3 comments/ 34445 views/ 2 favorites Three is Plenty By: Scorpio1144 "You owe me." He stood by my desk and looked down at me like I was some kind of scum. "Yeah. I owe you. Ask me to buy you dinner. Ask me to take you out on my boat some weekend. Don't ask me to take your sister out on a blind date." "I know it's a lot to ask. Look, I know you'd like to go to the big scuba show at the Queen Mary this weekend. I'll pay for you both, and pay for dinner. Please." I thought if I didn't give in he would get on his knees and beg. "OK. I'll do it. Heaven help me if she looks like you." "She doesn't. She's blond, and I don't look like a woman but she does." He dropped a card on my desk with her name, address and phone number on it. She was visiting from Florida. She had been in an accident and had finished rehab and everything before she came out here to California to visit her brother. She would be staying at Bill's house with Bill, his wife and their two kids for two weeks. I was to take her out on Saturday. Oh well, at least I'd get into the scuba show for free and get dinner too. When I called her the next day she had been at Bill's about four hours. I introduced myself and asked her if I could take her to the scuba show on Saturday. She wanted to know if I was a diver, if I had a boat, and how long it took to learn to dive. She sounded really nice, and even a little sexy on the phone and I found myself hoping she would say "Yes" to my invitation. She did. I told her I'd pick her up at nine in the morning. At nine sharp I was standing on Bill's front porch feeling like some teenaged pimple ringing a doorbell, waiting for my date's Dad to open the door. Instead a beautiful young woman opened the door. She was blond, tall and beautiful. She was wearing a tunic top that was big enough to hang below her butt and yet snug enough to make sure I noticed that she had two wonderful, full breasts. Her smile was radiant and held my attention until I noticed that she also had on dark blue tights, or perhaps the right word is tight since there was only one leg. Her left leg was missing! Bill had set me up with a one legged woman! I had a fleeting thought about leaving, but that smile and the light in her eyes brought me back before I could move to leave. She grabbed the crutches by the door and came out. We walked to my truck and she told me how much she liked trucks, and the outdoors. She got in without my help after I opened the door, and I noticed that her leg was very shapely. I looked away, not knowing exactly what I should or shouldn't do. I focused on getting us on the freeway and then the conversation took the familiar course of two strangers trying to find enough common ground to like each other. I discovered that this was a hiker, swimmer, biker, camper who loved sports, loved being outdoors, hated hunting with anything more dangerous than a camera, and worked as a teacher at a community college in Vermont. She discovered (if she had already been briefed by Bill she never let on) that I am a hiker, swimmer, diver, camper, boater who loves being outdoors, loves outdoor sports, hates hockey, doesn't hunt, and works as an analyst in a consulting firm. By the time we had driven the thirty miles to The Queen Mary where the scuba show was being held, we were friends. As I watched the road and talked with her I got more and more comfortable with her. Every time I looked over at her I was surprised at how she radiated healthy, happy, pretty and sexy. I had two thoughts during that drive about taking her home to meet my Mom and Dad and marrying her. Then I noticed her missing leg, or noticed that there was a missing leg and it should have been there, and I had second and third thoughts about even being her friend. We wandered around the show looking at all the newest and shiniest scuba stuff and she charmed everyone. She would smile at someone, ask a few questions and have them smiling or laughing and treating her like family. The men treated her like family that they wanted to have sex with, but everyone liked her. She had me explain anything she didn't understand, and she asked me questions about what was important to me, and what I liked and didn't like until I was sure she knew me better than my mother. I saw myself in a mirror once and was shocked to see how huge my grin was, and later I saw it again reflected in something chrome. I was having a wonderful time. We stopped at a booth where a man was sitting behind a desk with information about a dive school and store that he and his brother ran in Huntington Beach. The man looked at Carol and asked, "Where'd you leave your leg?" His smile never wavered. Mine did. I wasn't to the place where I could ask that question. Before Carol could answer he rolled back from the desk to show that both his legs were gone from the knees down. "Shark got mine of the Barrier Reef nine years ago." he said. "Auto accident last January for me." Carol said. "Damn shame. You seem to be doing well. I'm glad." He turned his attention to two young men who had come in to sign up for one of their classes. Carol and I moved on to the next booth and she stopped and asked, "Were you curious?" "Yes. I didn't know how to ask, without seeming callous or something. " She looked me straight in the eye and said, "I like you a lot. I want to know you better than anyone knows you, and I want you to know me. I want to depend on you being able to say what you want to say and ask what you need to ask and I want you to know that I damn sure will. So far I've really enjoyed our date and really had fun, but if you don't make a pass soon I'm going to think you don't like me." Her smile would light up the continent, and she stood there aiming it at me. I took the invitation and stepped up to her and took her in my arms and kissed her. I started soft and slow and was met with a hot, willing tongue and a full body press that had my cock swelling instantly. After a long kiss we came up for air and noticed lots of people smiling at us. "I need a Coke and to sit for a while. Do you mind?" "That's just what I had in mind. C'mon." I headed toward the snack bar area with Carol right beside me. "I had the feeling you had something else in mind." Her smile had just a touch of lechery in it and she glanced at my now shrinking hard-on. "A Coke won't get us arrested." On the way to a nice quiet restaurant I know in the marina we listened to a James Taylor CD and talked about life in Vermont and growing up with Bill. She asked about my childhood and laughed at all the places in my story that I wanted her to laugh. At dinner we held hands and during desert she rubbed my leg with her foot. I wanted her. In fact I realized I had wanted her all day. I was about to say something suggestive when the waiter brought the check. After handing him my credit card I turned to her and said, "You said you wanted me to say what's there for me to say. OK. What's here for me is that I want you to come home with me and spend the night. I want to make love to you." She sat very still and didn't change expression until after I had signed the charge slip and the waiter had walked away. "My brother told me that I would have a good time with you today. My brother said you were a nice guy who was a little shy around women. My brother is sitting at home wondering how this date is going, and what time I'll be home. My brother can just sit there all night long if he wants to. I want to see your home. I want to be in your bed and I want to feel that cock I've been playing with inside my pussy. I'd say we'd better be getting out of here before I can't wait for a bed." At my home we were greeted by Bud my black lab and led to the bedroom by him as well. I slowly started undressing Carol and then asked if she wanted the lights off or dim. She said she wanted to see, feel and taste every inch of me so leave the light on. We did. When I pulled the tight down off her leg I did it slowly and kissed along the skin as I exposed it. Her leg was smooth, well muscled and well tanned. In fact her entire body was well tanned, with no tan lines at all. When I got to the part of our foreplay where I touched her scarred area I was surprised at how sensitive it was to my touch. When I kissed along the scar lines her breath became shallow and quickened. When I finally ran my tongue along the shaved slit of her pussy she moaned loudly and had her first orgasm. I tenderly tongued her lips and near her clitoris for a long time while I caressed every inch of her that I could reach while still applying my tongue to her pussy. After a number of smaller orgasms I could feel her getting closer and closer to a really big orgasm. I waited and when I couldn't wait any longer I sucked her clit into my mouth and sucked pretty hard while flicking it with the tip of my tongue. Every muscle in her body tensed, her head went back, and a very long moan came from her mouth. It started loud and got really loud. She shook and thrashed all over my bed. A torrent of her tasty juice spilled from her and soaked my face, neck and chest. I loved it! After a short rest, she asked me to fuck her. Being a gentleman, I did not have to be asked more than once. As I moved to be able to enter her she rotated onto her side, leg down. I had easy and complete access to her wet opening by straddling her leg. My balls felt her leg as I moved in and out of her pussy. She gripped my cock and moved like no other woman has ever moved with me before. We tried other positions and in every case the feeling created by not having two legs was incredible. We ended up back in the position we started with and when I came she used the muscles in her vagina to milk me dry. It was so exciting to see and feel myself as I bumped against the fleshy cushion where her leg once had been. I could not have lasted a second longer. It didn't matter. In that first night we made love over and over. We used tongues, hands, fingers, my cock, her pussy, the scars and every inch of both of our bodies. That was just over a year ago. Now she lives here in California, teaches here, scuba dives, goes camping and loves the outdoors. With me. Three is Plenty Ch. 02 "Honey, I need your help." Carol said at dinner. Carol and I have been together for nine months. We met on a blind date that her brother had arranged and we have been together ever since. Carol teaches at a community college near where we live here in California. Oh yes, the first thing that many people notice about Carol is that she only has one leg. About a year before we met she was in a car accident and her right leg was crushed beyond repair. She usually gets around on crutches and most people have trouble keeping up with her. "What kind of help do you need," I asked. She almost never asks for help so her request instantly got my full attention. "There is a really nice lady at the rehab center and we've become talking buddies. She's having some problems and I would like us to help her." "What kind of problems? And, how can I help?" "Pat lost a leg too and it's only been seven months since the accident. She feels worthless. A week after they took her leg her husband left. She was still in the hospital and he stopped coming to see her. She called him on the phone and he wasn't home. She left messages on their machine. After a few more days she called and the phone company recording told her that number had been disconnected. With all the physical stuff she had to deal with, having him just disappear almost did her in." "OK. I get it. You want us to be her friends and have her understand that not every man will run from a one legged woman, right?" "Yeah. She just was so slammed by losing her leg and her husband that she is seeing life from inside a well right now." "I know you have a plan. What is it?" Her plan was to go to her next rehab appointment and invite Pat to have dinner with us. Then we would befriend her, do things that could and would involve her and even introduce her to some people we knew who had already gotten past the "she-only-has-one-leg stuff". Carol went to her appointment and an hour and a half later she called to let me know they were on their way home. I made a Caesar salad, some angel hair pasta with a very light olive oil and herbs sauce and opened a bottle of nice red wine. I had already set the table for three. When I heard the car doors close I went and sat on our couch. Carol opened the door and she and her friend came in. I said "Hi" to them and got up off the couch. Carol pointed at her friend and said, "Honey, this is Pat." Before I could say anything Pat said, "Nice to meet you." I welcomed her into our home and asked them both if they were hungry. Carol is always hungry when she comes home from rehab, so I thought Pat would be too. They were, so I led them into the kitchen and they sat at the table. I served the salads and the wine. As we ate our salads I glanced at Pat a few times. In my mind I was comparing the two women. Carol is 5'9" and weighs in at 116 pounds. Pat is maybe 5'6" and 110 pounds. On rehab days Carol wears long shirts and a tight with her tennis shoe. Pat was wearing almost the same thing. Carol has the most wonderful, beautiful and sensitive breasts I have ever had the pleasure if becoming acquainted with. They are "C" cups. Carol is blond and Pat has dark brown hair. Both women have their hair quite short. When we were done with salad I took those plates away and served the pasta. At first taste Pat said, "He serves and he cooks. Carol, you are a lucky woman." "Shhhh. Don't tell him that too often, it'll go to his head." Carol joked. The two women talked about rehab and about Pat's healing process. I pretty well stayed out of the conversation. When dinner was over we moved back into the living room and I maneuvered things so they sat on the couch and I sat facing them both. Then the conversation turned. "Pat, you and I have talked about being friends. You know I want to be your friend, don't you?" "Sure. I'd say we are friends already." "Good. I want Nick to be your friend too. I can sense that he feels that too." I nodded. "And I think it will help if we tell you the short version of how we met and if you tell Nick about your life of the last year or so." Pat looked at me and then at Carol and finally said, "OK. Telling my story to Nick won't be easy but I'll do it. First, tell me about you." Carol told her the short version. She had come to California to visit her brother only ten months after her accident. Her brother worked with me and had set me up on a blind date with Carol. We went to a scuba show at the Queen Mary and the attraction was strong. We have been a couple since that date. Pat swallowed hard and told us the long version of her story. I never let on that I had heard it from Carol. Halfway through the story I refilled our wine glasses. When the story finished Pat had a single tear running down her cheek. Carol hugged her and while she did she signaled me to join them. I sat my wine down and went to the other side of Pat from Carol and joined the hug. When she felt me she tensed up for a few seconds. Then she took a deep breath and relaxed. As Carol ended the hug she kissed Pat. That didn't surprise me. What did surprise me was that she kissed Pat on the mouth. It surprised Pat, too. We broke the hug but neither Carol nor I moved away from Pat. A few quiet seconds passed and Pat said, "I think I had better go home." "Am I making you uncomfortable?" Carol asked. "I'm confused. You have Nick right here and yet you kissed me. What should I make of that?" "That I find you attractive and that Nick does too." "I do," I said. "But I'm not attractive!" "Why? Because you only have one leg?" Carol sat back. "Yeah! No one is going to want me. I can't do much for myself. Sometimes I wish I had died in the crash!" She was now crying openly. I had no idea what Carol wanted me to do, so I made it up. I took Pat in my arms and whispered in her ear, "You can do lots of things." She pulled back and said, "Yeah? Name one thing I can do!" I opened my mouth and the words came out. No thought. No plan. "You can let us love you." As soon as the words were out, both of us leaned to her and held her and kissed her. I had never kissed two women at the same time. I didn't even know it was possible. It is. For a long while we kissed each other and held each other. Then I changed the placement of my hands from one on Carol's back and one on Pat's to a hand on a breast of each woman. Carol moaned softly and Pat gasped. I stuck my tongue in Pat's mouth. She sucked it in and her tongue danced with mine. When the kiss ended I stood up. I pulled Carol to her foot and pulled her shirt up over her head, freeing her breasts. Her nipples were hard and pointed at Pat. Pat stared at Carol's breasts like she had never seen a woman's breasts before. Carol sat down and I pulled Pat to her foot. When she was standing I held her by the hips. She put her hands on my shoulders and looked at me wide eyed. I grasped the bottom hem of her shirt and slowly lifted. When I got to her arms she released one arm from my shoulder and raised it. I lifted the shirt a bit higher and she pulled her arm out of the shirt and put it back on my shoulder. I repeated the process and in seconds her shirt was on the floor next to Carol's. She was looking at my face, looking for signs of revulsion. They were not there. She was slender, and her breasts were perfect for her chest, full and with nipples that appeared to be slightly swollen. Her nipples were elongated rather than round, and her right breast and chest had a long scar that started on the outside of her breast and went down her side and into her tight. I gathered her to me and kissed her. When I broke the kiss I said, "You are beautiful." I gently helped her sit back down on the couch. The instant she landed Carol put her arm around her. I knelt and leaned to her chest. I breathed out warm air on her nipple and then slowly sucked it into my mouth. Carol used her hand and turned Pat's face to her and kissed her. I felt Pat's leg relax and she sat back against the back of the couch. I shifted and took her other nipple in my mouth. "Oh, it's so sensitive," she whispered. I gently and slowly flicked the nipple with my tongue. She moaned. I noticed Carol's right nipple was just an inch or so from my face so I released Pat's nipple and used my tongue to encircle Carol's nipple. Carol moaned and reached over my back to grasp Pat's breast. They continued to kiss. For a long time the three of us attended to the arousal of the ladies. At some point in the evening my erection needed urgent attention. I had been hard so long that it ached. I released both women and stood up. Hands went to my belt and zipper and in seconds my pants were at my ankles. Two mouths grasped my hard cock and I felt the rush of urgency as my load started for their mouths. "Oh! Oh! I'm already cumming!" Carol took the head of my cock in her mouth and I filled it. I held on to both their heads as I came. I thought my knees were going to give way, but they didn't. When I stopped cumming Carol released me and turned to Pat, and they kissed. They shared my cum! I was still so turned on that I didn't soften! Pat looked up at me after their kiss ended and asked, "Would you fuck me?" She looked at Carol and said, "Can Nick please fuck me?" Carol's answer was to lean Pat back and start removing her tight. I helped. When the tight was on the floor next to all the rest of our clothes I knelt and started kissing the inside of her thigh. As I started kissing I suddenly realized that Carol had her right leg and Pat had her left. Sitting as they were on the couch Pat's and Carol's pussies didn't have a leg between them. I reached under both legs and pulled them together so they were hip to hip. I stuck my tongue into Pat's very wet pussy and started eating her. I savored the flavor of Pat and the feeling of her pussy then I switched and moved over to Carol's wet pussy. Carol resumed kissing Pat and I switched back and forth from pussy to pussy with my mouth. I used my hands on whichever pussy I wasn't eating. They both tasted wonderfully! When Pat pulled my head from her pussy and up towards her chest, I took that as a hint that she was ready. I pushed my cock into Pat's pussy in one long slow push. She tensed when I started and then started pushing back. I didn't know how painful her stump might be so I pushed in deep but without touching her scars. After ten or so thrusts she said, "Deeper." On the next thrust I went in until I was pressed against her scars and her leg as well as being completely in her vagina. "Harder," she said. I increased the pace and the force that I used so that every time I hit bottom I hit hard. Carol positioned herself so that she could kiss Pat's face and she could fondle and torment Pat's breasts too. She also put herself in position where I could reach her pussy. When I reached for it I found Pat's hand already there with three fingers inserted. She pumped in and out of Carol in sync with my thrusts into Pat's pussy. It was not long until all three of us came. Pat came first and immediately Carol followed her. As they thrashed about on the couch I somehow kept inside Pat and as she was starting to calm, I filled her. When I had stopped cumming I withdrew and Carol had recovered enough that she slid onto the floor and sucked all the juices from Pat. I sat on the couch and both women cleaned me with their mouths. I looked at the clock and was not surprised to see that it was midnight. As it was Friday night Carol and I didn't need to get up in the morning and go to work. I invited Pat to spend the night. "On the couch?" she asked. "No. In bed with us," Carol answered. She leaned over and retrieved her crutches and Pat's. They got up and Pat followed Carol to our bedroom nude. I gathered up all the clothes and tossed them in the washing machine. I'd start it in the morning. When I arrived in our bedroom I noticed that they had taken their places in bed, leaving the spot for me in the middle. Each lady had her leg nearest the edge of the bed, and her pussy next to my place on the bed. We did get some sleep. And that was just the beginning of a new kind of three is plenty.