0 comments/ 35702 views/ 4 favorites Carny Ch. 01 By: velvetpie "Look at her." Lance clapped me on the back and drew my attention to the front stage of the carnival's freak show. I'd only come here with my younger brother because of his obsession with Jim Rose, but the moment I saw Lacey. I was hooked. She was sitting on a barstool on the stage next to a woman with a better beard than I'd been able to grow in my twenty years of life and she didn't look like the other participants. Their faces wore a mixture of sadness, anger, confusion and boredom but Lacey … she was beaming. When the barker came down to her, her smile widened and she swung her waist-length flaming red hair, her green eyes twinkling at the audience. "Last, but not lease, let me introduce you to the most beautiful woman in our show. Let's hear a warm welcome for Lacey, the Legless Lady." She raised her arms in recognition and polite applause filled the air. The barker continued his spiel about the upcoming show and the curtain swung closed, just as our eyes met. "Steven, let's buy a ticket." "Okay." I herded Lance over to the ticket booth, bought two tickets and let my brother precede me inside the tent. The show began a few minutes later and I sat through the performances of the other sideshow entertainers before it was Lacey's turn. "And now to mystify you with feats of superior strength, here's our beauty, Lacey, the Legless Lady." The red curtains parted and Lacey came out, her toned and trim body now clad in a sequin-and-rhinestone suit that hugged her torso like a glove. I could have sworn that she was looking for me because when her eyes caught mine, her smile made heat torch my cheeks. She bowed to the audience but I returned her bow, wishing that it was just the two of us in the tent. Maybe I'd get a chance later. Lacey began her routine, easily using her arms to propel her legless torso up the rope. She paused for effect at the top, then swung to the next rope, just barely catching it. People around us gasped and Lance grabbed my arm, his mouth hanging open. "Did you see that?" I nodded, unable to speak because I was afraid for her. If she missed the next rope, it was a long way down. Using the momentum from the rope she was swinging on, she arched her hips, let ho and sailed through the air. She caught the third rope and beamed, her gorgeous hair fanning out behind her. "Oh, my gosh!" I would have echoed my brother's words but I was holding my breath. The barker said something about the next trick and all eyes went skyward as the music changed, becoming dark and mysterious. She clung to the rope, her smile bright and cheery, as if she was trying to convince us that she was not facing death. She began to swing, stretching her hips back and forth to gain speed. Lance tightened his grip, his mouth still hanging open and I swallowed against the lump my throat, barely breathing. When the rope was swaying back and forth so high that she was near the rafters, she let go and stretched her arms out in a legless swan dive. It was so beautiful that it was absolutely breathtaking. Just as she neared mid-air, still in a graceful free-fall, a rope swung out of nowhere and wrapped around her middle. Her hands caught fast and the end unwrapped, winging free and she slid down to the bottom, slapping just as she reached the motorized cart that she'd driven onstage. With a salute, she released the rope and landed safely in the cart's cushioned seat. Riotous applause rent the air and Lance and I hugged each other, clapping like crazed, rabid fans. I breathed a sigh of relief, placing my hand over my heart when her eyes landed on mine. She smiled and pointed at the rear of the tent. I nodded, hoping that I was reading her motions correctly, that she wanted me to meet her at the back. "Come on, Lance." "What?" "We've got to go to the back?" "They're not done yet!" "Fine. You stay here and finish watching the show. I'll meet you at the car." "Okay." Lance turned away from me and we both watched as Lacey left the stage, smiling and waving and I excused my way through the crowd, heading for the curtained rear door and the huge man that gave me an evil eye. "Excuse me, sir, I'm here to see Lacey." "You and half the men in this room." He folded his massive arms across his equally as massive chest. "What the fuck makes you so special?" "It's okay, Brutus. Let him back." The sound of her voice made a cold shiver run through me and I smiled at her. "He's all right." "Okay, Lacey." She released the edge of the curtain, disappearing from sight but Brutus took a few long minutes to move, glaring at me. "You're only getting back there because she wants you back there but let me warn you, if you hurt her … " "I won't, Brutus. Believe me, harming Lacey is the farthest thing from my mind." Carny Ch. 02 Brutus pushed the curtain aside and I stepped into the murky darkness, remaining still until she invited me to sit down. I found a chair in the corner and held my breath as she lit a candle behind the dressing partition, showing her sexy silhouette. "So, you liked the show?" I had to clear my throat and coughed into my hand a few times before speaking. "Uh, yeah. It was fantastic." "Good." She turned to the side and I nearly moaned, my cock hardening in my pants when the heavy slope and thick nipple of her breasts came into sharp relief. "I wanted to make it good for you." "For me?" "Well, for you and the young man you were with. You seemed to really be into the show." "I was." I watched her slide a bra onto her body and fasten it, then follow with a blouse. "But it was because of you. I've never seen anything like what you did. You should be in Cirque de Soleil or something." "You think so?" "Are you kidding? I couldn't take my eyes off of you." "Really?" She came out from behind the screen in an aerodynamic wheelchair. "Even like this?" The sight of her smooth nubs made my cock harden more and I shifted in the chair to keep my jeans from pinching. I didn't know why but her legless state was turning me on something fierce and I stared at them, my mouth literally watering. "Yes." She rolled over to me and I could see the beauty of her face. Her wide eyes were a deep blue, like the Caribbean sea and her mouth was a devastating shade of rose. She reached out and touched my hand and the calluses caught my skin. Without thinking, I turned her hand over and rubbed my fingertips against them, massaging them thoughtfully. She leaned in and I caught the scent of oranges in her hair. "You want to fuck me, don't you?" A spurt of adrenalin shot through me at her words and her hand gave me a quick squeeze, effectively leaving me speechless. "I ... I ... " "Don't be shy. That's why I invited you back. I saw the look on your face and I knew it." She squeezed me again and I moaned, opening my legs wider as she left her hand in my lap, caressing the hard outline of my cock. "Yeah, I want to fuck you." "Good. I thought you were going to disappoint me for a minute." I grabbed her behind the neck and pulled her mouth down to mine while my hand searched for and fell on her warm knee, circling around the nub. As my tongue circled around her mouth, I let my hand wander along her stump, caressing the scarred flesh and absorbing the warmth of her skin. She shivered when I dipped in between her legs, smoothing upward along her thigh until I reached the cotton gusset of her thong. Wetness met my fingertips and our moans mingled. "Jesus, you're wet for me already." "What did you expect?" She answered my whisper. "It's not very often that a good-looking guy with blond hair and blue eyes wants to fuck me." "You're kidding me." I rubbed her cotton-clad slit, humming in appreciation as she pressed against my fingers. "A babe like you ... " "A legless babe like me." She corrected, breaking the kiss and pulling back to gaze at me. "You forgot legless." "I didn't forget." I slipped my fingers past the fabric and pressed into her hot box, loving the way she grabbed my shoulders and hitched her hips forward. "That's what's got me so hot?" "My having no legs makes you hot?" Her voice was shaking, quivering with emotion. "Very much so." Lacey whimpered as I pushed my fingers all the way into her, throwing that luscious head of hair back and emptying her lungs in one long gasp. Her pussy muscles gripped my hand and she came, greasing me from fingertip to wrist. I held her shaking body close, pulling my hand away and taking a deep whiff of her feminine essence. She tasted even sweeter. "Do you have to stay here tonight? Can you come home with me?" She lifted her head and focused glassy eyes on me. "I don't even know you." "My name is Steven." I carefully licked my fingers, enjoying every bit of her fragrant cream and I smiled at the dark look of lust that passed behind her beautiful eyes. "Steven Parker and I promise, sincerely promise that I will not hurt you and will bring you back here whenever you say." "I want to believe you," I heard the hesitation in her voice and gazed into her eyes, taking her hand and raising it to my chest so that she could feel my pounding heart. "But how can I trust you?" "You feel that?" I let her palm hear the pulse of my heart, then guided it down to my crotch, letting her feel how hard my dribbling cock was. "I'm at your mercy, Lacey. Your wish is my command." I gasped as she gave my cock a squeeze and her lovely face brightened. "I'm scared to death but my heart's telling me to trust you." Her lips connected with mine and I kissed her deeply. "All right, Steven. Take me home." Carny Ch. 03 My brother instantly fell in love with her. Lance's eyes popped out when I met him out front, pushing Lacey's wheelchair and he dropped to his knees in front of her, spouting flowery words of adoration. Lacey laughed and if I wasn't already in love with her, I would have been after I heard that beautiful sound. "You should have been a knight, Lance." "I am for you, milady." She laughed again and he took over for me, allowing me to walk next to her and smile down into her soft eyes. "Are you hungry? Lance and I haven't eaten yet." "I am hungry but ... " She looked down at her lap. The short pink skirt that she was wearing wasn't long enough to cover her stumps and I gathered that she was very self-conscious about it. "But what?" Lance stopped the chair as I bent down to talk to her. "Lacey, I promised you that nothing would happen to you and I intend to stand by that promise." "But people say things ... " "Let them say whatever the fuck they want." Lance chimed in, patting her shoulder. "You're on a double date." "Nobody will touch you, Lacey. Let's have some fun." Again, she hesitated but she smiled quickly, squeezing Lance's hand. "All right. Let's go." I let Lacey choose the place since it seemed like she didn't get out much and I was very surprised that she chose Chuckie Cheese, professing a love for video games. Lance wheeled her in and I gave him money to order two pizzas, a pitcher of beer, a pitcher of Dr. Pepper and singles for the token machine. I found a booth for us and helped Lacey move over, taking the pillow from the wheelchair and placing it in the seat first. When she was comfortable, I sat down next to her, shoving the chair out of sight and concentrating on her. "Is your name really Steven?" "Yes. Why, did you think I lied to you?" She nodded and I began to really realize what a treat this was for her. "I'm sorry. It's been a long time since I met someone who was really interested in me." "I don't know why, Lacey. You're such a fantastic person." "Sure, loads of personality but romance ... " "I'd date you if you lived here." "Steven, you're going to get to fuck me. You don't have to say that." "I'm not just saying that to get laid, Lacey. I can get pussy any time I want, if that's what you think." I saw her upper lip quiver and immediately regretted my words. "But that's not what I'm about. I want a connection with someone I'm sleeping with. I want to feel something when we cum together." Lacey's eyes were closed and bright jewels of tears glittered on her eyelashes. "When that curtain opened tonight, I don't know what happened to me other than I fell in love. I think those stumps of yours are sexy. I'm sitting here hard as a rock, fantasizing about touching and licking them." I leaned in close, seeing Lance coming toward us. "If you don't believe me, rub my cock again." She wiped her eyes quickly and started up a conversation with Lance, asking him about school. I put my arm on the back of the chair, letting my fingers rub her exposed shoulder and she leaned into me, much to my happiness. I slipped my arm around her and tried to smile when I felt her hand moving over my crotch, stroking first, then searching for the zipper which she quickly found. My entire body began to vibrate when her small hand fisted around my cock, blindly examining my rod. "You like to play games?" "Oh, yeah! I love 'em!" Lacey continued her conversation with Lance while she fondled and stroked me, finally settling into a rhythm that had my toes curling in my shoes. It didn't help that she was using her other hand to pull her skirt up, drawing attention to her rounded legs and I had to bite my tongue to keep from groaning. Her hand moved a little quicker, sending spikes of tingles through my torso and legs and I raised my glass of beer, hoping to disguise my response. The moment I swallowed, I was cumming, spurting a heavy load into her hand and I kept my mouth buried in the foam, gasping in release. "Lance, would you do me a favor? Grab me some more napkins, would you? I'm a messy eater." When Lance got up, she quickly poured my cream into a napkin, then cleaned me up, leaving me to zip my pants back up. I set my glass down, closing my eyes for a moment and letting my body enjoy the moment before my little brother returned. Lacey just smiled when I sat up, emptied my beer and poured a fresh one. "I guess I believe you." Carny Ch. 04 We ate and played video games for almost three hours and Lacey laughed almost that entire time. Children and their parents flowed by, some giving us dirty looks as Lance and I toted her around but we didn't let her think about it. We played game after game and racked up the tickets, cashing them in for silly things like candy necklaces and plastic jumping frogs. Lance helped me load her into the car and I pulled out, heading back to the house. "Maybe you should take me back." "Why?" Lance asked from the back seat. "I thought you were spending the night." "What about your parents? Surely they won't want me there." "Our parents are dead." Lance blurted. Silence filled the car and I patted Lacey's hand when I saw the look on her beautiful face. "They died in a car accident two years ago." "Oh." She paused, taking my hand and linking fingers with me. "I'm sorry." "It's okay. You didn't know." I sighed. "Lance and I have gotten over it somewhat." "So you're raising your brother?" "No, I'm raising him!" Lance yelled and we laughed. I told her about how much I loved Lance and that we'd weathered the losses together. My little brother clapped me on the shoulder and I gave his hand a gentle squeeze. We'd been through a lot and I knew that he was probably fighting tears, as I was. No one should ever lose their parents to a car wreck, especially when you have to watch them waste away on ventilators. I pushed the horrible images away, turning to Lacey and my heart caught at the tears in her eyes. "Don't cry, Lacey. Mom and Dad wouldn't want us to cry any more over them." I touched her cheek, letting my fingers linger. "So, are you spending the night or what?" A squeeze of her hand was my answer and I welcomed the weight of her body settling against me as we headed to the house. I parked the car in the garage and Lance got the wheelchair out as the door wheezed shut. I asked Lance to go upstairs and straighten up while I helped her out of the car and when I opened the door, I had to stop and stare. Her thick stumps were perched over the edge of the seat and her skirt was up around her waist, exposing a trim waist and a tiny thong, a slight dusting of red peeking out. "Like what you see?" "Very much so." My cock suddenly awoke, plumping with blood and pinching against the confines of my jeans. I lifted her under her arms and set her into the chair, bending and giving her a hot kiss that left me flushed. "Hey, that's not fair!" Lance came rushing over, throwing his arms around Lacey's neck. "I saw her first." Lacey rubbed his arms and gave him a hug. "Lance, as much as I appreciate your attention, you're too young for me." I could tell that Lance was upset and Lacey held onto him when he tried to pull away. "But I would appreciate having a brother. It's always nice to have someone to talk to, someone I can trust." I held my breath and waited for Lance to accept her words. "It's still not fair." He bent and tightened his arms around her neck. "But it's okay." We went inside and Lance had brought a nightgown of Mom's down for Lacey, making tears flood her eyes again. I helped her into the bathroom and set her in the tub, running the shower and waiting patiently while she washed. When she was done, I wrapped her in a towel and took her back into the living room, letting her sit between my legs and lean back against me while I toweled her thick hair dry. "This feels so nice." "I'm glad." I set the towel down and put my arms around her, drawing her close and pressing a kiss to the side of her neck. She giggled. "I want you to feel nothing but loved and cared for." "Thank you." Her warm heat penetrated my body and she rotated her hips, grinding into my crotch. "I'll thank you properly later." "Promise?" I turned her head and licked the rounded part of her ear. The shiver that went through her vibrated through me and we both softly moaned as our lips met again, her velvety tongue lightly stroking mine. "Promise." Carny Ch. 05 A movie and popcorn found the three of us piled together on the floor in front of the big screen TV. I tossed the pillows down while Lance took care of the popcorn and brought Lacey a cold beer. I lay down and Lacey settled herself against me and we watched a couple of comedies, laughing our asses off. It was good to see her laugh so freely; I had the impression that while her smile came easily, laughter did not. I found myself drawn to the beauty of her animated face and caught myself watching her as much as the movie. Finally, it was getting late and Lance's snore announced to us that he'd already fallen asleep. "I'll take him up to bed. Will you be okay?" "Yeah." I leaned over and gave her a gentle kiss, watching her eyes slowly open when I pulled away. "Be right back." I easily lifted my brother and took him up to bed, leaving him in his clothes and tucking him in. When I returned to Lacey, she had rearranged the pillows so that she was propped up and opened her arms to me. "Come here. I've been waiting all night for this." I pulled my shirt off and dropped to my knees, crawling into her arms and taking her mouth with a passionate kiss. Her large breasts brushed against my chest and I lowered a hand to cup one, letting my mouth follow and I licked her fat nipple through the silky material of the nightgown. She gasped and shivered, the hard bud rising and filling my mouth. I sucked it hard and she arched against me, pushing my head into her flesh. "Let's take this upstairs." She nodded in response to my whisper and I left her for a quick minute, making sure that the doors were locked and turning off the lights. I bent and gathered her in my arms, our licks locking as I stood and navigated the stairs, heading for the master bedroom. We both sank into the soft comforter on the bed, our tongues still softly moving together as I settled my weight against her. I started to rise, afraid that I was too heavy but she whispered, "No," and pulled me back down. Our gentle kisses grew hungry and I reached down and unzipped my pants, letting my cock spring free from the confines of my jeans, precum dribbling onto the coverlet. She noticed what I had done and promptly released my mouth, then pushed me onto my back. I had forgotten how strong she was and she quickly moved on top of me, her hot mouth scalding my neck. My nipples hardened when she gave me a playful bite and my prick answered, flexing as precum now continuously pumped from the thick head. Lacey moved down my body, her mouth blazing a trail down to my nipples, pausing to lick then rub the edges of her teeth against the nubs, then continued down to my quivering stomach. Her tongue traced the lines of my six-pack, outlining the muscles, then snaked through my trimmed pubes, past my rod and over my balls. I thought I was going to explode when she sucked one of my nuts into her hot mouth and her tongue rubbed all over it. I gasped and my asshole clenched as she moved over to the other one, giving it the same loving attention before moving up to my stalk and sucking the pooling precum down. I kept my eyes closed, breathlessly awaiting the feel of her mouth on my straining cock but another sensation met me. Bumpy, slightly rough flesh caressed the hot skin of my prick and I opened my eyes, looking down at a scene that would remain emblazoned in my mind forever. Her hand was wrapped around the base of my weeping pole and she was rubbing my cock against her stump. "Jesus." I whispered, unable to catch my breath as I watched one of my fondest fantasies come true. Silvery, sticky trails of precum encircled her scarred flesh, the fat head stroking the blunted ends of her legs while her hand held me tight, keeping me from exploding. I trembled in her fist, sweat breaking out across my body as she stroked me close to the edge. When she gently banged my cock against her ruined leg, the sensation was so exquisite that I came, whimpering as the most powerful orgasm I'd ever experienced ripped through me. I collapsed into the pillows and lay there gasping as she wiped me clean with the nightgown she'd been wearing and pulled herself up and into my arms. "Best to get the first one out of the way." She murmured, her lips hovering over mine. "We have miles to go before we sleep." I smiled and pulled her down. Carny Ch. 06 I didn't immediately realize that she was naked until I started rubbing her back and realized what she'd used to clean me up. The feel of her silky skin under my fingertips sent blood flowing through my body, reviving my half-hard cock. I moved my hands up her strong back and buried them in her thick hair, pulling her back and ravishing her throat with rough kisses. She trembled, allowing me to roll her onto her back, her hands resting lightly on my shoulders. "My turn." I said in a soft voice, licking the soft flesh just under her ear and nipping the skin. I pushed up onto my knees and lifted her under her arms, moving her to the middle of the bed and on top of the pillows. Lacey let me move her without complaint, settling herself into the goose down as I lay on top of her, pressing her into the softness of the pillows. My mouth moved from her lips to her bared breasts and I marveled at their individual beauty before bending to taste their individual charm. Lacey moaned, trying to press the nipple deeper into my mouth but I held back. I'd already tasted her breast before and I was more interested in what laid between those muscled stumps. I kissed over her abdomen, noticing the strength that rippled beneath my lips and progressed straight downward to her shaved mound. The scent of her womanhood hit me first, rich and heady and I couldn't wait to delve into her honey. She did not disappoint. I let my nose press into the top of her slit, wiggling and stimulating her swollen but hidden clit, then rotated my face down, my tongue sticking straight out to spear her wet hole. I tasted the tang of her essence, followed by a sweetness that made my mouth water. I licked again and again, burying my face in her sweet cunt and pulling her hips into my mouth. Her stubs wrapped around my head and I was suddenly deafened by her flesh, nestled into her body and suckling her pussy. Her body bucked in my hands and I held tightly to her, keeping my face pressed into her salty quim, licking and sucking until she grabbed my head and pressed my face against her. She rode my tongue like a cock, impaling herself on its extended length over and over, my nose smashing against her clit until she came. I swallowed her copious cum, loving every ounce until she released me and I pulled back to breathe. Her eyes were closed and her body was trembling, her nipples hard and rosy red. "I want you inside me." She whispered, slowly opening sex-sleepy eyes and giving me a sated smile. "Fuck me, Steven." My cock was suddenly rock hard and I crawled up, settling my weight between her hips. "Your wish is my command." I leaned down and kissed her, letting my dick fall into the slick crack of her slit. She purred, arching against me, her lust-darkened eyes finding mine and holding tight. I lost myself in their depths and slid into her. As her warm wetness engulfed my prick, I entered a level of consciousness that only lovers found. Lacey's eyes spoke words that only our hearts heard as I moved inside her. Nothing else mattered except that precious connection. Her stumps clamped me against her and I held my torso above her, flexing my back so that my hips drove into her with ease. She matched my every stroke, holding onto my shoulders for dear life. "Steven ... " Her murmur was light and breathy and within moments, we were cresting the wave, gliding over the top together as passion and lust claimed us, branding and making us its own. My cock pulsed inside her hot hole, spurting strings of milky cum into her body as her pussy muscles clasped me tightly, rippling against my flesh and making me cum even harder. My lips found her and we breathed together, whimpering as we enjoyed the sweet aftermath. Neither of us moved for several minutes but I held her close, feeling her soft breaths on my neck and her cheek against mine. I rolled to the side and smiled down into her eyes, wincing as my flaccid cock slid out of her. "Are you okay?" "Oh, yes." She snuggled against me, a late shiver causing her to gasp and smile at the same time. "I'm quite fine." "Good." I pulled the comforter over us and kissed her forehead. "Because I'm gonna hold you to your word." "What word?" "Miles to go before we sleep." Lacey giggled and both of us slipped off into sleep. Carny Ch. 07 Lacey awoke me a few hours later, her small hand wrapping around my cock and tugging it into wakefulness. I followed, blinking blearily as pleasure raced through my body. "Wakey, wakey." She whispered, spooned behind me and kissed my ear. I stretched and turned over, kissing her mouth and humming as her hand continued to move. Catching her hand, I pulled both of her arms above her head, torturing her with hot kisses and biting and sucking the soft flesh of her neck. She moaned, trying to push me off but I could tell that she liked it, that she liked my domination. The darkness in her eyes beckoned to me and I fell headlong into them once again, silencing her whimpers with my mouth and creating new ones with my tongue. I let my tongue trace the globes of her breasts, tantalizingly skirting the fat nipples and smiling when she tried to push one into my mouth. I rose up, caught her eyes and stuck my tongue out, just letting the tip graze the nub. She whined and writhed, arching upward but I moved away, making her work for my touch. "That's not fair." She wailed, glaring at me. "Then tell me what you want." "I want you to suck it." "Suck what?" "My tit. I want you to suck on my nipple," Her eyes met mine. "Hard." I bent to my work and she screamed in pleasure as I covered her fat nipple and rendered it hard. I used my teeth on the edges, rubbing my tongue along the spongy tissue until she cried out, then moved to the other, repeating the actions until she begged me to eat her pussy. I stood and walked to my dresser, taking a tie out of the drawer and looping it around her wrists. "Okay?" She nodded, both to the question I asked and the one I didn't, acknowledging our play. With her hands bound, I stepped back and gazed at the scene on my bed, my heart pounding. "You're so beautiful, Lacey." I reached out and touched the end of one of her stumps, my prick hardening even more at her soft moan. "So fucking beautiful in my bed." I leaned down and gave the scarred flesh a long lick and a deep shiver went through both of us, her eyes darkening. I found that I couldn't help myself. Licking turned into sucking and I left a big wet spot on the sheet as I moved up to her soaking cunt. The minute my tongue lapped the length of her slit, Lacey came, ramming her pussy into my mouth and I buried my face in her wet flesh, licking hard and deep. She moaned, struggling prettily against the ties while I plundered her leaking cunt over and over, bringing her to the edge and forcefully pushing her over on the tip of my tongue. After cumming several times, she begged me to stop so that she could catch her breath and I just smiled, rising and crawling over her trembling form. "No rest for the wicked." Slowly, I slid my eager cock into her, groaning at the super slickness of her hot passage and the way her muscles tightened around me. She gasped and arched against me, her stumps clamping against my hips and making me hotter, if that was possible. We moved together, her hips lifting up against mine with each stroke. I went too far and my cock accidentally came out of her, slipping down and poking her asshole. "Yes." I froze in place, having heard her hissed response and gently touched her cheek. "Are you sure?" "Yes. Untie me and let me help you." I reached up and released the tie, rubbing her wrists and sat against the headboard as she instructed and I watched as she frog-walked up to me, turned around and impaled herself on my prick. I'd never felt something so wonderful. The heat was different and I groaned loudly, loving the idea of being buried deep in her bowels. Using the strength in her arms, she started pumping up and down on my pole, riding me like a wild horse. I held tightly onto her stubs, squeezing the ruined flesh and lifting her on top of me. We came almost together. Lacey squealed first, shaking as she sent a torrent of juices down, coating my nuts and wetting the bed. Her ass muscles gripped me tightly, rippling against my cock until I couldn't stand it any longer and exploded, pumping my load into her clasping canal and grinding up into her until the tremors stopped. She collapsed against me and I held her tightly, wrapping my arms and the covers around her. I wanted to talk to her, to tell her how wonderful it had been but I couldn't find the words. With the first fingers of dawn touching the sky outside, we knew that it had been our last time to make love and possibly the last time we'd see each other again. I felt the silent sobs rip through her and tightened my arms around her in a gentle embrace and sighed when she answered by rubbing my forearms. Our hearts aching, we watched the sunrise, our eyes filled with tears as the beauty of the approaching day brought an end to our loving. Carny Ch. 08 Breakfast was a somber affair. I ran a bath for Lacey and let her soak while Lance and I prepared scrambled eggs and toast. After she dressed, we sat at the kitchen table and watched television while we ate. Lance tried to cheer Lacey up but his happy words only succeeded in making her cry. "What the hell did you do to her last night?" "He didn't do anything, Lance. Nothing to hurt me, at least." She turned to me with silvery eyes and I reached out and grabbed her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Steven's been an absolute gentleman." "Then why are you crying?" Our eyes met and held and I'm sure that we were both remembering the last lovemaking, just forty minutes earlier, of looking into each other's eyes and sharing tears as we shared an orgasm. I had held her afterward, wishing that it could last forever but Lance's knock had returned us to reality and the fact that she had to return to the circus. "Because we've fallen in love." I whispered, speaking the words of my heart as my emotions threatened to strangle my breath. "That quick?" "That quick." She answered him and smiled at me, squeezing my fingers, then turned to Lance. "Would you like to have a sister?" "I'd love to have a sister." Lance jumped up and put his arms around her neck, causing her to cry again. I released her hand and just sat back with a smile, watching them interact and a warm feeling blossomed in my chest, even though my stomach was still twisting in knots. There was still the problem of how we were going to be together. He kissed her tear-streaked cheeks and the three of us sat for a long time, Lance and I holding her hands. Finally, Lacey sighed, her shoulders slumping. "You'd better take me back now." We piled into the car and drove long silent miles back to the fairgrounds where the circus was being held. The guard let us in and we drove directly back to the tent. Lance and I helped her into the wheelchair and we pushed her to the open flap where Brutus stood, glowering at us. "Brought her back, safe and sound." He grunted and knelt beside the chair, looking into her face. Lacey patted his cheek with a sad smile. "I'm fine, Brutus." He arose and stepped back, holding the flap open and Lance and I took that as our cue to leave. Lance bent and gave her a long hug, telling her how much he enjoyed spending time with her and hoped that she could see him graduate in two years' time. He gave her a kiss on the cheek and went back to the car, wiping his eyes as he went. I stepped forward now, flipping the foot pads up and out of the way before I knelt between her legs and pulled her into my arms, resting my head on one of her muscled stumps. Words failed me and I just held her, letting my tears fall and I felt the warm drops of her tears on the back of my neck as she hugged my back. I rose up and our lips met, trembling and filled with all the emotions we both felt and our tongues slid together, lovingly caressing each other. When I pulled back, I gazed into her beautiful jewel-like eyes, wiping the tears from her cheeks. "When will I see you again?" "I'm bound to the show for another three years and we'll be traveling all over the world. At the end of the contract, I can decide what I want to do." Three years. The two words stuck in my gut and I felt as deflated like an old balloon. "I can't see you for three years?" "I'll have Brutus give you a copy of the schedule. If you can fly out to any of the shows, I'm yours for the evening." "An evening isn't enough, Lacey. I want you forever." "I want the same thing, Steven." She pulled me back against her and I buried my face in the fragrant nape of her neck, cursing the day we'd met. Brutus cleared his throat, letting me know that the visit was over and I reluctantly stood, still holding her hands. "Wait for me, Steven." She begged tearfully and I avoided her eyes for a moment. "Please. If you feel as strongly about me as I feel about you, wait for me." Three years. The impossibilities of the situation crowded out the love that I felt for her and I released her hands, stepping back as the huge man wheeled her away, heading toward the tent's open flap. "Goodbye, Lacey." I whispered, unable to withstand the breaking of my heart. "Please, Steven. Wait for me." Carny Ch. 09 I attended classes and went through the motions while the rest of the world swirled around me. Nothing seemed to matter any more and I didn't find comfort in the usual things. All I could think about was Lacey. Her visit seemed to energize my little brother. He went from a B student to straight A's, telling me that he wanted to be sure that she was proud of him when she returned. I politely listened to his hopeful words but my heart still remained dead in my chest. "Steven?" I looked up at Lance who had touched my shoulder and broke into sobs. "I was wondering when you were going to cry." I don't know how long I cried but he moved us over to the couch and just held me until I was done. I took the wad of tissues he held out and wiped my face, the lump still throbbing in my throat. "I can't believe it took you eight months to finally break down." "I couldn't break down. What would you have done?" "Cried with you." He playfully punched me in the arm. "She means a lot to me, too." "I know." I paused, swallowing back fresh tears. "I just … three years, Lance!" "I know, bro, but we've weathered worse things." He gave my shoulder a squeeze. "Can't we wait for her?" I nodded, starting to cry again, this time for the hope that I could still have Lacey. "Yes, Lance, we can wait." We started over that day. Lance and I sat down and decided on a plan of action. We wanted Lacey to be a part of our lives and we knew what we had to do. Lance concentrated on his studies and I focused on mine, bringing my grades up as well. My little brother graduated first and I whooped and hollered for him, amazed at the change two years had made. He was accepted to Princeton on a full scholarship and we tearfully parted, promising to call often and visit whenever I could get away. Still, Lacey was foremost in our minds as we went forward with our lives and the days melted away. Soon, it was my turn to graduate and Lance repaid my favor, bellowing as I accepted my Bachelor of Science in Computer Engineering. Because of my grades, I walked into a plum position at a nearby engineering firm with a starting salary of $78,000 a year. We already had enough money to take care of ourselves from insurance proceeds we'd gotten from our parents' deaths and this was just icing on the cake. I set my sights on the house next. I bought the lot behind us and with the help of an architectural firm, Lance and I had the house redone with Lacey's comfort and accessibility in mind. We recreated the master bedroom, inserting a deep bathtub with a shower attachment and made sure that every place in the house was accessible for her. When we finished, Lance and I had our own wings of the house with the living room, library and kitchen common areas. It was beautiful. Lance put his arm around my shoulder and gave me a squeeze. "Looks great, bro." "You think so? You think she'll like it?" "I think she'll love it." He grinned. "Now, let's go get her." ***** We knew that the last show was in Hamburg, Germany so we made sure to book tickets especially early and the woman on the phone told us that we were smart to do that. "The circus has been sold out every place it's been. They just love that girl." She told us and Lance grinned. "She's the star of the show." He said. "She sure stole our hearts." We flew out and took our seats in the front row waiting for the show to begin. I didn't want to admit it to Lance but I was petrified. What if she'd found someone else? What if she was angry because we hadn't written to her in three years? I clutched the bouquet of roses and tried to keep my hands from sweating. Finally, the lights dimmed and the first of the acts began. Lacey's act wasn't until near the end and after an hour of waiting, the spotlights swept the tent, announcing Lacey, the Legless Lady. She rolled out and smiled at the audience but my heart sank when I noticed that her usual sparkle was not there. Her eyes touched everyone and froze when they met mine. The world seemed to melt away and silence rang in my ears as we just stared at each other. Her wide eyes filled with tears and she quickly wheeled backward, astounding everyone, including the barker. "She must have forgotten something, folks. Our Lacey will be right back in a moment!" Carny Ch. 10 I stood and excused my way to the end of the row, heading outside and to the back of the tent where my old friend, Brutus waited, sneering. "She don't want to see you." "I want to hear it from her lips, Brutus. I have to talk to her." "I let you talk to her before and look what happened." "Brutus, I haven't talked to her in three years. You know why?" I moved closer to him, risking his anger. "I've been working my ass off to make my house and my life perfect for her. So that when she was done with this freak show, she'd have a place to come home to and people to love her." I grabbed the lapels of his jacket, jerking him closer. "I have to talk to her!" "Fuck you!" I sailed through the air and landed some yards away, the flowers flying all over and I opened my eyes to see Lance and Lacey hovering over me, Lance helping me to my feet and Lacey trying to dust me off, mascara-laden tears streaking her cheeks. "Oh, Steven! I'm so sorry!" I shook my head and raised a hand to massage my aching neck, holding on to Lance as I regained my senses. "Brutus is so overprotective of me ... " "Does he need to be?" I glared at her, suddenly angry and desperately trying to control my emotions. "Why would Brutus not let me by?" "Maybe because I haven't heard from you in three years!" We just stared at each other for a long moment and she reached up, touching my cheek. "I thought you didn't care any more." "Are you kidding?" I knelt in the dirt, not caring that I was possibly ruining my new suit. "My heart was broken when you left. I thought I couldn't go on for awhile after that." "Really?" "Really." Lance piped up, gently touching her shoulder. "My brother is head-over-heels in love with you, Lacey. He hasn't been able to look at anyone else." I looked into Lacey's eyes and fell in love all over again. I just wanted to take her in my arms and show her how much I loved her but the ball was in her court. "You asked me to wait, Lacey," I whispered, blinking back tears. "And I'm here to take you home." "What the hell's going on?" The barker shouted, striding out and seeing the group of us in the back area. Lacey ignored him, putting her arms around my neck and holding me tight. "Am I dreaming?" "No." I pressed a kiss to the side of her neck, loving the thrill that raced through me when I heard her sigh of pleasure. "I am." "Lacey, what the hell are you doing?" She pulled back and smiled into my eyes. "I'm greeting my boyfriend." I laughed and yanked her out of the chair, spinning her around. "You hear that, Brutus?" I glanced at him as I held her tightly. "I'm her boyfriend!" "Fine! Now get her on the stage!" The barker growled, stalking back toward the tent. "Do you have another act that can fill in for about fifteen minutes?" He stared at me as if I'd spoken alien words. "Lacey has to clean up first." "Yeah, all right." He spat reluctantly, stomping away. I gathered Lacey in my arms and briefly passed her to Lance for a brotherly hug. The love and emotion I saw between them made my eyes water and I took her back into my arms. "Go take a seat, bro. I'll join you in a few." Once Lance had trotted off, I carried Lacey back into the tent and pushed the curtain aside that closed her area from the rest of the open space. "What are you doing?" "I have to make sure that my woman is ready for her event." I set her on the divan and again knelt, this time, pushing the short skirt up and revealing those sexy stumps. My cock pulsed to life, hardening against the soft polyester of my suit. I let my fingers slide up her thighs, touching the hard keloids that etched her flesh and trembled when I reached the vee of her crotch. She caught my hands and I looked up at her, letting her know that I wasn't going to stop. She released me and eased back, spreading her hips for me. I tugged her panties down, slipping them into my pocket and buried my face in her pussy, sliding my tongue along the tasty crease and drawing a long moan from Lacey. "God, I've missed you." I murmured, licking and biting her thigh. She giggled sweetly, the quickly sobered as my tongue again found the deep pool of her juices. "Fuck my tongue, baby. Let me taste you." She grabbed my head and ground against my mouth, rocking back and forth as she worked herself to a mind-blowing orgasm. She came so fast and hard that I thought she'd had a seizure for a moment. I welcomed the grasp of her stumps around my head and grasped her ass, shoving my tongue as deeply into her as I could until she'd stopped twitching, her lovely body coated with a fine sheen of sweat. "Steven ... " I helped her sit up and fetched another pair of panties from the drawer, sliding them up over her hips and desperately ignoring the plea of my aching cock. We would have time later to make love. For now, I would have to be satisfied with the sound of her pleasure ringing in my ears and the taste of her juicy, red-haired pussy in my mouth. "The show must go on, my sweet." "Will you ... " "Lance and I will be in the front row to watch you and when your part is over, we'll be backstage to take you home." I lifted her easily and set her into the chair, making sure that she was comfortable. "To our home." "Our home." She whispered softly, touching my cheek. The barker cleared his throat and pushed the curtain aside, his eyes moving between us. "Showtime, Lacey."