6 comments/ 228346 views/ 7 favorites Never Enough By: gotwood49 5:15 PM Kelly arrived home from work to find the house empty, again. "Dammit!" she muttered under her breath. This would be the third night, if he didn't show up this evening, that Mark hadn't come home. Worse, she knew where he was. Kelly and Mark were swingers. Married for 23 years, they had begun to experiment almost 6 years ago, when their kids were 14 and 11, as a way to breathe new life into a marriage that seemed to be stagnating. Mark was a successful patent attorney, Kelly a stay-at-home mom, and their lives ran on such different paths that they both knew that divorce was on the horizon, if they didn't do something. The idea was originally Mark's. She thought back to the first time they'd discussed it. * * * "C'mon, Kel. It's not such a novel thing. Lots of couples do it. I even know a few, and they'd probably be happy to work with us." He paused, watching her face. Unreadable, but at least she wasn't totally against the idea. "You know... just see if we like it." Mark had been surprised, thinking Kelly would vehemently disagree with the very notion, but, as it turned out, long days at home, filled with steamy soap operas and, of late, rented porn movies, no longer kept her satisfied. She was ripe for more. She just didn't want to let on, yet. "I don't know. Doesn't it mean we're not in love with each other?" she asked, looking at the floor. Mark moved to wrap his arms around her, pulling her into his embrace. "Not in love? Look at yourself...how could I NOT be in love with you," he crooned. His hands went to her ass as he held her. "Kelly, you're beautiful, your body's fantastic, and, better yet, you're the sexiest thing I know." He pulled her against his groin, and she felt his hardness. He'd been hard ever since he first began to talk about swinging with her. The thought of watching her being fucked by another man had been a fantasy of his for years, and the possibility of him getting some at the same time was undeniably hot! She pushed him away, even as her hand went to the front of his slacks. "If I'm so sexy, how come we don't do this nearly often enough?" she said, stroking him through the material. She had to work at it, to appear reticent. Her hand gripped him and she squeezed, sighing. "You know the kids are home, don't you?" "Okay. A quick blowjob, then," Mark argued. "In the bedroom. With the door locked. It won't take long, I promise." Mark was already thinking about Marissa, the secretary at the office; the one who had been after him to get Kelly involved in swapping. She and her husband Kevin had been doing it for years, and he was hot to fuck Kelly, probably suspecting that Marissa and Mark had been intimate already. As he pulled her through the bedroom door, Mark was smiling. "Kelly? Lick my balls, too," he breathed, as he shut the door behind her. Marissa always did that. Kelly, obedient wife and ever-horny mother, kneeled without a word and reached for his belt. She loved his cock in her mouth, and when it was out, pointing straight at her, she allowed herself to imagine it belonged to one of the actors in the porno she had watched that morning. Just before she slid her lips around it, she looked up at Mark. "Maybe yes, on the swapping thing," she said, and took him inside. * * * That was how it had started, she reminisced. Just she and Mark and Kevin and Marissa, every few weekends. Then it evolved. She and Mark became the hit of their little group, once they got totally into it. With good reason. Mark was well-built, had a cock that was always hard, and was handsome, to boot. Even today, Kelly was still more than his equal in the looks department, and her regimen of working out 4 times a week for many years had her 42-year old body lean and defined. She had long, straight silky blonde hair, and Mark had talked her into having her tits enhanced, back when she was still unsure of her sexual appeal. They soon discovered she had an insatiable sexual appetite. They'd progressed quickly from straight swapping to 3-ways; then 4-ways, with her, Mark, and two other men. Through it all, she eagerly did whatever Mark asked her to do. She was popular; so popular, in fact, that new men were coming into the group at an alarming rate, and she was often invited to meet them 'on the outside.' She'd stayed true to her marriage, though. Why not? For years, she'd had a steady supply of men available to her, eager to satisfy and be satisfied. Lately, however, even that had gotten boring, and she'd found more and more excuses for them not to go to the 'parties' at all. For one thing, it was interfering with her recent job as a bank teller, and she was always in fear that someone would recognize her. "Hell," she thought. "It's mostly a bunch of older guys, anyway," and none of them were in the kind of shape her husband was. Even Kevin, despite his more than adequate dick, was a little on the heavy side, and couldn't match her sexual stamina. "That damn Marissa couldn't hold a candle to me, either, if it came right down to it!" she thought, though she had to admit the woman was beautiful. "Maybe I should turn lesbian," she thought, ruefully. It might satisfy the itch she had been trying to ignore so much, lately. She walked into the bedroom and began to put away the laundry that her 17-year old daughter had deposited in a pile on the end of her bed. Kendra came home shortly after, and Jason wasn't far behind her. "How was your day, sweetie?" Kelly asked. Kendra scowled and shook her head. "Don't ask, mom. How is any day, at school? Just...school!" She threw her purse on the sofa and headed for her room. "Shari and I are going to the mall. Did you get my clothes put away?" Kelly sighed and looked at Jason. "Well, I hope your day was good," she said, and laughed when he rolled his eyes. "Again, don't ask," he said. "By the way, mom, Dad left a message. He's working late again. Oh, can I use your car?" Knowing that meant his car was out of gas, she agreed. She only had to run to the store, anyway, to pick up tomorrow's dinner. Tonight's was obviously a lost cause! She busied herself changing into a pair of jeans and a halter top, minus the bra. She knew where Mark would be. If he was still at the office, he was likely getting his balls emptied by Marissa on his desk. If not, he would have taken her to some cheap hotel, where they could stain the carpet without worrying about it! The thought bothered her, but she had become used to him being with someone else. Even the kids seemed to sense their anxiety around each other these days, and they weren't around much. She pushed her tits up inside the halter top, pronouncing her cleavage, and shivered as her fingertips brushed her nipples. They were hard. Her husband was gone. Lately, she realized, her horniness was the real problem! "How odd," she thought, "that the one thing we've done together in the last 6 years is only pulling us apart." She sighed, brushed the thought from her mind, and grabbed the keys to Jason's car. It didn't take long to get her things, and when she got back, the house was empty again. She was putting them away when the doorbell rang. It was Kevin. He said he was looking for Marissa, but he seemed more interested in whether anyone was home. Kelly told him they were alone, and he moved into her immediately, kissing her with more than his usual passion. Kelly returned his kiss, familiar as it was, and felt herself getting wet. She pushed him away after a minute, though. "Kevin," she said. "What's this all about?" "Kelly, do you know where Mark is?" Kevin asked. He answered his own question. "He's fucking Marissa again, at the office. I just talked to her." "So?" Kelly turned away, not wanting Kevin to see her jealousy. It wasn't supposed to be evident among swingers. Mark pulled her close again. "I need you," he growled. "Right now. I want to fuck you, so bad!" As badly as Kelly wanted this, she knew better than to fuck in her own house. She glared at him, pushing his hands away and warning him that her kids would be home soon. He was unstoppable. His hands were all over her, his cock hard against her leg, quickly bringing her own need to a boil. Finally, she relented. "In the bedroom," she stated. "And, Kevin," she warned, "this is the last time. I'm getting out of this whole thing." They both knew better. She led him quickly into the bedroom and shut the door behind him as he kissed her. His hands pawed the halter top down over her perfect breasts, and he sucked at each hard nipple as he worked the zipper of her jeans. "Oh, lord, I need you so badly, Kelly," he whispered, as he pulled the jeans down her legs. She wanted it, too. Desperately, she kicked the clinging denim from her ankles. Despite her protests, Kelly recognized that she was addicted to sex. She couldn't fight it. She craved it, in every variation. The very possibility excited her. Mark had created this need in her, and now he wasn't around to satisfy it. "So be it," she thought. She pulled Kevin down onto her on the bed, her body on fire. Kevin kissed his way down Kelly's body until he was on his knees between her legs. He let his mouth linger on her inner thighs while he divested himself of his shirt, pants and underwear, then began to tongue her cunt. She responded wildly, holding his head with both hands and humping his face, her hips pistoning up and down. She came in a rush, crying out as she gushed her wetness across his lips. Kevin raised up, speared her quickly, and began to thrust madly. Kelly's voice exhorted him to fuck her faster; harder. Her legs wrapped around his ass, pulling him into her. When at last he came, she was far from satisfied. They lay together for awhile, talking softly and teasing each other's bodies. When Kevin's desire began to manifest itself again, she rolled him over. "Let me," she said. She got to her feet and straddled him, then eased herself down onto him until he was fully inside her. Her hips began to grind forward and back as she supported herself with her hands on his chest. Kevin lay back, watching her swaying breasts, and willing himself not to cum too quickly. Kelly moved faster. Her clutching pussy milked his organ as she rode him, her breath becoming shorter, her gasps louder. She felt the beginnings of another orgasm deep inside her, and she reached for it. Kevin's hands went to her grinding ass, one finger probing her clenching button. * * * Jason threw his mom's car keys on the counter. "Where is she?" he said to himself. He walked through the kitchen and, seeing her bedroom door closed, thought maybe she had lain down. She'd looked frazzled. He put his hand on the doorknob, thinking to tell her he was home. That's when he heard the sounds. Momentarily confused, he hesitated. "That's not Dad's car," he thought, and then the reality hit him. "What the...?" Was that his mother in there, having sex? With who? He stood, the knob burning his hand, and made a decision. Silently, he turned the knob. It was unlocked. Slowly, he twisted the knob until he felt the door move inward. With his heart pounding, he opened it carefully, and the sound of his mother's gasping voice grew louder. "Oh, god!" she said. "Oh, god! Oh, god!," repeated over and over. He craned his neck around the half-opened door, and was rewarded with a scene from a porn movie. His mother, her body slick with sweat, was hunkered over a prone man, her feet on either side of his hips. Her knees were bent, and her hips pistoned up and down over his cock. Jason watched it, first buried deep inside her, then revealed, almost to its entire length. It wasn't as long, but was much thicker than his. Her hair was down, creating a veil over both their faces. All he could see of the man was his legs, and that cock. His mother's glistening pussy stroked it greedily as the man's middle finger plunged into her asshole. He grew hard immediately. He watched as long as he dared. When his mother's hoarse groans grew in intensity, he knew she was cumming. Her hair whipped around as she shook her head in pleasure, and she suddenly threw her legs out and settled onto the man's body, writhing and clutching his neck. It was a scene he would always remember; like a snapshot from a perverted family album. Breathing hard and barely able to control his movements, Jason closed the door and hurried to the solitude of his room. Once inside, he dragged his shorts down over his hips and took hold of his raging erection. His hand a blur, he played and replayed the image of his mother over and over in his mind as he masturbated, finally sending a long stream of milky semen across the floor. There was another, and another, until there was a pool at his feet, and he leaned back against the door, exhausted. * * * "I'm telling you, man, this sort of thing could scar me for life!" Jason looked at his friend, shaking his head. Mike was still wide-eyed at the recounting of what Jason had told him, but wanting to know more. "She was up on her feet, over him?" he asked. "What was that like?" He knew Jason's mother. She had always looked sexy to him, and he tried to envision her like that. "Man, I'd love to see her ass, like that." Jason waved his friend's questions away. "Man, that's my mother you're talking about. I don't even want to think about it anymore." He was lying, though. He was as hard as a rock, just remembering. Mike asked if she had ever done that before, and Jason had to smile. "Oh, I think so," he said softly. He'd heard his parents making plans from time to time, and seen the names and dates written on the scratch pad next to the phone. He and Kendra had speculated about it, on those times they'd been left alone. They were bright kids. The late nights getting home, their mother's hair and makeup askew and their father's clothes all rumpled, pretty much told them what was going on. That, and the mysterious phone calls for Kelly, from lots of different men. Mike was teasing Jason, telling him to call him the next time he caught his mother having sex. "She probably wants a younger man, anyway," he said. "Someone who can cut the mustard!" Jason's mind spun, attempting to put his friend's face on the body invading his mother's pussy, but it didn't work. It always became his own. Suddenly, Jason had a plan. If she was going to give it away to half the town, why shouldn't everyone have a chance? She was just a cunt, after all. He smiled inwardly, as he realized the truth. He was going to fuck his mother! He even knew how he was going to do it. "The next night Dad doesn't come home," he thought, "I'm getting some of that, myself." His father appeared that very evening, and his parents ate dinner in separate rooms. Jason knew they were each carrying a burden of guilt. He watched his mother with new eyes now, his gaze lingering on the way her shorts pulled tight across her ass when she bent over to turn on the TV, and the movement of her breasts beneath the little cropped shirt she always wore at night. His dick stayed hard all evening. * * * The following week, everything was pretty normal. His mother and father had finally come to words about his being gone for two nights, and they were barely speaking now. Jason masturbated two or three times a day, seeing his mother's naked body each time. Her supply of hand cream was starting to run low! Kelly, for her part, noticed something different about her son. He watched her now, all the time. She could feel his eyes on her ass every time she passed him, and her nipples became such an issue with him that she thought of wearing a bra around the house! This only served to keep them more stimulated. They were so sensitive that every time she noticed him looking at her, they grew erect. Her own mind began to wander. He was a strapping 19-year old, and almost as good-looking as his dad. Kelly knew he was well-endowed, from the bulge in his shorts. Lately, even that seemed bigger! Sometimes, when she lay alone in bed, she thought of him. * * * Tuesday night. Jason had gotten the phone message from Mark, and told his mother. She didn't seem happy, and he knew why, now. He'd been watching his dad this past week, and now he knew that he was having an affair. He'd seen him and Marissa leaving work, and his dad's quick peck on her cheek one afternoon had convinced him. Now he watched his mother, with renewed interest. She must be furious with him! Instead, she was thoughtful and quiet that evening as she watched TV with Jason. Kendra was in and out, and finally announced that she was going to stay overnight with her friend Susie. When the news came on, Kelly announced she was going to bed, also, and asked him to leave the outside light on, for his father. Her tone said that she didn't expect him to come home. Jason watched her ass as she left the room. She was wearing a pair of tight red lounging pants with blue flowers on them and her trademark beige half-shirt, and her nipples had been erect all evening. He could tell she was horny. He wondered if she slept in those clothes. She was, and she didn't. As soon as Kelly shut her door, she pulled the top off over her head, and padded into her bathroom. She wore no makeup, but leaned over the vanity and looked at herself in the mirror. She noted the shiny hardness of her nipples, and passed a hand over one, taking it between her thumb and forefinger. A little sigh escaped her lips. Pushing herself away from the countertop, she watched herself as she held both breasts in her hands. Her thumbs danced over the peaks, and she felt an electric sensation shoot through her, straight from her core. She squeezed her breasts, wishing it were someone else doing it. Then her eyes dropped to her bottoms. She pushed the waistband down over her hips until her hip bones were exposed. Her belly was tight, hardened by years of abdominal exercises, and her skin was firm. Watching herself in the mirror, she slid one hand into the front of the tight red pants. She watched the outline of her fingers as they slid down over her pubic bone, then crooked to cup her pussy. She began to rub herself, slowly. As her eyes closed, her hips began to move. Half an hour later, she was asleep, satisfied for the moment, but not fulfilled. She didn't hear the door swing slowly open. Jason slipped from the darkened living room into the bedroom, his eyes on his mother's sleeping form. He could already tell she wore no shirt to bed, and he prayed she wore nothing else. Her back was to him, which suited his plan perfectly. He would slip into bed behind her, and have his dick inside her before she knew he was even there! His blood pounding in his ears, he quickly undressed. His cock was standing straight out. He pulled back the sheet. Her smooth back narrowed down to the swell of her hips, her perfect ass beneath. He slipped quickly into bed and pressed himself against her. She was so warm, and her skin felt so sleek against his throbbing cock, he almost came, right then! Kelly felt the body behind her. What was Mark up to, she thought? As she came slowly awake, she considered telling her errant husband to sleep on the couch again, but his hard-on against her ass ignited her own need, and she nestled back against him. Maybe she would give him some, just this one last time, and then tell him off. His hand went around her waist and crept up to her breast. "Mmmmm..." she moaned, her hips moving against him. His fingers were setting off firecrackers at her nipples, and she writhed in need. His leg slid in between hers, and she raised one knee, giving him access to her sex. His cock slid up against her labia, and he stroked it against her. He was so hard! "You know, I shouldn't be letting you do this," she murmured, "but it feels so good." She felt his hips pull back, and he slid into her warmth, suddenly. Then the voice: "Ah, god, mom..." Jason pushed himself as far into as he could, just as he felt her body tense. Never Enough "Jason? Oh my god!" Kelly tried to squirm from her son's embrace, but he was ready for that. His arms locked around her, and he held her securely. His balls were on fire, and he couldn't stop now, if he wanted. He didn't. He meant to shoot his load into the woman who had born him, to show her what a man he'd become. Her voice was rising in pitch. "Jason! Let me go!" She struggled, but it only served to excite him more, and he began to pump his hips against her. "Jason, please!" she begged. Finally, realizing that her struggles were only feeding his growing excitement, she stopped her movements. He continued to thrust into her, now even more animatedly. He sensed her defeat, and was quick to capitalize on it, rolling over onto her as he fucked her. His knees spread her legs widely, and he sunk to the balls inside her with each thrust. Kelly was pushing up with her hands, trying to crawl out from under him, but he gripped her tightly, his hands wrapping around her breasts. His breathing was labored as he hung on, grunting his pleasure. Jason's cock was hitting places inside her that Kevin never had, and she tried not to react to it, but now her primal need was stronger. Her mind began to rationalize for her. Her voice was weary as she whimpered half-heartedly, "Jason, honey. Please. Please, Jason, please." She began to move with him. Jason had never been more sexually excited. His mother's pussy gripped him now, and he felt her resistance lessening, as her desire built. He loosened his hold on her, now letting his fingertips surround her nipples, and she moaned as he manipulated the sensitive skin. Her voice grew more hoarse, her tone more demanding, as she continued to speak his name. "Jason! Jason, please. Oh, god...Jason!" Kelly felt every stroke as her son's cock invaded her, pounding away at the sensitive tissue deep inside her. She wanted it now; wanted more of him. Finally, she said the words he'd wanted to hear. She begged him. "Fuck me, Jason," she grunted. "Fuck me harder! Oh, god, please!" His hands left her breasts as he supported himself on the bed, raising himself up to slam into her even harder. His hips flexing and his balls slapping her mound with each new attack, he watched her as he fucked her. She was no longer his mother. With her hair flailing wildly and her body writhing, she was like some animal beneath him; wild, but under his control, as he took her. When at last it was done, Jason collapsed onto her, his balls still clenching the last of their load into her. Kelly's cunt grasped him, holding him hostage; unwilling to let him go. The sounds of their breathing filled the room. Suddenly, the gravity of what he had done struck him, and he pulled from her, raising up. "Oh, god! Mom!" he said. His slippery cock lay across her thigh now, still drooling its juice, and he quickly rolled off her. Her hand grabbed his arm as she turned to him. "Jason, honey," she said. "It's okay, baby. It's okay." She looked him in the eye as she told him, "I'm divorcing your father, anyway. After tonight, I know it's the right thing to do." Seeing his look of sadness and incomprehension, she caressed the side of his face with her hand. "Kendra's already talking about moving in with Susie. You can stay here, and take care of your mother's needs." He looked at her, struggling to understand. Holy cow! Was she saying he could fuck her again? His voice was trembling as he whispered, "Mom. I...I don't know..." Kelly looked down at her son's waning erection and smiled. "Just say okay, honey. And call me Kelly, if it helps. Things have changed between us, you know." She looked him in the eye, smiled mysteriously and said, "and, Jason...don't tell Mike everything, this time." Never Enough "Amputation IS sex, the stump is just the afterglow," Julie told her roommate and dear friend of nearly a year. She sat next to Sara, the left leg over the right, swinging idly back and forth without a foot. Sara was honest with herself. She enjoyed neither hand and a touch of her forearm on tender parts thrilled her greatly. She knew the right hand would be the first to go; she was left-handed after all. She knew the other was destined to be gone as well. - Wearing a hospital gown with cool air from the vent above blowing down the split in the back, Sara sat on the exam table in the emergency room, her bare feet dangling below. She smiled at the female doctor and as she held her hand out, muttered, "It's toast." Sara was a lovely woman in her mid-twenties with a willowy body and shoulder length brown hair. Dr. Janet Bolger looked grimly at Sara's right hand then at her. She cleared her throat and glanced at the nurse that had just finished starting an IV. "Let me speak to her alone." The nurse shrugged her shoulders and walked out of the exam room, closing the door behind her. Sara guessed the doctor might have been in her late-forties, but was nice to look at. Her heart pounded hard in her chest. She kept looking at the doctor, undressing her in her mind, trying to say something. She failed for a long moment. "Is there an expedient approach? I know it can't be saved." Sara said. "We usually need to see where the freeze damage stops ... that can take several days." She looked at Sara's face and moved hers closer. She whispered, "I suppose you know how much you want left." She nodded and pointed midway along the forearm. "It was in it to my wrist for about fifteen minutes." She was referring to the cryogenic solution, the same as the one she had read about in the journal of a woman that had lost both hands at one time. Janet tapped her latex glove covered finger from the wrist to where Sara pointed. "Yup. That's about where it needs to come off. Maybe a little higher." "That's okay. I want it high enough to leave clean tissue without any skin graphs. Will you be doing the surgery?" "I think that would be best. I'll leave you with a good stump." "Pretty?" "Yeah-h," she drawled and patted Sara's shoulder. She leaned close again. "Sara, next time just call me." She snickered then stood back with her arms crossed over her chest. "Quite gutsy." She walked out the door and told someone to schedule an operating room as soon as possible. She returned with a form and Sara scribbled her signature after reading only the description of the procedure - 'Amputation of right forearm'. Ten minutes later, an orderly moved her onto a gurney and rolled her down the hallway with ceiling lights passing overhead. The room was marked OR-3. They moved her onto a strangely shaped table, made some adjustments, and covered her with a warm blanket. Everyone wore masks. A woman touched her shoulder and said, "Relax. You'll be fine." It was the Janet's voice. Janet looked at another doctor, nodded, and then said, "Let's get started." Sara awoke as a nurse lightly shook her shoulder and repeatedly said, "Wake up now." Her eyelids fluttered and she tried to remember where she was. There was a mild burning sensation in her right arm. "Would you like something for pain?" Sara nodded and the warmth of the narcotic flowed though her soul. "You did just fine," the nurse told her, and then lifted the sheet to look at the bandages. "Is it gone?" The nurse laughed and held the sheet up for Sara to see. Together, they looked at the heavy bandages starting at the elbow and ending before where her hand used to be. "She does a good job." She let the sheet down and Sara drifted off to sleep. - The morning had become afternoon and a tray of food was on a table parked next to Sara's bed when she woke the next time. She worked herself into a sitting position and pulled the table across the bed then moved the bandaged arm so it rested on it. She rubbed her fingers over the end and studied how it stopped below the elbow. "Well?" the doctor asked as she walked towards the bed. "There's about five inches." "Perfect. Thanks for being understanding. I 'was' worried about how people here would react." "Usually in situations like yours, we call in a shrink for an assessment. I had a feeling that wasn't necessary." She smiled. "Was I right?" "How long until I can go home?" "How's the pain?" "Not bad." "You're healthy. I don't think you need to spend the night. I can write a prescription for some oral pain meds. Is there someone that can give you a ride home? I don't want you being alone or driving for a few days." Sara nodded as the doctor continued. "You'll need to see me daily for several days to have the bandages changed. Will you be a good patient?" She grinned. "I'll be back about four. I'll change the dressing and make sure nothing is leaking. We'll see if you are ready to leave then." "Thanks." She walked a few steps then looked back. "You did well. You'll be happy with it." She continued out the door. - Sara woke again hours later as Julie crutched into the room and stood by the bed. She wore jeans cuffed high enough to expose the last few inches of the long leg stump. A black blouse graced her upper body and the long black hair spiraled over one shoulder. The footless leg swung casually between the crutches. "Hey Sara, how is it?" She leaned down and pecked her on the lips. "Julie!" She held her bandaged arm up and waved it around. "It's really gone. The doctor said I could go home today towards the end of the afternoon. Maybe she will come back soon." "Great. Have you seen it without the bandages?" "Not yet. She said there was about five inches left." "Cool." Sara pulled on Julie's arm and she leaned close. "She actually told me to call her next time." She laughed. "Ah, maybe I should talk to her about my next time ... more of this one, or start the other." Julie snickered. "Regardless, I can't wait. I'm so jealous." Janet walked in and closed the door. "Time to check your stump." She placed a tray of instruments and bandages on the bed. "Will you be taking her home?" "Ah, this is Julie. We live together." "You have quite a brave friend." Janet glanced towards the floor. "The same thing?" She whispered, "Maybe, but a different way." Julie chuckled. "I told Sara this morning to call me next time." "Yes, she told me and yes, I will." Julie laughed. Janet unwrapped the bandages and dropped them in the red trashcan. "It's going to look a little rough for a few days. I'll take the sutures out after a week or ten days, and then things will start to look much better. How's the length?" Sara moved the uncovered stump around and slowly bent the elbow slightly. She winced in pain. "It's going to hurt for a few days. Don't get it wet until the sutures are out." She wrapped a new, less bulky, bandage around the stump. "So young lady, what prompted this?" "I've never wanted my hands, but I didn't know how to make it happen. Not long ago, I found a detailed journal of a woman that did both hands." "Yup. I've read it." She looked at Julie. "And you." "Yeah. I want more." "Above the knee ... the other foot?" "Yes." "Oh. Are you going to do this in stages?" "Uh-huh." "I understand." Janet looked around and out the partially opened door then back towards Julie. "Most only want do go though this once." She waved her hand in the direction of Julie's missing foot. "I've known a few ... like you. I can help." They both nodded and watched as Janet stroked her chin in thought. "I assume you'll be with her when she comes tomorrow to have things checked. We can talk more then. I need to ask you to keep this 'our secret'." "Sure-e," Julie replied. The doctor removed the IV and put a band-aid over the small drop of blood that appeared. "Go ahead and get dressed. I'll write up the discharge. Come to my office about noon." She looked at Julie's missing foot. "I DO want to talk more with you." - "Come here," Sara begged, as she closed the front door. She pulled the t-shirt from her with her only hand and tossed it to the side. The white gauze bandage touched a nipple and made it grow taught. She moved her forearm into a new position and rubbed across the whole breast with the end. "Oh god, oh-h god yeah-h." Julie approached while watching. "Hmmm." Sara ripped at the snap on her jeans and jerked the zipper down exposing the bare skin beneath. Her hand pushed on the waistband until she stepped away. "So, I get to do that for you after...." "Yeah, after this hand bites the dust." "Any idea how long that might be?" "No, just getting rid of this one will be good for a while." Sara swished her firm hips with each step. Their lips met and tongues played. "I'm tired, but I want you to join me later." She pulled back a little and ground against Julie. "I promise to make it worth you while." She chuckled. "Count on it lover." Sara rubbed her bandaged stump along Julie's cheek a few times. - Sara stirred from a deep sleep as Julie sat on the edge of the bed and laid the crutches on the floor. "Sorry," she whispered as she undressed before slipping under the covers and snuggling closer. "Let me know ... ah, if I press against your stump." "Just so you press against me." She giggled then let her lips wander over Julie's face. Julie's fingers lightly touched the bandages and felt towards the rounded end. "I wish we could take them off." Her fingers rubbed again. "Just think; you'll have bandages again, soon." "Makes my pussy quiver." Sara kissed along her chest covering parts with her lips and nibbling as she moved lower. Thighs spread as she rested her stump over Julie's mound and began feasting on delights she had long since become familiar. Julie's footless leg rose and then rested on Sara's shoulder. - They had been driving north for three hours on the two-lane country road. Sara watched the countryside pass. The sky was clear and light blue. The temperature was pleasant. Sometimes she looked down at her stump. Now, just a small bandage covered the sutures that would be out in a few days. She peeled the bandage back then dragged a fingertip alongside the incision line several times. "I love this," she said, her voice deep and sultry as if a climax were welling up inside. She pulled the small bandage completely away from her stump and looked closely before dropping the bandage out the window. "What's the best part?" Julie watched for a long moment before looking back at the highway. "Having her cut my hand off ... wow. Crazy, huh?" She held her stump closer to her face and stroked the black sutures across her cheek. "It's been seven days," she calmly said. A few miles passed in silence until Sara unsnapped her jeans and let her hand slip inside as she kissed the stump. "Ah, ah-h," she quick began to moan. Her fist bucked against the inside of her jeans and her hips moved wildly. "Oh-h," she moaned a few times as she grew closer. "I never would have thought...." She gasped and left the hand inside the jeans. "That a fresh stump could be so erotic." Julie crossed her long stump over her knee and fondled the end as she drove. "I wonder what this couple will be like." "We just passed the sign, another mile to the driveway." They walked up the long wheelchair ramp to the porch of the small cabin set back in the woods a few hundred yards from the highway and nowhere close to any neighbors or stores. Julie knocked. "I'm Gene," the middle-aged man with long gray hair pulled into a ponytail politely said as he pushed the screen door open. They glanced at him sitting in a powered wheelchair. He wore cutoff jean shorts leaving his missing lower portions of his legs obvious. The left one looked freshly bandaged, as if recently amputated. The red sleeveless shirt exposed one arm missing high above the elbow. The muscles bulged in the other biceps. The chest and stomach seemed trim and fit. "Come in. Darla is making some tea." They followed him through the large living area of a one-room home. The tapping of Julie's crutches was loud against the hardwood floor with no carpet. The kitchen occupied a space along the wall and an eating table without chairs was located in that area. A woman in a powered wheelchair worked by the sink. She twisted in the chair. "Hey," she politely said. She turned the wheelchair and looked. It was now obvious she was missing her left foot, the right leg above the knee, and the left arm just above the elbow. As they looked, they noticed she was about his age and attractive, with nice features. "Did Janet do that?" She pointed with her arm stump. "Yes, recently." "She's been a good friend to us," he said. "That your first?" "Uh-huh." Sara continued to nod a few times. Julie replied in the same manner and added, "I did this elsewhere." Darla moved closer. Her white blouse was unbuttoned completely exposing bare skin and soft curves of breasts not quite visible. A short thin cotton skirt draped thighs that spread apart slightly. Sara casually tilted her head slightly and tried to see under it without success. Darla flexed the knee a few times, and then rubbed the end of her arm stump with her hand. "Ten times for me ... sometimes just a few more inches off. Six times for him." Julie listened with interest. "She just doesn't like her hands ... me, well...." "Don't get me wrong, I love a stump. It's that amputation that get me fired up." Darla continued to slowly flex her knee and let the stump swing. She looked at Julie and said, "Honey, are you going to do something more?" "Yeah, for sure. Now that I know Janet is willing, I'm on fire." "Oh-h wow-w. I'd love to see that," he said as he crossed his right leg over the other. The bandaged left leg ended above the ankle, the other was well healed and ended closer to the knee. "Almost time to have the sutures out of this one." He swung the long stump up slightly then let it fall back. "Used the wheelchair for a while before. Watching her ... isn't she a sight?" "So, do you enjoy the surgery as much as Darla?" "Hell yeah," he roared in laughter. "We met on the Internet in a body modification group ... split tongues and lizard bumps ... a bunch of strange people if you ask me. Any hoo, Darla and me hit it off ... since we were the only sane people there." He laughed. "Yeah. He came to visit me a week later. I don't think we've been apart since." "You just came out and told her that you enjoyed having amputations?" "Nah-h," he drawled while rubbing the shorter stump. "She made the first move. Told me she wanted them all off, but just a little at a time. Thought I'd cream in my pants when I heard that." Je-sus-s," Julie said. Her hand cupped her crotch and rubbed a few times. "Yeah honey, makes my pussy boil too," Darla teased. She moved the wheelchair to the table. "Grab a chair from over there and get comfortable." As she spoke, she waved her only hand towards the wall. His wheelchair made a loud clunk as he turned it on to move it towards the table. "She has a small clinic at home for helping with people like us." "Really?" "Oh sure," Darla said. "I did my hand just above the wrist with a chop saw and some lidocaine. It was my first. Anyway, that's how I met Janet. Somehow, she knew exactly what had happened and probably why. Anyway, we talked and got to know each other." She waved the arm that ended just above the elbow. "Four times to get this much off." She laughed. "I know I'll run out of limbs before I die." She laughed again. "Damn it." She slightly lifted the leg without a foot. Did this two months ago." "I'm planning on the other hand someday," Sara said. "Like Julie said, she's more into having as many amputations as she can." "Good for her. There aren't many like us. Huge piercings ... split cocks, that's all crazy stuff." She straightened the knee and slid her hand along the lower leg to the end. "Having a limb off, now that's real sex." "Did you tape your surgery?" he asked Sara. "Uh, no." "Talk about great porno." Darla laughed. "We've got DVD's of all mine and all of his ... even that business with the chop saw." "How's the tea Darla? We could break out the movies. I'd be happy to make a copy for your 'enjoyment' when you get home." He laughed heartily. - "How was the meeting with Darla and Gene?" the Janet asked as she removed another suture from Sara's stump. "Two more," she muttered quietly. "Damn, I like putting them in, but taking them out is a real pain in the ass." She laughed. "Very enlightening," Sara replied. "Fucking erotic, if you ask me." Julie said. "Do you really want more?" She turned more towards Julie as she worked a cramp out of her fingers. "Yeah, of course." "If you'd like, I can do that ... no problem." She snipped another suture and tweezed it out. "How much more?" "Eventually...." She paused. "Gradually both legs, maybe one at a time, maybe an arm, maybe both arms. I guess I found some of what Darla said quite powerful." She watched the last suture as it pulled from the stump. "You make my panties wet to hear that," Janet groaned, and then chuckled. "We'll have a good time." She wiped the stump with alcohol. "There, all good to go. You can get it wet. Nothing will happen. It'll be too tender for a while to shove it in her." She giggled. "Gives 'fisting' a whole new meaning, don't ya think?" She giggled again. Sara lifted the stump to her lips and kissed where the sutures had been. "This is so wonderful." She kissed the end a few more times. "What's next for you Sara?" "My left hand, but not just yet. When the swelling goes away, I'll get a prosthetic arm ... probably with a hook." Janet rubbed her fingers along her chin. "I was almost starting to think about getting a wheelchair, a nice powered one, and then doing the other foot. You know, work my way up alternating between legs, rather than doing all of one then the other. Before then, I'd like a little more off this one. I miss that feeling." "I know someone that sells them. I bet she'll give you a good deal." "Is she more than...." "Yeah, she's like Darla ... and you ... just with her legs though ... I think. She's above the knee on both sides now. After eight times." Janet laughed. "Just slightly above the knees that is. Plenty more to go." She watched as Sara nibbled her stump. - "Thanks for coming in," Connie said as she rolled her dark blue sporty manual wheelchair towards Sara and Julie. Not much older, she was attractive and nicely clothed with a dark blue dress that exposed the last few inches her leg stumps. "Are you looking for a wheelchair?" There were several rows of wheelchairs of all kinds and styles. They were alone in the showroom. Sara made the introductions. "Janet sent us." She moved the arm stump slightly. "She did a nice job, about two weeks now." "She's the best ... been whittling on my legs for a few years. I got a ways to go still." She touched the end of one thigh with a fingertip and stroked the indentation along a scar. "It's been about awhile since this knee went away. Probably about time to do some more, don't you think?" "We met Darla and Gene the other day," Julie said. "Quite a couple." "Heavens," Connie said. "There aren't many in their league. I'm into having amputations, but Darla ... wow. I love her dearly. Don't get me wrong. I have NO problems with her ... or him. What can I show you?" Sara strolled past her towards a powered wheelchair. "Maybe power chairs. She wants one." She pointed at Julie. "I'm doing the other foot," Julie casually remarked. "Darla really stoked something in me. I've often told Sara about these kinds of feelings. Just no good way to do it that I knew of." Never Enough "Yeah." Sara sat in a powered wheelchair and flipped the switch then waited a few seconds for it to be ready. "We kind of thought she was alone with these feelings. I just wanted to do my hands, but not the way Julie did her foot. Then ... then I found a journal on the Internet written by a woman that did both hands. Anyway, I did this the same way." She held up her stump for a moment then put it in her lap. "'Cryogenic Solution'? Yeah, I've read that. I actually met her once not long afterwards. She's overseas. She only wanted to loose her hands. Nice stumps, unequal length. Real nice." "Anyway, that's how we met Janet. Amazing how things fall into place. Huh?" "We all eventually find ourselves. Some just manage to do it sooner than others do. Me, I stumbled upon a web site years ago. There were a dozen others. We all talked and wished for a way. I never thought it'd happen, not in my lifetime. I'd just gotten married. We loved all kinds of sex. I let him bind and tie me up. One night I folded my leg at the knee and had him bind it with an elastic bandage. We made love. God, it was great. I asked him if he'd mind if I were that way for real. He told me that was a sick thought and spanked me real-l hard. My ass was red for days. We did it a few more times over next few weeks, bind my leg up and screw, and then he'd paddle my ass. He tired of that 'game'. That's how he referred to it." "Not very caring," Sara commented. "The more I read and wrote with the group, the more my desires matured. I'd always thought I wanted multiple amputations, but the group gave me a way of thinking about those feelings ... understanding how I might enjoy those feelings. I did the same thing with my foot you did to your hand ... froze it rock solid. I got myself to the hospital. Janet was there. The rest is history." "What about your husband?" "He left me that week. He kept saying I was crazy ... over and over. Never would shut up. I couldn't stand it. I loved myself for the first time. My orgasms were suddenly overwhelming ... better than ever. They happened easily ... and quickly. All I had to do was think about having it off or having something else off. The thoughts were electric ... especially when I thought about having something else off." "What was next?" "I bought a wheelchair and did the other foot a month after the first. They were both above the ankle, the second higher. I was as hooked as a junkie on heroin ... only my drug was amputation. My thoughts were always about the next one, hardly took time to enjoy what I had already ... three in the first six months." "Sounds so much like me, like I want," Julie groaned. She sat in a powered wheelchair, flipped it on, and then drove it. "What's a good one?" Sara yelled as she raced her around the showroom. "That depends on your budget. Cheap scooters are a few grand, a good wheelchair is about fifteen. It depends on things like speed and distance between charges. I have one that does about nine miles-per-hour. A sporty manual chair is about two or three. Some days I use this one, others I use the powered chair. I like the flexibility to choose. I prefer the powered chair when I have to carry things or do things at home like clean or cook." "How long to get one? We have the cash for a really good one." She looked at the car parked near the door. "That yours? You need to get a van as well. With a ramp and hand controls, they can be thirty grand and up, often closer to fifty grand. There are plenty of used ones at the bottom of that range. How long till you really need it?" "Soon." "That makes my heart go pity-pat." Connie roared with laughter. "I'd suggest getting a van first, then the powered chair. You can order the chair now, but you'll need the van when you pick it up. You want the front seat to swivel. That makes it easy to transfer into it." "Wow, so much to think about," Julie said. "You two live around here." "Yeah. Not far." Sara laughed. "It's nice to know someone that lives close by. Darla is too far away to just have coffee with." "Are you seeing anyone ... romantically?" Julie asked longingly. "I've been through a few since he left me ... last one, well, she chickened out as time got close." "For her amputation?" "Yeah. She was going to do her leg above the knee, just the single amputation. She had talked about it online with me, then on the phone. She moved in and we enjoyed each other for a few months ... my first woman. Then one day, she announced it couldn't go through with it. Hell, she had even scheduled the amputation with Janet. I know I won't find anyone that really shares my feelings to live with." Connie massaged the end of one stump with one hand as she stopped talking. The hand slid a short distance along the inside of the thigh dragging the hem of the dress with it. "All of this talk ... just makes me so horny for an amputation," she said. "I need a fix in a big way." "Tell me about it." Julie laughed. "I have a feeling if I were around Darla very long, I'd just be a torso in no time." "I met a woman in Europe. She was like that by the time she was thirty-eight. Carla was her name. She was so lovely. She lived with her mother who had a mild case of this. Carla and April. I'd almost forgotten them. April is missing one leg ... after a few amputations. It's about mid-thigh. She wears a prosthetic leg so she can tend to Carla's needs better. Me, I'd never have a stump for long enough to be fitted." She chuckled. - "I'm Jim. How can I help you?" A woman with just one arm walked past and into the office. He watched her from the corner of his eye. "Connie, from the wheelchair place, sent us. We'd like to buy a van with a ramp for a powered wheelchair," Julie said. "For me," she added as he glanced along her body ending at the missing foot with seeming interest. "I bet we can find something you'd like. New or Used?" "New. I'd like to buy this soon ... the sooner the better." The woman walked towards them and stopped beside Jim. "Hey." Her voice was soft and pleasing, like her appearance. "I'm Brenda." She extended her only hand and she shook with Sara then Julie. She quipped to Jim, "My turn." He walked away while looking over his shoulder at the three women. Sara gave her a quick study - early thirties, tall, long bare legs, great face, and long black hair. The sleeveless blouse hid nothing of the short stump of her left arm. The plunging neckline revealed much of her cleavage. The short skirt and high heal shoes accented her shapely bare legs. "Something recent?" Brenda asked Sara as she finished her own study. "Mine's a few years old, a little carelessness." She giggled. "It becomes you," Sara cooed. "You're very lovely." Her eyes continued to rape the woman. Julie was still deep in study then suddenly replied, "It's been a short while for me. As I told Jim, I want to buy a new van with a ramp and space for a powered wheelchair. I'm having surgery soon, the other foot." "I'm sorry to hear that. Both feet?" Julie coughed to clear her throat as she considered what to say. "A little hard to talk about ... you know." Brenda glanced at each woman then at Sara's new stump, and then at Julie's bare stump extending below the cuff of the jean pants leg. "Listen, it doesn't matter. I was just trying to make conversation." "No, no. We do need to buy the van. I hope you won't think ill of us, but...." Julie stuttered the words and fumbled her thoughts. Sara picked up. "We live together. She's a little overwhelmed. I mess up and my hand is amputated, then she learns she's going to lose the other foot ... a progressive thing she seems to have." "Oh," Brenda said, as she continued to stare at Julie. Her voice sounded confused. "Being an amputee isn't so bad." She cupped her stump and rubbed the end. "Hey, I'm okay being this way and my girlfriends thinks I'm hot." She laughed. "It makes it all okay." "Look, let me explain...." "No need." Brenda stepped closer to Sara, their bodies almost touching. "Great stump," she muttered under her breath. "Yours too." Their breath bathed the other's face seductively. Brenda stepped back and looked towards Julie. "We've got several new vans in stock that I can show you." - "Ah, geez. Look at her foot away from her leg. I'm almost orgasmic," Julie said as they watched the video of Darla's foot amputation." Sara rubbed between her thighs with her arm stump. "The bones...." "Man, oh man." Julie's hips rocked and bounced in excitement and she rubbed between her thighs. "She's sewing up the stump." "I can't believe she's so casual holding her own severed foot." Julie laughed then nibbled some popcorn. "Stick the next one in." Sara popped the DVD out and put in one labeled 'Darla - Knee'. "Bet this is where she goes above the knee." She pushed the play button and settled next to Sara. "How long till you get this far?" She groaned under her breath in mild disgust. "Watching this is fantastic. God, I thought for sure I was the only one. Now know about Darla, Gene, and Connie. It didn't sound like Brenda was part of the club." "Nah. I think she had it done, but she it was a one time thing. Still, she was quite lovely. Great body too." - "You're doing fine," Janet told Julie as she dragged the scalpel though the flesh just above where the stump had ended. She dabbed at the small amount of blood. She looked up at the heart rate monitor then at Janet's face. Behind the mask, she smiled then made another pass with the blade. Sara and Connie watched though the window of the small operating room in Janet's house. "I've been on that table so many times," Connie whispered. "The wheelchair should be here next week. I put in a rush order." "The van should be ready by then." She reached her arm stump out and rested it on Connie's shoulder. "She's obsessing about this," Sara mumbled trying to hide her disgust. "Me too." She pulled her skirt up slightly and reached underneath. The sound of the saw was loud as it cut though the first bone. There was a short pause, then though the second one. She began light strokes with a file to smooth the severed edges of bone. "Almost done now, ready to close the stump up," Janet told Julie. "Ah-h, ah-h," Connie moaned loudly as she continued to finger herself and the orgasm started. "Oh god-d." The skirt now up to her waist, her fingers flew. "Je-sus-s. That's so hot ... look at...." She watched like a young man looking at a pole dancer. Her body shook and quivered. "Ah-h," she roared as the orgasm peaked. The other hand gripped the armrest of her wheelchair so she would not lose her balance and fall out of it. "Oh-h, oh." Janet wrapped bandages around the new stump and glanced towards Julie's face. "Congratulations." "Thanks. When my wheelchair comes, I'll be back for the other foot." "I'll be here. Most people at least wait for the stump to heal before doing something else." She giggled. "Not everyone." - Julie's legs no longer ended with feet. The hem of her white pants dangled just past the end of her legs, the left leg shorter by a few inches than the right. She sat in her powered wheelchair in the food court of the mall and comfortably crossed the left leg over the right and let the lower part swing slowly back and forth. She took another bite of hamburger. Her black blouse conformed pleasingly to her body and was unbuttoned enough to reveal a hint of cleavage. "Amputation is sex," she said as she swallowed the bite. "The stump is both the afterglow and the foreplay." It was one of her favorite thoughts, one that had overtaken her life in uncontrollable ways. Connie sat in her wheelchair on the same side of the rectangular table and sipped at a glass of ice tea then dipped a fry into some ketchup. Her dress draped past the long stumps of her thighs. She shifted one leg and reached down to scratch at the end of it. "I already feel a need to go back and have a little more off," Julie said. "This is the longest I've waited. I don't what's going on." She giggled. "Anyway, I think it's time. I've called Janet. Just another inch on the left stump, just enough to hear the saw and have it sewn up." "An inch? I did two, the second time on my left leg." "Can't do much each time, otherwise I won't have any left." She laughed. "What would I do then? I get my best orgasms right afterwards ... for the first few months." Julie dabbed at a tear forming in one eye. "Sara and I had a huge fight over this. I knew she wasn't obsessive about this like I am, but she did have her hand off ... and talk to me about my feelings. Once we found Janet and I had the next two amputations, well our relationship became strained." She wiped at the tears again. "God, a real surgeon, so willing to help." She sighed. "Sara talked often about being rid of both hands ... I know that was all she wanted to have amputated. I was okay with that." She sniffed and wiped at her face. "She's not coming back." "Oh dear." "I think she's seeing Brenda. Maybe it's for the best. We were clearly heading in different directions ... my feet, this whole progressive ... amputation thing. This is really who I am. When Janet was amputating my other foot ... it was so electric. I feel alive for the first time. I thought I would, now I know." Julie reached over and took Connie's hand then squeezed it lovingly. "I know. Its destroyed things in my life like relationships and friendships ... I don't care." They turned their wheelchairs to face each other. "I've waited so long to do this, now I can't bare to wait for the next time." She straightened her left leg and rested the end in Connie's lap. "I want to race ahead, catch up to you." "Take your time and enjoy ... no, savor each and every time." She rested a hand on the stump and caressed it. Julie closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment, then lowered her leg. Connie spoke. "I regret I did not go slower with my second leg. I did it about midway the first time. I knew after a short time that I'd made a mistake not starting near the ankle as you did. I missed out, on two or three surgeries." She wiped at her eye to make sure the forming tear did not show. "You're sweet to share that with me." "No darling, you are the sweetheart ... you bring so much joy to my life." Connie squeezed Julie's hand and looked softly into her eyes. "Maybe if...." She became silent. "If Sara doesn't come back? Yeah, I think that would be nice for us to do. It's something I've caught myself thinking about. I need to give this some thought." "Sure." - Julie sat in the darkened living room on the dark brown, leather loveseat. Mellow jazz music floated through the room. "Sara? It's Julie. I need to talk." "We can make this simple. I can't be with you." "Cause I did the other foot?" "All of that is just more than I can handle. You keep the van, the chair, and I'll put more money in your account to take you though a few years. I want the house back. You can have a month to find a new place." "It's best. It was good knowing you." "Yes. We'll each find people more in tune with our needs." "Are you at Brenda's?" As she listened to the dial tone, she took a deep breath then hung the phone up. She pulled a leg underneath her and rubbed the folded knee while enjoying the feel of the footless leg against her hip. She pulled the other leg beneath her and draped the skirt over the knees. "Makes me so-o tingly inside," she whispered aloud. Both hands rubbed the knees then she pulled an arm inside her blouse and let the sleeve hang empty. "What WILL it be like, to be this way ... someday?" The single hand picked up the phone and her thumb pressed buttons. "Hey, it's Julie." She listened to Connie's welcoming words. "Listen, I just spoke with Sara. It's over." "Sorry, I know you cared for each other." "Yeah. You know, I'm relieved. I never thought I'd say that about her. I'm sitting here with both legs folded under me and an arm tucked inside my blouse like a triple amputee ... like I'll be someday." "That excites me." "I was hoping it would. I was trying to be suggestive." "I'm sitting here naked touching my stumps, wishing I wasn't alone. Would you like to spend the night?" "Uh-huh," she whispered while nodding her head. "Stay naked. I'll be over in half an hour." - "Do you think it's big enough?" Connie teased as she bounced naked on the king sized bed, her breasts moving pleasantly with each bounce. "I see Janet next week for my next trim ... the left one." She fondled the stump lovingly. "For you, two inches." She giggled, and then watched Julie undress. Julie let her lips brush Connie's lips and each felt the passion rise, quickly becoming uncontrollable. She broke free from the deep kiss. "It's more than just a fuck." "Uh-huh. If that's all it is, it's okay. I need your touch ... but yeah, it'll be much more than that." She massaged between her thighs as she kissed across a breast making the nipple swell. "Without arms, we'd have to use our lips." She kissed down into the valley and up the side to the other nipple then rolled it between her lips. "Oh-h, kiss me everywhere." She lifted a stump and rubbed it against her. "Kiss the end." Both hands wrapped around the soft end and puckered the skin. Lips pecked through the indentations, across pale scars, and then French kissed the valleys as she squeezed tighter. "Oh god-d, no ones done that." Her hand felt her wetness and a finger dove deep inside. "Ah-h," she roared. "You're a keeper." The finger flew and moisture drained along her thigh. "Ah-h," she moaned loudly. "I can't wait to kiss it with the sutures in it, after the next time." "Oh god-d, oh god-d, yeah," she began. "Then we can do your other stump and have two fresh incisions." "Ah-h, yeah-h." "I can put fresh bandages on them." "Oh-h baby-y." "I can remove the sutures for you." "Ah-h." Her hand continued to pump. "Ah-h." She bucked and thrust her hips against her fist. "Yeah-h. Then we can do more on your left leg. Make it a bunch shorter than the right." Julie French kissed the stump and inhaled the fragrance from the action nearby. A hand traveled along the inside of the thigh and a finger dug into the skin near the top. "When its this short...." "Oh god-d, oh god-d. It's boiling hot. My pussy is on fire. I'm so close." Her fingers flew. "Yeah-h, there. Oh-h god-d." Both stumps spread wide as if trying to split her body up the middle. "Ah," she sighed. "Ah." She began to relax. "I can't wait for your next trim. Next week, you said." Connie gasped as she struggled to catch her breath. "Uh-huh. I can see us living together will cause some conflicts. I mean ... I know I have to do this in stages or I'll run out of parts to amputate. The same for you." "Yeah. It's just such a turn-on to talk about it. I know we need to go slow with the actual thing. Is that okay ... just to talk and tease?" "Just so we are together." Never Enough Disclaimer: All characters are over eighteen years of age. Editing Credit: Blind_Justice Copyright © 2013 redskyes I wasn't sure what woke me up at first, if it was the feel of her soft body spooned against my front, the sweet scent of her skin, or her plump ass pressing against my dick. It didn't matter how tired I was, how desperately I just wanted to sleep. She smelled amazing, she felt fantastic, and while I knew she needed a good night's rest as much as I did, if not more, I couldn't let this moment go. In our crazy, whirlwind lives as of late, it was almost impossible to find a moment of privacy together, and to have the energy to do anything about it. Regardless, I was awake, and I was rock hard. I really didn't want to wake her up, but she felt too damn good, her soft skin under my arm, a full breast cupped in my hand. I really did want to let her sleep, but I was already grinding my cock against her ass and kissing the back of her neck, so it was too late to stop. Fuck, I loved the taste of her skin, even after eleven years. I still adored the sounds she made, like the soft moan when I clenched my hand around her big breast and felt her nipple stiffen against my palm, her body slowly turning, twisting, seeking me out, searching for more of my hands, my mouth. So receptive, even in her sleep. It was an incredible turn-on, knowing that she was mine, that I could have her right then and there, and that I was going to. The bedroom door was open, so there was that element of risk too, the possibility that he might walk in and we'd be caught in the act. How could we possibly explain what we were doing? There was no way we could make him understand. If he caught us, I had no idea how we'd get through the resulting disaster. But like I said, I couldn't stop now. Her soft skin, delicious scent and lush body had ripped me out of my slumber, and every fiber of my being was roaring with need, desire so intense that my skin felt too tight. And it was her fault, her fault that she smelled so fucking good. I had never known a woman that smelled as she did, sex and sin and just so mouthwateringly delicious. She made another sound as I shuffled down the bed and kissed her spine, raking my nails down her back, a satisfied and sleepy coo that made my cock throb with anticipation. A sound again, this one plaintive and confused, because she had been sleeping peacefully and I, the asshole, was waking her up. But it was a moan of desire too, because no matter how many times we did this, no matter how often I took her, once we started, we couldn't stop, and it was never enough. I kissed her hip and kneaded her full ass with one hand while sliding the other down her soft belly and infinitely softer mound, turned her onto her back, cupped the back of one thigh and then the other. Her legs trembled as I pushed them up and out, spreading them wide. The scent of her arousal hit me like a truck, and holy fuck, it was just unreal, sweet like her skin but musky too, an aroma that was utterly feminine and called to me on a primal level. I wasted no time, and there was no preamble. I kissed her plump labia, pulling one side and then the other into my mouth and sucking lightly, then licked her soft and hairless cleft, right up her center. Her taste only made me hungrier, mad with lust. She whimpered softly and arched her back, pushing her heaving breasts up into the air as she spilled her dew into my hungry mouth. Yes, she was tired, but she loved it when I did this, loved how very much I ached to taste her and have her in my mouth. I kissed her clit and sucked it lightly. Her hands clawed at the sheets. I pushed my arms under her thighs and grabbed hold of her waist, digging my fingers into her soft skin while licking and kissing her heavenly cunt, slurping loudly, not caring in the slightest how much noise I was making, how lewdly wet it sounded, how depraved. Goddamn, her taste, her heat. I heard myself groan and she gasped as I licked her hot flesh, pushing my tongue into her slick valley, feeling her writhe beneath me, pumping her hips up and down. I ravished her twat with my mouth, determined to get at least one small come out of her before I took her. She murmured my name, pleading, beckoning, warning and demanding. I moaned and pressed my nose against her clit and just fucking ate her up, reveling in every drop of nectar that leaked out of her and onto my tongue, every thrust of her hips, every gasping breath she took, and finally the shivering and silent climax that had her gushing into my mouth. God, I wanted her to just grab my head and crush my face between her legs. She never had, never did, and never would. She wasn't that kind of woman. She was strong and brave, fearless in everything she did, but in bed, she was a submissive to the core. It was one of the many reasons I couldn't resist her, why I never bothered trying. When I wanted her, she gave herself to me. Admittedly, she topped me from the bottom, but it didn't matter. I loved her, craved her, ached for her always, and she was mine. But she was still coming and the door was still open and she was making far too much noise, so I crawled up her body and swallowed her cries with a ravenous kiss, shoving my tongue into her mouth to silence her. She didn't care in the slightest that the lower half of my face was soaked with her musky nectar. She sucked on my tongue and then screamed into my mouth, unprepared to feel me pushing inside her. Oh, holy fuck. Tight and wet and so goddamn hot. Jesus Christ, she was hot. I pushed and pushed, until with one slow but insistent thrust, I was balls deep in the goddess beneath me. She threw her head back to scream, but I clamped my hand over her mouth. Her cunt was clenching down on my cock so powerfully that if I hadn't been hilted inside her, she would have pushed me right out. "You have to be quiet, baby," I murmured, kissing and nibbling on her neck and throat. She moaned under my hand, pleading, plaintive, begging me to move, to fuck her. "We don't want to wake him up, do we?" She whimpered and shook her head. With my hand still covering her mouth, I pushed up onto one arm and pulled my turgid dick down her slippery core, feeling every wrinkle and fold caressing my shaft and crown, and when I pushed back in, she moaned under my hand and her eyes fluttered shut. Fucking hell, the feel of her surrounding me was just unreal, indescribable. It was heaven, and it was perfect. My cock jerked inside her. My balls pulled tight to my body and the core of my shaft tingled and burned. Christ. One goddamn thrust and I was already close to coming. I needed to collect myself. "Look at me." Her eyes opened, big and green and glistening, desperate and angry, her hot gaze alone demanding that I keep moving, that I keep fucking. "Can you be quiet?" She nodded quickly. She dreaded the day he caught us just as much as I did. I smiled, lifted my hand from her mouth, and gave her a soft and sweet kiss. "Good girl." My cock had calmed somewhat, as much as it would in that situation, at any rate. Holding myself up on both arms, I slowly pulled my achingly hard dick almost completely out of her, leaving just my tip inside her. Experimentally, I pushed back in. Her flesh parted reluctantly around my crown, making me fight for every delicious inch of progress. I was delighted to find that I was no longer hanging precariously over the edge of release. She groaned and covered her mouth with her own hand. My next thrust was a little faster, a little harder. "Fuck, baby," I breathed. I pumped my hips, fucking her slow and deep, fighting her body fighting me. Gravity alone wasn't enough. I had to use practically every muscle in my body, force her to accept me. She was more than wet, but unaccustomed to me because we just didn't have the time that we used to. I wasn't hurting her. I knew her body, the sounds she made, the way she felt, all of the cues that guided me, told me what she wanted and when. And I had missed her - this part of her, this part of us - so very much. She turned her head to the side and bit down on the meat of her palm. I pushed up with my toes and rolled my hips so that my shaft would graze her clit with every thrust. Her lush body shook and her eyes flew open, staring at the wall as I pushed in and pulled out, stroking her insides with my hard length. I could feel her tightening around me, bathing me in her wet heat and easing the way for my cock to carve inside her. Having been so close to coming already, I knew it would be a while before I got back to that point, so I was free to fuck her harder and faster. My thighs slapped against hers, a lovely musical beat of flesh on flesh. She opened her legs wider and pulled her knees up, letting me push just a little deeper than before, almost too deep, but the angle was perfect. My swollen crown rubbed that spot on the roof of her cunt, back and forth, again and again. She was watching me, big green eyes wide with wonder, mouth hanging open. Her full breasts bounced up and down with every thrust of my cock into her tight feminine core, and I couldn't resist them. I pushed balls deep and grabbed a breast and pinched her nipple between thumb and forefinger. She covered her mouth and groaned loudly and her cunt clamped down on my cock. Her neck and shoulders corded and a deep blush crawled up her chest. God, I loved watching her come, feeling her clenching and releasing around me, soaking my length with her release. I kept myself deep inside until she gradually came back down, then I eased my hard prick out of her sopping wet twat. She moaned in complaint. "Hush." She whimpered softly, then sighed as I kissed her breasts and stomach, shuffling down the bed on my hands and knees. She turned her head to the side again and brought her knees together, because she knew what I wanted and she thought she was too sensitive for it. But I knew better. I knew her body. I knew what it could take. With my hands behind her knees, I forced her legs open, lifting her pelvis. The instant I saw her glistening cunt, I closed my mouth around her and pushed my tongue into her hot furrow. Her fragrance and flavor were so much more potent after she came, and I fucking loved it. I licked and slurped on her sweet box, pushing her knees towards her chest when she tried to writhe away from me, growling into her cunt, demanding that she keep still, that she submit. She whimpered and moaned and clawed her hands into the sheets. She was coming again, gushing into my mouth and I was swallowing her down. She was still coming when I lifted my soaked face from between her legs and turned her over onto her stomach. I didn't have to say a word. With her shoulders on the bed, she presented her lush ass to me, cunt glistening as she spread her legs. I took hold of her hips and shuffled forward on my knees, found her hot center with my crown and pushed inside. She moaned loudly into the mattress, the oily walls of her slick twat being forced aside by my thick length. Spreading her ass cheeks with my thumbs, I began to rock my hips back and forth, sawing my full length in and out of her body, long-stroking her until her body shimmered with sweat. Fuck, it was a lovely sight, the lips of her womanhood stretched tight around my shaft as I just plunged inside her to the hilt, my pelvis slapping against her thighs. She was pushing back, meeting me thrust for thrust and taking every inch I had. She was close to coming, but so was I, and I wasn't ready. I wasn't finished with her. Not by a long shot. I pulled my hips back, my bloated crown finally coming out of her with a wet, sucking slurp that was immediately followed by a vaginal fart. She laughed breathlessly and I chuckled with her. Moments like that were one of the many reasons I loved her so much, because we shied away from nothing, confronted the uncomfortable or embarrassing, and laughed when necessary. One of our mottos; Queef happens. You can let it ruin your play or accept it as part of sex and just roll with it. We rolled with it. She whimpered and pushed her ass towards me, begging me to fill her, to fuck her. With my hands on her lush behind, I pushed her down onto her stomach and thrust back in, laying myself along her back, reveling in the heat of her sweaty skin and the softness of her body against my harder frame. I fucked her slow at first, adoring the sounds she made, the whimpers and moans, desperate for more and pleading for release. I pushed up onto my arms and thrust harder, faster, my pelvis loudly slapping against her ass. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to hear her come again, to see her body shivering with release, but her moans were getting softer and father between. She was still tight, but so wet that there wasn't much friction anymore. I growled with frustration and yanked my dick out of her. "Don't stop," she hissed. Oh fuck, the sound of her voice, so desperate and raw and hungry. "Too wet, baby," I told her. I clenched my hand around my dick and stripped as much of her nectar off me as I could with one stroke, then I grabbed her hips and hauled her back up onto her hands and knees. She gasped and lowered her head, knowing what was coming. Lodging my cock at her opening, I crammed myself inside her. I was harder than before, longer, wider, and she was still so goddamn tight. She groaned out loud, too loudly. I cringed. "Shh," I reminded her, thrusting in and pulling out, fucking her hard and deep from crown to nuts. "Oh God," she whimpered, shoving the pillows aside and clawing at the sheets and pushing back at me, her golden hair fanning out like a fiery halo. I didn't want him to wake up and find us. I wasn't finished with her. My cock was throbbing with power, so goddamn hard and just absolutely primed to burst. She was so perfect, even after all this time. So beautiful, so fucking hot, wet and just too damned tight to be legal. My turgid length throbbed and swelled inside her, and my balls pulled tight to my groin. "Gonna come," I warned her. "Please!" she gasped, pushing back to slap her ass against my pelvis. I leaned over her and held myself up with one arm then wrapped the other around her chest to maul her breasts and pinch her nipples. Otherwise I just held still, letting her rock her body back and forth beneath me, letting her take her pleasure, impaling her hot cunt on my cock again and again. "Oh my God," she moaned, body shivering and shaking and coming again. "Oh God!" I couldn't move. She felt too good, too perfect. The slightest movement on my part and I'd burst. "Come inside me," she gasped, pushing higher up onto her arms, pressing her back against my chest. "Please, baby. Come inside me." My cock swelled and my balls pulled so tight to my body that I thought they might crawl inside. With my arm around her chest, I heaved both of us up onto our knees. I wrapped my hand around her throat and squeezed, cutting off her air, fucking my unyielding cock up into her body again and again, knowing that I was almost too big for her, almost too long, almost too wide. She laid her arms over mine on her chest while I fucked her perfect cunt. I felt it coming. My belly tightened, snapped loose, and hot cum rushed up my shaft. I thrust balls-deep and bit her shoulder, dimly aware that she couldn't breathe. I exploded in her depths, releasing a torrent of thick semen into her climaxing core, rope after rope of hot goo until I felt it leaking out of her and over my balls. She shivered and shook in my arms, and began to go limp. With a final gasp, I released her throat. She took a sharp breath and collapsed, but I held onto her and eased her down onto the bed. She lay prone, arms and legs out, catching her breath while my dick remained snug inside her cum-soaked pussy. I leaned over her and kissed her sweaty back and shoulders, then nibbled on the back of her neck. "That was a nice midnight surprise," she mumbled. I chuckled and kissed her cheek, my erection waning, her body pushing me out of her and making both of us moan plaintively. I laid down beside her and she rolled over to drape her body over mine, cupping my cheek in her hand and kissing me. I hated that I was getting older, that I couldn't stay hard for hours and hours like in my youth, because even though I was flying high after fucking her for what must have been the ten-thousandth time, it wasn't enough. It would never be enough. I wanted her always. "I love you," she murmured against my lips. "Love you too." I kissed her again, softly but at great length. She laid her head down on my chest and stroked her hand up and down my stomach. I wrapped my arm around her back and we just held each other for a while, gently stroking and petting, and occasionally kissing, and I hated my treacherous, aging body, because even after all that, I still wanted her. Hm. Maybe it was time for a little blue pill. Could be fun. She snorted quietly. "I can't believe we didn't wake him up." "Wouldn't have been my fault," I told her, stroking her soft back. "You make all the noise. Not me." She pushed up onto her elbow and frowned. "Do not." "Do so. I can keep quiet. You, on the other hand, need a gag." She bounced her eyebrows at me. "Promise?" I grinned and added an item to my mental shopping list. She frowned again and looked at the open door. "I don't know how he slept through that." She glanced at me, green eyes a little wide with concern, instincts kicking in. "Should we check on him?" I shrugged a shoulder. "He's two. He could sleep through an earthquake." She nodded, but she was still looking at me expectantly. Then she bit her lower lip and flashed sad puppy dog eyes at me. I sighed. "I'll go check on him." She smiled triumphantly, rolling away so that I could get up. I pulled on my flannel pants and glared at her. "You're a manipulative bitch, you know that?" She blew me a kiss. He was sound asleep, head on his pillow and his arms and legs tucked under him, trying to keep warm because he'd pushed his blanket down the crib. And, of course, he was adorable, perfect, and ours. I pulled the blanket over him and kissed the back of his head, taking a moment to breathe in his unique scent, a mix of his mom and dad, her hair, my skin. I left before my presence woke him, and before I started tearing up. Making my way back to our room, I kicked off my pants and crawled into bed, wrapping my arms around my wife and pulling her back into my chest. She cooed quietly, half asleep, soft and warm, so utterly feminine and so goddamn perfect, and she was all mine. I was one lucky bastard. I held her close and breathed in her scent as I drifted off to sleep. Never enough.