed. She picked up her crutch and went into the house to fix dinner. Rob just shook his head and smiled.
Rob went into the bedroom to see how J was doing and wondering if she could feel anything yet, rubbed his stump over her mound. J came awake and grinned up at him putting her hand on his stump and forcing it further down between her legs. He sat down on the bed and asked how she was doing. J said ok and was feeling some discomfort now that she had feeling again. She said she did not need anything for pain though.
He asked how things had gone earlier and J said very well. Everyone had been great to her. The doctor had told her that she had injected some dye into her tubes to be sure the right ones had been cut and the x-ray showed the dye flowing into her uterus. She said the makeup of the dye was not conducive to an egg surviving, so if one had been there it was not viable anymore and when she felt like it she could have unprotected sex. Rob leaned over and hugged J with his stump and they just spent some time holding each other.
Sue came in and said that dinner was ready and that she would get a tray ready and bring it in to J. Did she want them to join her in the bedroom for dinner? J said for sure join me. Sue fixed the tray and using her wheel chair, brought it in to J. Sue fixed another tray of food for her and Rob and again, using her chair, took it into the bedroom. Since J was supposed to stay flat until morning because of the spinal, Sue said she would not mind at all feeding Rob. He seemed a little embarrassed by this but soon got over it.
After Sue cleaned up the dinner dishes she crutched into J's room and asked her if J wanted her to spend the night. J said it would not be necessary as she was feeling ok. Sue said that she would be going then and Rob went to the door with her. They said good night and he thanked her for all the help today. Sue fixed the door so it would lock as she went out and said good night. Rob headed back to J's room and they watched TV for a while. J had dropped off to sleep so he got the TV off and went into his room to sleep so as to not disturb J.
Rob woke up the next morning to the smell of bacon and coffee. He stopped in the bathroom to pee (he had learned how to do so by himself using the wall urinal) and then into the kitchen. J was belted into her chair with no braces on fixing breakfast. She said the torso belt on her HKAFOs went right across where the small incisions for the scope were. She thought it would be good to go without them for a while so they would heal faster. She poured him a cup of coffee and gave him a sip while she finished the bacon and eggs. They sat, and J fed him, and they watched out the sliding door to the pool area.
J said she felt pretty good but had gas pains in her abdomen. This was typical after that type of surgical procedure. Nitrogen was used to inflate the abdomen to push the skin up from the organs to make the surgery easier and safer. Sometimes all of the gas cannot be removed and it takes a couple of days to be absorbed. She said her period was still with her and so thought she would just take it easy today. After they got the dishes cleaned up they headed for the shower. The rest of the weekend went by without much going on.
On Monday the lady, Sara, that was going to measure and make his arm prosthesis came at 9 am. She was also a bilateral AK amputee and wore shorts showing off her prosthesis. She had Rob lay on the outside exercise table and made a plaster cast of his stump and shoulder area. The three of them had a discussion about how long to make his arms. Since both of them should be the same length, it was important to start with the right side. Rob had no idea how long his arms used to be. Both J and Sara said that arms that were a little shorter than normal were easier to manipulate and would reduce the weight of them also. Rob said it did not matter to him and whatever they thought best would work for him.
J helped her decide on the best way to route the wires that operated the hooks and moved the arm up and down at the elbow joint. They also talked about the difference between the straps that would be used when Rob was wearing only one arm or both of them. It was decided that since insurance was going to pay they would redesign the system when they made the left arm and make another right arm with different straps at that time. After everything was decided, Sara finished the measurements.
After Sara left, they decided a shower would be the easiest way to get the plaster off of Rob. J washed him good and she spent a lot of time washing his cock. She put a strap around her torso and leaned over to shave her legs and pussy. She also shaved Rob's cock and balls. Sue rocked her hips over to the edge of the bench and douched, sliding the nozzle in and out several times while looking at Rob. Rob noticed the attention and asked if J was feeling better today. J said yes she thought she was back to normal. She had worn her braces for the first time this morning and there were no problems. Her period was done yesterday and the gas pains were gone. YEA!!!!
Rob used his stump to wash her good and after a good rinse, sat down on the shower floor and stuck his head between J's legs pushing them out of the way. He worked his mouth up her thigh and started licking her long pussy lips. He licked his way up to her clit and put his mouth over it sucking hard on it. As he did so he flicked his tongue over the end causing J to cry out in orgasm. Lucky for him her useless legs could not squeeze his head. They just flopped around some as her upper torso squirmed around. She was holding on to the grab bars so she would not fall off the bench.
After calming down she asked how he was going to get his hard in her. He said it was bench time at the pool again later. But he wanted her with her braces on and her bent over the end of the bench so he could do her from behind. He said he had wanted her with her braces on for some time.
They got out of the shower and dried off. They changed the beds and did some wash and cleaned the bathroom. Rob was learning to do more and more with his left stump. It was healing nicely and J had put a couple of butter-fly Band-Aids over a couple of areas that needed help staying closed so the skin would heal. She was leaving the bandage off of his right stump except at night. She was keeping the bandage on the left stump so it would tighten down and also to protect it as he was using it so much.
After lunch they went out to the pool and J said she wanted to "walk" some at the parallel bars. She removed her sleeveless undershirt which left her naked. J wheeled to the end, checked them for height and scooted forward on the seat of her wheelchair. She lifted each leg with her hands clear of the foot rest, raised it out of the way and then extended her legs out and locked the knee joint by pushing the drop locks down into place. She grabbed the bars with each hand and pulled herself up out of the chair into a standing position. As she stood straight the drop locks slid down over the hip joint locks keeping her in a standing position.
After resting for a minute she leaned forward on the bar with her hands a few inches and then lifted her body up and let it swing through as far as it would go. It stopped just a few inches past her hands. She leaned forward again and repeated the same steps until she was halfway down the bars. Rob had been watching closely, keeping an eye on her jiggling breasts, very skinny, atrophied legs braced rigid and her hips held firmly in the pelvic band attached to the braces. As J was turning and resting at the halfway point, he walked to the end by her chair and when she looked up at him pushed his shorts down his legs exposing his rigid cock standing out to her. J grinned and started back towards him. Rob could see the sheen of wetness running down the inside of her thighs.
J was tired by the time she got close to the end of the bars. It had been sometime since she had done this and after the surgery last week, her energy was gone. She was not able to lift her body and instead just drug her legs behind her towards her wheelchair. She finally made it to the end, turned, unlocked her hip joints and shakily lowered herself into her chair. She took a long pull from her water bottle and wheeled over out of the sun.
Rob sat down in front of her, pre cum freely running down his cock. J reached out, spread his legs and pulled her chair closer to him. She unlocked her hip joints and folded herself down so her chest was on her knees. She pulled his cock into her mouth and licked all the cum from it. She started to suck him off so he would last longer after he got in her but decided she wanted to feel the full force of him Cuming in her this first time.
After resting a few more minutes, she wheeled over to the end of the exercise bench, grabbed the remote and extended the arm towards her so she could reach the trapeze bar. Rob came over to her and they kissed and she stroked him while he rubbed her breasts with his stump. He finally moved out of the way and J grabbed the bar and pulled herself upright. She pushed the button and raised the table up until she thought it was right and then lowered her upper torso face down on to the table. She pulled her hands into her breasts and started massaging them and pulling on her nipples.
Rob stood behind her and was totally turned on by the sight of her very flaccid, atrophied rear end. The buttock muscles had no shape or tone to them at all. They were so atrophied that he could see down her crack all the way to her vaginal lips. She was very wet and his pre cum was flowing also. He used his stump to push his cock downward and moved closer, rubbing it up and down her slit. He finally put the head at her opening and very slowly pushed into J.
She was going mad by now with all the stimulation and wanted him in her NOW! Rob continued his very slow, teasing push until he bottomed out. Since J had no control over her pelvis she could not push back on to him getting the job done sooner. Rob stood there and flexed his cock using his Kegal muscle. J responded the same way. Soon he started moving slowly out and pulled out until his head almost fell out. Again he very slowly pushed back in. J came with the third thrust and Rob could feel her squeeze him. He almost came but was able to stop in time.
J could not believe the feelings she was experiencing with Rob doing her like he was. She could fee him bottom out against her cervix and wished she could mover her pelvis to a position that he could push into it. They would have to talk more and find a position to make that happen. All of a sudden she came harder than she ever had and just as she started down Rob pulled back and started another one. After that one J moved her hand with some difficulty to between her legs.
She searched for, and found Rob's balls hanging down, and circled them next to his body with her thumb and forefinger. She gently pulled on them as he started moving in and out of her pussy again. He started moving faster and faster and finally bottomed out in her and J could feel the cum move out of his body and up his shaft. She pulled a little harder and felt him explode against her cervix causing her to explode with her third orgasm. She could in no way explain how much better that felt than having the feeling dulled by the rubber condom.
With J pulling on his balls, Rob was able to stay hard for a few more minutes so he stroked in and out of her and then he went soft and he pulled out of her. He went over to the poolside shower and rinsed off and then came back to a resting, content J, put a towel in her chair and helped her get up off the table and into her chair. J had tears in her eyes and told Rob that she had wondered if she would ever be able to find a man that would understand her disabilities and put up with them and also be able to bring her so much joy and pleasure. He told her that he was very honored to be the one to provide it to her.