5 comments/ 37352 views/ 4 favorites All in the Family Ch. 05 By: callmejack All In The Family – Chapter 5 The Explanation ++++++++++++++++++ Please read the introduction to Chapter 1 if you haven't already done so. I am writing this story as close as I can from the material shared by this amazing couple. They trusted me with their story, and I hope I have done them justice. With their consent, I have taken liberties with the sexual content and in creating much of their dialogue in the interest of telling a more erotic story, but the basic settings and occurrences are accurate. I have also chosen to tell it in my friend's voice instead of as a narrator. Jack ++++++++++++++++++ Clearly either relieved or happy to unload her secret, mom started in earnest. "According to my mother her first husband died before I was conceived. She changed her name back to her maiden name – Dixon. We were left broke and in debt. She went to work for a lawyer named Jacob Harrison, who needed a receptionist and was willing to help her with the creditors. Mom didn't have too many skills and she thought the guy was real nice so she worked very hard for him, learning all she could and, about a year later, mom was promoted to his personal legal secretary. My mother told me that during that year she had fallen in love with someone and they had an affair. She got pregnant but the man was married so she had me alone. An abortion was out of the question. My mother said lawyer Harrison was very generous, giving her a little more money and the time she needed during the pregnancy. After I was born, my mother sent me off to live with her sister and continued to work for lawyer Harrison. About five years later the lawyer's wife died after a long illness. My mother spent a lot of time with him then, keeping him together so his practice didn't collapse. After all, she needed the job and the benefits." "Then late one afternoon, when everyone else had gone home, lawyer Harrison asked her to marry him – just like that. He said he had, after all, a seven-year-old son to take care of and he needed help. She could sleep in her own room and he wouldn't ask her for anything physical. In exchange for being his "wife" and helping to raise his son and attend the occasional social function, he would pay off all of her debts and the mortgage, sell her house and match dollar for dollar whatever she received as the sales price, have me live with her and him and provide for me and pay for my education. In addition, he would make sure she was provided for in the event of his death. 'Why don't you just get a live in' she asked. 'Because I am hoping you will come to feel about me as I feel about you' was his answer 'and I want someone I can trust to raise my son.' My mother ultimately agreed and shortly thereafter they were married. Over time, lawyer Harrison was right – my mother did love him and so did I. I could finally call him Jake." "We moved in with Jake and his son – that's dad. Dad and I became instant friends. It was like we had known each other our whole lives. As we grew up, dad and I shared everything and anything. We talked all the time about everything. I got to trust him with anything. About the time we were eighteen, and just finishing high school, my hormones were raging. I was a rebel and wanted to sample sex but was afraid of a reputation if I had it with a stranger or a schoolmate. It was a real small town. Dad had a string of "loose" girls he was screwing on a regular basis so I figured he knew something about it. So I asked him if he was interested in having sex with me. Well, we were so much in love mentally it was easy for us to make that jump. There we were in a full blown sexual relationship, overnight. We saw no reason that could be an obstacle. We weren't really related, so we made love every afternoon after school until my mother got home from the office. We never looked back. There was no one else we wanted to be with. We continued at it all through college and during dad's law school. I purposely took a job at the law school to be near him. We were living together and our parents never had a clue. Dad came home to tell me he had accepted an offer to work in Hartford, Connecticut and that he would be moving east. He wanted me to come with him and I agreed." "We celebrated in the new apartment in Connecticut. We agonized over how to make it work – Dad was going to be a prominent lawyer (we hoped) and living with, or even married to his stepsister was difficult to sell in conservative New England. Just like that he came up with an idea. The plan was I would change my name back to Dixon, as I had changed it to Harrison on my sixteenth birthday as a surprise to Jake. He would marry another woman in a relationship of convenience. The woman would know about us and she would agree in advance to our continuing relationship. It was a wild scheme and we needed a really good friend to make it work. I didn't care so long as I could be with him. We convinced my friend Cecile, someone I was working with, to participate in the plan and she agreed. They liked each other well enough. She was from very modest means and just wanted her fair share of him and a life style and financial security. Her terms were that they were to be married. In exchange, she would sign an agreement stipulating to everything we had agreed. Dad and I agreed to not see each other for a little while to let the two of them "adjust"." That's when she stopped and looked at both of us. "You want to say anything?" she asked. We were both speechless. "What was real strange" she continued "was that Cecile and I got pregnant around the same time. She had insisted that a child would cement their image and dad conceded the obvious. I said it was OK with me but I realized that the child was an excuse. Cecile had fallen deeply in love with dad, something I completely understood, and she was jealous of our relationship. She figured if she had a child with him, he might be less willing to spend time with me and honor the "bonds" of matrimony, notwithstanding our agreement. It was driving a wedge between us and it was a hurtful act – something I never forgave her for. Dad and I agreed to an open relationship considering he was sleeping with Cecile so that I could find a friend as well. For a while it seemed to work out. That was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do in my life. But life has a funny way of messing you up. During one of our infrequent times together, as it turned out to be for several years, was memorable. We made passionate love all night. Shortly thereafter I found out I was pregnant. I couldn't tell dad." "I never said anything to dad until we ended up in the same prenatal class. What a shock that was for all of us. Our due dates were within four weeks of each other. As it turned out, I was early and she was late so you were born on the same day. Dad was going crazy in the hospital having his wife and me giving birth at the same time. The nurses and doctors were constantly trying to calm him down as he went from room to room. In the end we both gave birth at about 10:30. Dad spent the next three days in the hospital. He almost had a nervous breakdown from the stress. We agreed then that we needed to try to stay apart for the kid's sake and for a little peace for him at home. I loved him so much I was willing to give him up for his happiness. Jake had died and left my mother some money. Dad denied his financial inheritance keeping only his father's library so that my mom would have plenty and not have to worry – he is so like that. About when you were 18 months my mother died leaving me the money and papers from Jake. That's what we supplemented our income with so I could afford to spend more time with you until you started school and I could go back to work full time. Dad gave me money when things were tight as well." "So I'm your child with dad and Dan is Cecile's child with dad. That makes us half-brother and sister not step-kids. We have a problem!" "What kind of problem" mom asked. Well, I thought here goes the ballgame. "You are right about Dan and me" Dania said " we have been lovers since we came up here to the lake. We did the usual kid stuff at home while we were growing up but nothing serious until now. We were pretty open at home when you guys weren't there – modesty wise. It started out innocent enough, but now there is no one else I want to be with. He is the only one I feel safe with and who will accept me as I am. I love him so much and he is so much a part of me now, mentally and physically, that I would rather die than be separated from him." "And you" mom asked me. "I feel the same. You must understand what that total feeling is. Besides we didn't think it was a problem – we didn't know we were really blood relatives! You just told us how it affected you. So what do we do? Shouldn't we tell dad?" "God no – don't tell him. It would kill him. He is so proper, just us being stepsiblings is bad enough. Besides, I'm not sure he knows for sure that Dania is his child – the subject never came up and I never told him. It is the only secret I have kept from him. So we have to keep all this between us for now. I will help you – if you want me to – to keep your relationship from dad for the short run only." Dania and I looked at each other stunned. Did we just hear that her mom, my father's step-sister, my new mom, was going to let us continue our relationship and help us keep it from my dad? "I just have one request" mom said "don't flaunt it in front of me. I love you kids and all I want is your happiness. I don't have to like it, but I respect where you are coming from. After all, I'm not so far from that same place. I won't pry, but be discrete – even with me. Maintain the game you two have been playing and I think I can control what dad perceives. Remember he isn't blind and he is very observant. Break that promise and I will have to end it – one way or another. And above all, don't get pregnant! Deal?" "Oh mom" said Dania "I love you so much. Thank you ... thank you ... thank you." "Mom" I said, she smiled at me when I called her that "we will do everything in our power to warrant that love, trust and confidence." "You will make a fine lawyer some day – or a politician" she said and we all hugged each other. We had a hell of night. All I wanted to do was crash with Dania in my arms. So we all cleaned up and went to bed. Only this time Dania and I went to her room together. As I walked into her room with her, I turned to shut the door and saw mom frowning. Dania and I talked all night about what we were going to do next so we could stay together. As the sun came up, I got an idea that would not only have us living together, alone, without anyone questioning our relationship and meet with my dad's approval. It was simple really. We would rent an apartment at school instead of spending the money on room and board. The institutional food, we had heard, was terrible and expensive so we could cook for ourselves in our own place. Pleased with our brilliance, we fell asleep, after Dania and I made quiet love on the floor. It was like a new beginning – even more so than before. The following Saturday, mom went to pick dad up at the airport. Earlier in the week, we had discussed our plan with mom and she was willing to support it so long as we rented a two-bedroom apartment. I started making calls to realtors and found there were five or six apartment complexes that would fit our needs and they all currently had vacancies for two-bedroom semi-furnished units. We checked around and decided to ask them to hold a unit for us in the one closest to campus and that we would be there to inspect it two weeks before school started. They agreed so long as we sent a deposit which mom took care of by mail. Part one accomplished. But life has a funny way of messing you up. When dad arrived at the cabin he looked totaled. He looked like he hadn't slept in days. Mom whooshed him off to bed and told us to fend for our own dinner that she was going to take care of dad. I asked whether everything would be OK and she said he would be fine, not to worry. Throughout the evening, Dania and I would sneak up to their door and try to hear what they talking about. We got bits and pieces and I heard the name Jake and Miranda (mom's mother) mentioned a few times so I knew they were discussing them. About 11:00, when Dania and I were just getting ready to go to bed, mom came down the stairs. She looked distraught and very, very tired. "Come here kids, we have to talk" she muttered. We all sat down together in the living room. "Mom, what happened, is everything all right with dad, is he sick or something." " No, he is physically just fine but very tired. Something happened on Tuesday and he hasn't slept since. He was moving one of Jake's books when it accidentally fell to the ground. Out came this paper. When dad looked at it he had the shock of his life. It was my birth certificate and it said that Miranda and Jake were my mother and father. That means that dad and I are not stepsiblings, like we thought, we are half brother and sister! It's destroying this wonderful man and I don't know what to do. I kept asking if he felt any differently about me and he said no – if anything he loved me more. I am hoping this will be OK over time but you guys need to be very careful. If he finds out about you at this point it could crush him." "We'll cool it when dad is around and not do anything around the cabin at any time" answered Dania. "I don't think we want dad to be anything but the happy guy he was last week and if we can make that happen, then all the better. Are we supposed to know?" "That's part of his problem" mom said "he wants to tell you and get rid of that big ax of dishonesty hanging over his head but he is having a hard time justifying telling you. It may take a while – so play along. I know you guys can handle it. I see the maturity you guys are displaying about yourselves." "We'll take your lead, mom" I said and we agreed to head up to bed. Dania and I slept separately. The next morning dad and mom were already up when I got downstairs. Dania was still sleeping. I poured some coffee and sat next to dad. We had a pleasant but very superficial conversation, something we weren't used to. I looked at mom. She nodded so I asked "Dad, is everything alright?" "Dan, I'll explain everything when Dania is awake. I need some time to sort it all out. I'm not sick and everything at the office is fine so not to worry. OK?" My dad had always been straight with me so I acquiesced and sat in silence for a while in the kitchen drinking my coffee. A while later, my beautiful Dania came down the steps looking radiant as ever. God did I love that woman. She grabbed a coffee and I motioned for her to come into the great room. Dad and mom were sitting on the sofa, holding hands. Mom was stroking dads head in that loving touch that women do to men. Dad was looking a lot better so we both sat down. "Kids, I have something to tell you. I will make no excuses for it and mom and I have agreed to hold nothing back. I want you to know that we didn't know anything about this until this week. What we are going to tell you must not go outside this family – do you understand?" We just nodded. "OK, On Tuesday I was going through an old book that I got from my father's estate. I accidentally dropped it and some papers fell out. When I open them one of them was a birth certificate – Amanda's. I found out from this document that some of the family lore I had been told wasn't completely accurate. Mom agrees and I want to say to you that we love you both very much and we would never wish to hurt you. Mom is my half-sister – we share one parent – my father." Then he did something most incredible. He took mom's hand, looked softly into her green eyes, smiled at her, turned to us and said: "But, I wouldn't have changed anything had I known all this before. I love this woman with every fiber of my body. We are connected in mind, body and spirit and you two are the greatest blessing any couple could have! And that is the only thing that is really important to me." Mom and Dania started crying. I didn't know what to do. I was on overload. I was thinking maybe we should tell dad about Dania and me. I looked over at mom and she must have known what I was thinking. She looked me straight in the eye and shook her head "no". I nodded my acknowledgement. Needless to say, the rest of the day was all about these amazing revelations and reading some of the documents and letters dad had brought up. The love letters were simply amazing; these buttoned up people could be so open about their feelings for each other in such passionate prose. I was going to have to improve on my writing skills if I wanted to describe my feelings for Dania. That night, Dania and I went for a walk on the trail around the lake. After we were out of sight of the cabin, we held hands as we walked. In a clearing about half way around the lake I stopped and took her in my arms. "I love you more now then ever before" I said, holding her to me closely. "And I you" was her response as she got on her toes and reached up to kiss me. We stood there in the moonlight, holding and kissing each other. What came across my mind was that it was like a goodbye between lovers. Dania must have been reading my mind. "Dan how can we not try to be like dad and mom? Do we love each other any less? Are we connected any less in mind, body and spirit? Do we desire each other any less today than last week?" The relief on my face must have been obvious. "Daniel Harrison, were you thinking this was goodbye? My God I hope not. If anything, it should be a renewed hello!" "The thought had crossed my mind" I replied "but I am still a little confused from today." "I have just the thing to fix that" she said. She backed away and started a slow and sensual strip tease. As she unbuttoned her shirt I saw she wasn't wearing a bra. As I watched her, moving my eyes up and down her body, she was smiling. "Do I still have that effect on you when you see my body Dan?" "What do you think" I said and looked down. Sure enough I was already sprouting a hard-on. That encouraged her to be even more sexual in her movements. She shrugged her shoulders and the shirt fell to the ground exposing her gorgeous tits. She unbuttoned the top of her shorts and tugged the zipper down. As she finished, they slipped to her ankles revealing just a pair of thong panties. They were already beginning to show her wetness. She stepped out of her shorts, turned around and grabbed her panties. As she bent over slowly, showing me her perfect ass, she pulled the panties down. There she was, the most beautiful, desirable and sexual woman in the world - just for me. "See anything you want sailor?" she grinned. I reached over and, as I pulled her to me, I turned her around. I reached around her and began to play with her tits. She reached back and unbuttoned my shorts and let them fall to the ground. Then she stuck her hand in my briefs and pulled out my cock and started stroking it. My hands started roaming all over her body, caressing her tits, her stomach and her mound. She spread her legs to allow my fingers to play with her clit and rub her labia. She was wet, real wet. I turned her back to facing me and nudged her to the ground. It was soft with pine needles and, as she settled in, she raised her legs and spread them. I leaned down between her legs and started licking her pussy and flicking her clit. I spread her lips with my hands and tongue fucked her. She was breathing hard and pushing back against my face. I stuck one, then two and then three fingers into her and started a rhythmic in and out while I licked her clit. When I stuck a finger in her ass she came almost immediately. All in the Family Ch. 05 "Oh Rachel you should have been there to see it! Dad and Jamie fucking each other, it was so hot I just had to tell you about it. I'm so horny I'm masturbating right now!" Mary exclaimed on the phone with Rachel. "Really, why don't you come over and we'll take care of that problem for you? Your not pussy is so delicious- Damn you're making me hot and wet, come over here and I'll have my family take care of us both, you know you want to." Mary sat listening with her hand between her legs playing with her clit. The good sensation of a blooming climax was coming over her, "Rachel, I'm about to cum. When I get there you'll have to clean me out and start all over again. I love your tongue, and I'll do the same for you, is that a deal?" Rachel had called her brother Randy in her room while Mary spoke, he lay between her legs, fingering her and licking at her, "Mmm, yeah Mary that's a deal, I got Randy already warming me up for you." "Damn!" Mary exclaimed as her orgasm exploded inside her. "Sounded like a good one. I got to let you go, Randy wants me to suck on him so I better hop to it." "Okay, I'll see if Dad and Jamie will come, is that cool?" "Yeah, the more the merrier, just come on over when you're ready." Mary hung up with Rachel and raced downstairs. In the living room was Jamie watching T.V. with his hand down his pants, "Hey sis, what's up?" "I have two questions to ask you." "Okay, what are they?" "One, how's your ass doing?" Mary laughed. Jamie laughed too, "The pain's gone but I haven't shit right for a week." "That sucks but I was wondering if you had any plans because I was going to introduce you and Dad to Rachel and her family." "I'm up for it, so long as I'm doing the fucking." Mary smiled, "Sure, now I got to find Dad." "He's in the bedroom." "Is he feeling okay?" "Yeah but he's tired," Jamie replied with a devilish grin. "You paid him back huh?" "Yeah, sure did." "Well I'll see if he's up to going then." Mary went to her father's room and slowly opened the door. She peeked in quietly and saw her Dad lying on his side, sleeping. She paused for a second before crawling in bed beside him. After placing his arm around her she snuggled her butt against his dick and felt it twitch, his grip around her tightened. "Daddy?" "Yes baby girl?" "Would you like to go with Jamie and me over to Rachel's house and meet her and her family?" "I don't know baby, I don't feel that good and I suppose you already know what Jamie just did to me?" "Awe Daddy, please go, it's not fun unless you're there." "I'll think about it, when were you planning to go?" "I wanted to go as soon as possible." "Oh well, I guess I'll sit this one out then." "No Daddy, come on!" "Baby I've just been anally raped by your brother, I don't really feel like reliving the experience, especially so soon." "Fine Daddy, be that way, see if I ever fuck you again." "Mary, don't be like that." "Fuck you, I'm leaving." "Mary wait!" Mary stormed out of the bedroom and raced upstairs to get ready. Jamie walked in and watched her change before breaking the silence, "So Dad didn't give you what you wanted huh? Is that why you're so mad?" "No. . . And yes." "You play the role of Daddy's little princess?" "Yes." "Hmm, and you still didn't get your way? Did you play with Dad while asking?" "No." "Awe, there's your problem, to win a man over you either need to make him food or please him sexually." "Oh well, I'm about to get all of the dick I can handle. So are you ready?" "Yeah, I want to fuck you right now." "Calm down cheetah, you'll get yours," she grabbed her bag and went out the door with Jamie in tow; William sat in hr car waiting. "Dad, what are you doing?" Jamie asked. "I'm waiting for you two." Mary grinned eagerly as she got into the passenger seat, Jamie climbed in the back. She knocked on the door when they had arrived and waited for an answer while Jamie and William stood nervously behind her. The door opened and Rachel's mom answered, dressed in a loose, silky robe with a cigarette in one hand and beer in the other. "Well hello Mary, Mmm, I see you brought the family with you this time, come on in." Everyone was gathered in the living room and a strange fog surrounded them. Mary, Jamie, and William sat on the pillow that surrounded the coffee table. A joint was being passed around and everyone inhaled, some even did a shotgun. Introductions were made while getting stoned and intoxicated. Rachel's father, mother, and two brothers got busy getting to know William and Jamie. Mary and Rachel however went off to the side to do a sixty-nine, passionately eating each other out when everyone noticed that the two girls were missing they turned till they found them, nipples and dicks suddenly became very hard at the sight. Rachel's mom, Brenda, decided she should join in and crawled over to them, disrobing, she laid herself next to them, sucking and massaging their tits. "Want to do your own thing or convince them to let us join in?" Rachel's brother Aidan asked the guys. Jamie and William looked at each other before William replied, "I think we'll join in with them." "I'm with you on that," Rachel's dad, Jim, agreed. Rachel's brothers shrugged and commenced to fondling each other. Jamie and the two dads went over to the girls and eased in. The room spun as Jamie thought he was slipping his dick inside of Mary but it was Rachel's moans that he felt vibrate against his dick, he was so wasted that he didn't care. "Go ahead and take my wife for a spin, she's a good fuck. I'll take good care of sweet Mary, I always do," Jim slurred. William nodded his head and moved over to Brenda, "Come here stud." Brenda crawled over to him and immediately began sucking his dick, William believed he had died and entered Heaven. Jim fingered Mary's ass lightly while lapping at her pussy, she wrapped her legs around him to bring him closer. She reached around to hold his dick and rub as much as possible. Jamie has stopped fucking Rachel doggystyle long enough to flip her over and continue fucking her with her legs on his shoulders. "Man I love your dick!" Rachel exclaimed, playing with her breasts. Randy and Aidan were making their own noises with a lot of sucking noises from dicks fully swallowed by mouths. They were now taking turns slapping balls against flesh while leaning against the wall. "Let me ride you," Mary asked as she pulled away from Jim to push him back and straddled him quickly inserting his dick inside her wet pussy. Rachel reached over to massage her father's balls; Jamie fucked her harder as she rode on another wave of her climax. Soon her brother's quickly joined in, Randy sucked on Mary's breasts while Aidan played with his sister's nipples, both eager to fuck something. Brenda and William looked to see the large naked group next to them and scooted over to join with them. Aidan moved over to his mother and Brenda began sucking his dick while William loomed over her, fucking her hard. Moans erupted around the room as everyone rode on the enjoyment that surged through their bodies. Aidan had moved under Rachel and slid his dick in her ass. "I want to cum so bad but I'm trying hard to hold on," William breathed out in a rasp. All the men chimed in, in agreement. Jim has a wonderful brainstorm, "Why don't we get in a line and fuck each other?" The girls laughed and Brenda asked, "How are we going to join in or is this a male only thing?" "Strap-ons baby, strap-ons." "Oh," the girls replied in unison. "So what does everyone think?" "We could try it I guess," William answered. "Great! I'll be right back," Jim hurried down the hall, his dick and balls flapping as he walked. "You mean we are going to get to fuck you guys in the ass? Oh what sweet revenge I feel coming on me," Mary replied. "Remember, we'll be fucking you at the same time so I suggest you take it easy," Aidan replied. "I make no promises." "Here they are ladies, all big, black, and clean," Jim announced. Each girl quickly slipped on the artificial dick and waited to hear their next instructions. Jim began lining up the guys and stuck the girls in between them. "Well, looks like we'll have some guy on guy action but everybody get in a comfortable position and go at it!" It took a minute for everyone to get into place but eventually they were poised for position when one by one real and fake dicks were being slid into pussies and asses that were used to being violated on a regular basis. Moans and heavy breathing started from around the room. Randy pulled out too far and slipped it inside his mother's pussy. "Oh baby that feels even better," Brenda complimented while leading his hand down to her breasts where he eagerly massaged and kneaded, adding to his mother's enjoyment. "Do I please you mama?" Randy asked. "Oh yes baby, very much so." Jim was at the end of the line fucking William in the ass and massaging his balls at the same time, "Would you like me to fuck you harder?" "No thank you, I'd rather not be fucked in the ass at all." "Would you rather switch with me instead?" "Yes, I'd rather fuck than be fucked." Jim and William swapped out leaving Mary's ass bare while she fucked Randy. She sighed when her ass was once again filled with a big thick dick. Jim's thrusts were aggressive as he moved his pelvis harder to help Mary while making William's thrusts come off harder as well. "William, put some force into it, get out some of that aggression." William obliged and rammed harder, Jim grunted at the slight pain but enjoyed the change. "Mary, does this feel good to you, do you like my idea baby girl?" "Yes Jim, mmm, I love it, mmm, you feel so good inside me. Slip it in my pussy Jim, fuck me there and make me go crazy." Jim slipped his dick out of her ass and thrust his dick inside her still wet and hot waiting pussy. He bent her over for a better access which brought more and better access to his own ass for William. Mary brought the ass of Randy towards her and a chain reaction began until Aidan, who was at the front of the line, w as in a doggystyle position, jerking himself off. "Jamie, fuck me in my pussy right quick so I can get off," Rachel requested. "I think I'm about to come," Aidan stated out loud. His semen spilled out of his dick and onto the carpet. "Aidan, you should have let me finish you off, I love it when a guy comes in my mouth," Rachel stated. "Sorry sis, there's always next time though." "Ah, oh, ah, Jamie!" Rachel screamed and her body convulsed as she had her orgasm. Aidan quickly lapped up her juices to return the favor then hurriedly moved to Jamie's dick, jerking him off while Rachel took his testicles one by one, sucking them until it was her turn to suck him off. His juices blurted out of his dick and onto her face, which Aidan began licking Jamie's cum off her face erotically. Next William spilled his seed in Jim's ass and moved hurriedly to clean his dick off but Mary stopped him. "Daddy, bring that cock over here and I'll clean it good for you." William stood to watch his daughter suck his cock clean while fucking and getting fucked. "Now that's what I call multi-tasking." Brenda sighed heavily as she climaxed. Randy pulled out and Aidan laid her down to clean her pussy out. "Here Mary suck my dick while Randy fucks your pussy." Randy crawled over to fuck Mary sideways with one leg over his shoulder while she took the entire length of Jim's cock in her mouth. "Oh yea Mary, you're a good cock sucker, you little bitch." "She's a good fuck too." The rest of the crowd looked on happily, some getting aroused again but were too wore out to do anything about it. They watched as Jim took over fucking Mary's mouth while she became focused on the good feelings Randy was bringing her while he fucked her pussy raw. Mary moaned as she came, her moan vibrating around Jim's dick making him thrust harder and faster until cum squirted in and around her mouth. With one last go, Randy pushed all his seed into her and as he pulled out his seed also drizzled onto her swollen pussy. The three of them collapsed to the floor, panting hard while Mary lay there covered in cum with a smile on her face. Later William, Mary, and Jamie were riding back home from Rachel's house after cleaning up. All three were content but pretty exhausted. "So guys, how did you guys like that?" "I loved it!" Jamie exclaimed. William chimed in, "I enjoyed myself too." "When would we like to go back?" "No time soon, I got to rest about a month first," William replied. "Next weekend I'm free," Jamie answered. They all laughed as William slid his hand up Mary's thigh and her hand crawled up on his dick. Her legs slid open to welcome his hand and Jamie looked on, pulling his cock out of his jeans. "Let's pull over," Mary breathed heavily. All in the Family Ch. 05 A prosthetic arm dangled by her side. It attached to Alex's arm several inches above where the left elbow used to be and ended in a shiny metal hook. She wore her trademark white t-shirt and stiff Wrangler jeans. Standing in the space between the kitchen and living room, she brushed her fingers thought the short haircut and made a wolf whistle while looking at Holly sitting on the couch dressed only in an unbuttoned blouse. "Six months," Alex said as she raised the hook slightly. "You've got to see this scene," Holly said picking up the remote with her only hand then crossing her legs leaving an ankle resting over a knee. She sat close, their thighs touching, her hook resting in her lap, and watched the woman going down on the older man. "Looks like us every night," she teased then leaned over and kissed Holly deeply for a long moment. "Thanks for letting me into the family." "Dad digs it too." She giggled and played with a nipple barely peeking from under Holly's blouse. "It was easy to fall for you." "'Cause I had one arm?" "That, of course, helped." The palm pressed over the same breast and gently rolled it beneath the warm skin. "You didn't seem to mind ... that I look like a guy." "Why would I?" "Don't know. You were just naturally accepting. It was sweet. I like my pussy, I just, you know, am not, ah, feminine. I like Dad, and I like you. I love being with both of you." "To me, you're sexier without the arm." "Do you mean the prosthetic arm?" Alex watched as she played with the hook with her fingers then looked slowly up at Holly nodding. "You know, I find it less exciting that I imagined ... the hardware that is." She stood and looked down at her feet. She pulled the t-shirt off and removed the arm. Her stump moved about freely then she sat and put the t-shirt back on leaving the stump exposed. "There. How's that?" There was no response and she pulled the whole arm inside the t-shirt. "Armless?" she teased and leaned casually against the back of the couch. - The climate was moderate all year long and when it was cold in most places, it was still warm enough to lounge by the pool. Jack and his wife Thelma still lived in Robert and Casey's guesthouse. Nick and his wife Patty were visiting for a month. Alone by the pool, Patty reclined against one hand, her legless hips barely covered by the bottom of a black thong swimsuit. Her lovely breasts exposed to the sun. Patty was the sister of Jack's father who was Robert's brother. Like her, like her husband, everyone in the family was an amputee, all thanks to Robert being a surgeon. The joke was Robert made amputees and Casey made them prosthetics. Telling the joke always prompted laughter among family members. Using a single crutch, Thelma carried a drink glass and walked gracefully through the large French doors towards the pool. She stopped, sat beside Patty and dipped her foot in the warm pool water. "You're looking quite nice." "Almost a year since the wedding. How's married life?" "As good as having one leg," she teased then sipped the drink. "Quite the family." She drank some then looked along Patty's body to her hips. "Love having them completely off," she said letting a hand rest over one stump. The hand remained in place as she turned towards Thelma. "Someday, you should be like this." She twisted her body and faced her sitting straight up and balancing on her bottom. Her hands rested together where her lap would have been. Thelma shook her head and sipped the rest of the drink then sat the glass away from the edge of the pool. Her hand slid across the edging and felt beside the patch of cloth on the thong. A fingertip ran along the faint but visible scar then played with the small waistband, just for a second. "Nice on you though," she whispered before letting her fingertip retrace the path in reverse. "Darling," she said in a near moan as she felt the fingertip trace close to the small patch of fabric. She glanced quickly around and realized they were alone, though it didn't matter. Her lips pressed against Thelma's and drove her tongue deep as she had last night. Thelma's face rested between her hands and her thumbs stroked beside each eye. Her breath blew warm over Thelma's tongue as she temporarily struggled to maintain her balance and control her emotions. The emotionally charged moment passed and breathing returned to normal though their faces remained close. They could still feel each other's warmth. Patty stared deep into Thelma's eyes and pecked one last time at her lips. "Sweetie, I need someone to talk to," she whispered in an unsteady voice. Thelma hugged her and whispered into her ear, "Sure. I'm always here for you." - Robert, Nick, and Jack lounged on three overstuffed leather chairs in front of a large stone fireplace in the den with walls covered in dark wood bookcases filled with leather bound volumes. Robert's leg ended below the knee and crossed lazily over the other knee. The short stump occasionally moved back and forth as he held a glass of whiskey in one hand and looked at the others, who were both missing their left legs - Jack more so than Nick. "How goes the stump maker?" Nick asked before chuckling. "I'm still chopping those limbs off." He roared with laughter. "Patty's sure looks great without legs." "Great thing of beauty," Jack slyly said taking a sip of beer from the long neck bottle. "I wouldn't be lying if I said I sometimes think about that for myself ... but I'm fine this way." He took another swing of beer. "How's Jean doing?" "Better than I'd do without arms," Nick groaned. "Casey bugs her about getting an arm made for the longer stump, but your mother is now talking about having that stump shortened to be like the other one." "Completely off?" Robert quizzed. "Now that is something that gets me fired up and hot." He chugged his whiskey and gasped as he sat the glass on the low table in the center of the chairs. "Armless women, wow." "Shit Bob," Jack started. "You just dig stumps ... no matter how many, which ones, or what gender they are on." "Yup. Got me there ... yes you do." Nick looked around, pausing as he looked at each man. He drank more beer and rolled the bottle between his hands. "I know Patty is family, related and all." He drank another sip as the other men looked quietly at him. "Last night with both of you, that was great." They had watched football reruns and slept together in one large bed. "There're times I kind of wished I lived with a guy." There was kissing and plenty of sex too. All the men and some of the women in the family seemed to swing both ways within the family. "She's pressing me to get rid of my other leg. You know, to be all off like hers are. Not sure it's right for me." - Casey leaned against the doorframe and looked at Patty and Thelma by the pool hugging. They seemed to be engaged in a serious conversation. She watched for a moment longer before crutching towards them. She settled on the opposite side of Patty from Thelma and laid her crutches behind her. She sat for a while and watched. Thelma pulled away and teasingly said, "She's trying to talk me into having the other leg off AND my stump gone too." "You can't fool me, it looked like you two were necking." She laughed and rubbed a hand along Patty's back and over one hip. "Babe...." Patty started then just looked letting her eyes drift over Casey's body. "What?" "Oh, I was thinking about last night." "Uh-huh," Thelma said. "Glad the guys slept together." "Maybe we can talk them into doing that again." Casey snickered then they all laughed. - Kate turned the shop lights off and locked the door. The high-tech prosthetic leg moved comfortably letting her walk as gracefully now, as before Robert amputated her left leg. Her black skirt stopped about knee length and did not hide the silver metal part of the leg that attached to the black carbon fiber socket. There were matching black running shoes on each foot. She walked to the parking lot. "Hey darling," Tony, her husband, called. He was slightly out of breath, having walked quickly from the office hoping to catch a ride home. "My husband won't let talk to strange men." She roared with laughter. "Just 'cause I happen to like women with one leg doesn't mean I'm strange." He joined in with her laughter as he hugged and kissed her. "Well, get in then. I'm going to tie you to my bed and wear you out." "Hmmm, haven't heard that since last night." He sat in the seat, closed the door, and fastened his seatbelt. "How's the leg?" "The prosthesis is good, the stump is great. Guess I need to get Casey to look at the socket fit. I've got a small spot in a place that doesn't like small spots ... if you know what I mean." - Curt was laying undressed on the king size bed reading a detective thriller, two pillows stuffed under his head. A single bedside lamp turned on in the otherwise dark room. Lost in the tension on the page, he missed Alex and Holly as they reclined naked on the far side of the bed. By the time he lowered the opened book to his lap, they were deep in the throws of passion. Tongues shoved as far as possible down each throat, palms massaged places that needed that. He watched for a moment then put the bookmark in place and the closed book on the nightstand. His hand stroked Holly's back and massaged her neck as he worked his way closer. The erection started before, but now fully in place as his first kiss wetted Holly's back. A finger dragged through the crevasse of her ass then his hand touched the shoulder where the arm had been. Alex clambered over both bodies then lay beside him letting her arm stump rub his chest downward past his stomach. The soft end of the stump rubbed the underside of his cock pressing it against his stomach. Her hand encircled part of his left thigh near the hip and rubbed back and forth in a sawing motion. "About here," she groaned quietly. "Yeah." She pecked and kissed along where she had marked. "Yeah." - "Let me get my leg off," Kate groaned as she walked though the kitchen from the garage. "Ya goin' to let me help ... or at least watch?" Tony begged following along, his briefcase in hand. "Only if you'll massage between my thighs." She roared with laughter. "Guess I don't have to beg you 'bout that." Thank god, she told herself musing about the great times in bed she'd been having with him. She was lying sprawled on her back, arms outstretch, by the time he got out of the bathroom. The toilet flushing in the background, he settled beside her and bent down letting a long slow kiss begin while massaging her breasts though the blouse. The prosthesis still attached, her legs both formed a wide vee. "I love you so much," he whispered. "That you wanted it off only heightens my love." She pulled at his shoulder and he landed against her chest. "Come here sweetheart." - Curt rested his head on interlocked fingers and stared at the ceiling with cum covering his stomach and between his legs. Alex tickled his nipple with the end of her stump and Holly suckled the other. "Don't you think my old man would look sexy with one leg?" Alex's voice was suggestive and deep. "This surgeon you two went to ... he would do that?" Holly nodded and laid her head on his chest looking towards his face. "Sure, as long as he thought it was something you wanted. Is it?" "I've never been happy with my legs. They're spindly. When I was a kid, it was a lot worse. I remember seeing a guy selling pencils downtown ... you know, a guy without legs sitting on a pushboard thing. I don't know why, but that seemed like a perfect life to me ... a way to not have my skinny legs." "You've never told me," Alex said. "Even with your issues, I never felt like I could talk about it." Alex scooted up along him until she could kiss his lips. She let the kiss linger, let her tongue dig deep, let him know she understood, that it didn't matter he had not talked. Holly let a fingertip stroke the underside of his shaft and she nibbled over the still swollen head. "I don't think I'd be happy with only one leg gone. I can't believe how long it's been since I thought about it. Suddenly...." "You need to think about what you couldn't do anymore. It would be a huge change," Alex said as she sat beside him. Her hand massaged his chest. "Losing an arm is kind of a big deal ... one leg is too." The outer edge of her hand dragged across both legs like a saw. "How much would be left?" "I used to think it would be all of them gone. Nothing would be left." "Oh-h," Alex mused. "All-h of them," she drawled slowly thinking about what it would look like. "I don't know anyone like that you could talk to." "I bet Erin would know ... and for sure Casey or Robert. Robert would be a last resort. When you talk to him, he expects you to have it all worked out, all the questions answered. There better not be a hint of question when you talk to him." "Really?" Curt asked. Holly began, "I heard that he turned someone away because he didn't believe they knew what they were asking for. Since you've thought about this, when you were younger, is a good thing. It shows it's not just a whim." Alex looked at Curt, then at Holly, and back. She shrugged her shoulders, and then looked puzzled at Holly. "I'll talk to Erin, she knows everyone." - Nick sat alone on the couch in the den watching a baseball game. One hand rested on a bare thigh stump, the other held a full bottle of beer. He shouted as the ball flew over the fence into the stands. "Way to go!" he yelled as two players ran across home plate. He tipped the bottle up high and let a third of the golden liquid drain into his mouth in a single gulp. The other hand unsnapped the waistband and he began to stroke himself while pushing the Jockeys lower. "Ah, the good life," he said aloud not realizing Casey stood in the open doorway and could see. She crutched down the hall muttering under her breath as she thought about what Patty had told her. - Curt had only waited ten minutes in the parking lot of Buffalo Pete's when Patty drove into the parking lot. There were rarely many cars this time of afternoon and she'd described the car perfectly. He walked towards her as she sat in the driver's seat and snapped the second wheel on her wheelchair. She pressed the wheel brakes in place and swung her legless hips onto the three-inch thick cushion. "I'm Curt." His hand rested over the top of the car door, the other in his pocket, and watched as she rolled back from the car. "Hey Curt, I'm Patty ... so nice to meet you. I've heard great things about Alex. Sounds like she's got her head on good." "Yes ma'am. Holly is settling down too now that she lives at our place. Guess she came from a pretty fucked up childhood." He held fingers over his lips. "Excuse me." "Don't give it a 'fucking' thought." Patty laughed and slapped him on the hip. "This looks like a 'fucking' serious drinking place and that's exactly what we 'fucking' should do." She laughed again hoping she'd made it clear she did not mind that word. To Curt, the ramp seemed like it might be steep even thought it was probably the regulation slope. Still he helped with one hand against the back of her chair. "Thanks," she politely told him as they approached the burly man by the door. The guy held it open and nodded without checking their ID. "Guess that means we're old," she teased Curt as the door closed behind them. "Jukebox is broken, sit anywhere," the woman behind the bar told them while she dried a glass. "Somebody will be right there." Curt pushed a chair away on one side of the table then sat down beside the space as she parked her dark red wheelchair with black upholstery, the wire spoke wheels slightly cambered in at the top. "What's good to drink?" she asked him. "Whiskey on the rocks, or rum and coke ... those are my favorites when I'm not drinking beer." She fingered her chin as she thought. "How about rum and coke then. Been awhile and we've been drinking a lot of whiskey at Robert's. We're visiting. He's my uncle." She giggled. "He makes a fine stump and his wife a great prosthetic gadgets ... if you're into such things. I'm not." "So, you don't mind talking about this stuff." "Oh, hell no." She swatted his hand. "Not in this family. Tell me 'bout yourself." "I'm single these days. Alex's mother ran off with a jock. I hate jocks ... always have." He cursed under his breath and looked at her. "I guess I'm a bit of a nerd. I have a PhD in history. I don't teach anymore and now I'm an author." He glanced against from his hands to her eyes. "I have a successful string of books and one series of crime novels that follows the same detective. I write at home." "That's great." Her hand covered his and both remained together. "Our family is made of money." She giggled. "Old family money for several generations. I've never really worked anywhere." The server replaced empty glasses with full ones. Curt had waited for him to leave then said, "I understand everyone in the family is an amputee." Patty nodded. "Yeah, several generations ago one of the women lost a leg in the war. Her husband had his leg amputated to prove his love." "A real romantic." "Since then, it has become a tradition. There's always been a surgeon in the family willing to do the deed." She giggled. "When I was a little girl, I hated my legs. I thought they were ugly. My knees were knobby. I knew at an early age, I would have them off as soon as I became an adult. We all had to be adults before having an amputation. It was a given that we would have something off and that it was an individual choice about what it would be." "Wow-w," he drawled sipping his drink and playing with her fingers. Another set of full glasses replaced the old ones. He could feel the effects and assumed she could too. "My husband's missing a leg. We used to get along." She became silent and took several large sips of her drink, shook her head a few times, then another sip. "I think he'd rather watch a ball game than fuc ... ah, be with me." "That's a shame. You're a beautiful woman." Curt smiled and repositioned his hand around hers adding a second to her forearm. "You're not bad yourself." She let a big smile linger. "So, what about your legs? I think that's why we were supposed to meet." "I'm enjoying myself talking to you. Been a long time since I was with a woman, one my age." He paused and sipped a little more of his drink. "When you mentioned you hated your legs, it rang a bell in my head. I was the same way. For years after I saw a man without legs downtown, I would pray that god would take my legs. Of course, that never happened and I got older. Eventually the feelings turned to thoughts of girls. In college, I meet someone, we married, and Alex came along. Sex was fantastic. I thought it'd never end. She left me with Alex." "Tell me about Alex." "She was smart, but not the usual girl ... more of a tomboy. She always wore jeans and t-shirts. I never saw her in a dress. Once she started at the university, she began cutting her hair like mine and started calling herself Alex instead of Alexandria. She begged me to let her have breast reduction surgery. They were big, but I sensed there was more to it. We talked, never quite getting into an argument, but eventually she decided she'd take them down to about a small B." "Wow. That's wonderful you were supportive." "All my old thoughts about my legs refilled my mind. I knew how no one would have understood me. It was the best thing for her. I found some places on the web with amputee pictures. I would go crazy looking. Maybe she found some of the same places, don't know. She did find some porn movies of mine and I guess she'd watch them when I wasn't around." All in the Family Ch. 05 "Hmmm, I love a good porn movie ... even alone, but better to share." She giggled. "Yup. So one night, I like to write late at night, she must have thought I was lost in one of my writing trances and was watching one ... a porn movie. Actually, I had been on the web and really turned on. I sat next to her ... guess the movie had her turned on. She kissed me. We lost control and it was morning before we stopped." Patty remained unfazed by what he had told her and calmly watched him. "How'd she tell you about wanting her arm off?" "She brought Holly home one day from the university. We'd been sleeping together for a month ... that was her senior year. We both had a lot of sexual frustration." He laughed and curled his fingers though Patty's fingers then rocked their hands back and forth a few times before leaving their fingers intertwined. "Makes me think about past loves I've had. Sometimes there is just a ... ah, need, an itch ... no other way to scratch it. It sucks when that itch goes away in a relationship." I suspect she knew already about my feelings for amputees ... maybe not. Anyway, they walked around behind the house naked like little nymphs. Holly's armless shoulder, always there, always tormenting me, like Homer's Sirens. They held hands and kissed. They knew I was watching. Once Holly even stood and turned towards me and fondled between her legs. I almost...." He impatiently sucked half the glass. "Came?" She grinned. "It sounds very ... exciting." She moved in a few days later. Alex's arm came off not long after that. Money wasn't a problem ... my royalties and all." "What a great friend they have." "The three of us all sleep together. The other evening, they started talking about how 'hot' I'd look without my leg. My whole story poured out like water from a fire hose." Patty unlocked the brakes, rolled closer, and stopped facing him. He stared at her lack of legs and the empty cushion in front of her hips. The very short skirt ended a few inches from them. She glanced around noticing no one sat near them. She lifted her skirt slightly. "Oh, my," he groaned absorbing the sight realizing that she also didn't have any panties on. "The stumps alone would have sent me into heaven ... you're lovely ... there." She smiled. "Thanks." She lifted the hem to her waist for a moment, then lowered the skirt but left the chair parked in the same place. Her hand stroked his arm and rested high on his thigh. "Is that what you want?" "That a doubly loaded question." He smirked and leaned a little closer resting a hand on the edge of the cushion. "It was meant to be." She dragged her tongue across her lower lip then sucked the lips between her teeth, looking seductive. She felt him breathe ... the attraction ... the tug. He sat up a little, the hand still on the cushion. "Well then, yeah ... either or both." He paused and lusted over the image racing through his mind of her naked against him and the feeling of both them not having legs. It was almost like sparks of electricity shooting from the tall gadget in a science fiction movie. "Your husband...." Who moved first didn't matter. The kiss only enflamed the passion raging in him and as her tongue slipped between his lips, it was all he could do to keep his heart from pounding though his chest. Her hand slid up the inside of a thigh and back along the other. "I'd love it if these weren't here." She sucked his lower lip. "I like to suck other things," she whispered, knowing the effect she was having on him. "Ah...." "We could find a motel. I'm sure." She stared deeply into his face. The tip of her nose brushed his then her lips kissed his again. She sat back and watched him suck wind with difficulty, his chest rising and falling, almost as if he had been running miles. Her hand rubbed the front of his shirt. "I like what I've heard. We should take advantage of the moment. It might not happen again." "I want it too." "Frankly darling, I do too." She paused, the sexual tension heightened even more. "Listen sweetheart ... I want a man in my life, one without any legs ... as much as I wanted to be this way." Her expression relaxed slightly. "'He' doesn't want to be that way, and quite frankly, I think he'd rather be fucking a guy while watching a ball game. I'm thinking we could be good together." He nodded and said, "Hmmm." She leaned close and whispered in his ear, "Babe, I love long nights of fucking, I love porn, I wouldn't mind the girls in bed with us...." She paused and listened to him gasp as she whispered, "WITH us." There was another slight pause, and then she continued. "I'll make sure Robert will do both legs as soon as you're ready." She sat back up and looked. He nodded several times and held her hand. "I should call and let them know. I suspect we might not be home tonight." He snickered, and reached for his phone. "Yup." She pulled a phone from her pocket. "'He' won't mind." - Nick crutched alone into the sports bar. Fifteen large-screen TV's covered every bare space of the walls. The sounds of five baseball games filled the room as he settled on a barstool and leaned his crutches against the edge of the old wooden bar. "What'll you have?" The busty blonde cooed leaning forward with hands spread against the bar. Her cleavage and midriff showed with erect nipples pressed against the stretched tight cotton fabric. "Whiskey ... keep 'em coming too." He watched her ass - wrapped in very short tight skirt - swish as she walked away. "Great ass," a baritone male voice said sitting next to Nick. "Frankly, I'd rather see a guys ass." Nick looked towards him as the blonde put the glass down. "Hey Roy ... usual?" He nodded and she walked away. Nick muttered under his breath, "Suck my dick, bitch." It wasn't clear whom he was muttering about, could have been about all women for all the indication he gave. He twisted slight and shoved his hand forward then said, "Nick." "Too bad about the leg." Roy tilted his head toward the crutches on the other side of Nick. "I don't mind. Always a good way to start a conversation." He laughed and sucked on the drink. "You should try it." Roy stared at Nick trying to gauge the comment to see if it had been a 'fuck you buddy' remark. He seemed grumpy. "I didn't mean to upset you." Nick let his hand brush against Nick's hand. He left it touching. "You didn't." He sipped from the drink finishing it then held it up towards the woman. She nodded and began pouring another. "Too bad it isn't a guy with one leg walking this way. NOW, that would be hot." She put the glass down and leaned close, both elbows against the bar supporting her. "My ass is taken and she IS missing a leg." She didn't wait for any response. "My guy was like that," Roy groaned. "He left me last month." "What, missing a leg?" Nick asked, leaving the glass alone for a moment. "Yeah. You probably won't want to hear this, but he wanted his leg amputated." He sipped his drink a few times. "I would dearly love to find another guy like him ... someone that loves sports." - Curt clicked the motel room lock and watched Patty roll across the carpet towards the bed. As she swung her legless hips towards the mattress, he stood beside the wheelchair. She bounced once then lifted herself up on her hands and turned towards him. Her skirt twisted up over her waist. She held both arms out. "Ta Da," she sang. "Love doing that." He pushed the chair away and sat on the bed. "I can't believe I'm here looking at the most beautiful woman...." The skirt flew though the air and she began unbuttoning the blouse. "I'm going to be naked before you are ... unless you hurry." He started pulling at his belt and she began working on his shirt buttons. "Hurry old man, you've got a horny woman here." "Horny woman without legs," he corrected. "Damn straight ... and before long you'll be a legless old man." She giggled. "Actually, I believe you might be just a few years older than me." "Yeah, who the fuck cares?" "I'm not complaining," he said dropping his underwear on the pile of clothes beside the bed. He gently lowered her onto her back, a hand behind her shoulders, while sucking her lower lip. He pulled her closer, his erection already pressing against her. "Don't rush with that rod," she begged wiggling her pussy free of the intruder. "We have all night ... right?" She watched him nod. "I'm expecting a bunch of mouth action down there." "Don't worry. That's my most favorite...." She clamped her mouth over his and her tongue prevented further words from escaping. His hand massaged her already damp slit, a fingertip slipping between the lips. Her hips wiggled against the hand without thighs in the way. She moaned into his mouth and she with a slight thrust, his finger went deeper. With a tug on the edge of the mattress, she rolled on top of him. She looked into his face. "How do you like the way it feels?" "Wonderful that there's no weight on me past your hips." "Just wait till you have nothing past your hips." - "Where's Curt?" Holly asked as she dropped the textbook on the desk and unsnapped the fastener on the skirt. "What a day." "How'd the test go?" "I aced it ... of course." She flipped the skirt in the pile of dirty clothes then added the blouse before walking, naked other than white French cut panties, back to the hallway and to the kitchen. Alex followed. "He's meeting Patty. Well, actually, he's already met her. Guess they hit it off and they're going to a motel. They wanted some 'privacy'." Alex giggled. "I thought she was married to someone from the family." Holly rubbed a cold beer bottle over a nipple several times, then between her legs, before sucking a huge swallow down. "Guess that's the end of our nights with your Dad." "Do you think so?" Alex grabbed a beer and popped the top off leaving it spinning on the counter. - "Dames," Nick muttered sucking down the third drink and slamming the glass hard onto the bar. "Hey buddy ... what's wrong?" "Goddamn wife is out getting fucked by some guy." "That sucks," Roy groaned. "Does this have anything to do with your leg?" "Ah, yes and no. You said your former lover was missing a leg. Tell me why you latched onto him." Roy started another drink that was waiting. He pushed the old glass away with the other hand. "I don't know when or why it started, but I have a 'thing' for amputees." He eased the glass down and looked at Nick. "Queer interest ... fuck me if I understand it. Gotten so I can barely get it up unless I'm either looking at pictures of amputees or with a real one." He sipped again. "Your turn." "I married this chick. She fucked good, so good I didn't care she was missing a leg. It went on. Best sex I'd ever been close to. Everyone in her family was an amputee - arms, legs - all kinds. It seemed so normal after awhile. As I said, the sex was great, so when we started getting serious and started talking about marriage, she reminded me I'd have to be an amputee ... don't that beat all? It wasn't a surprise, I already knew. She'd told me up front about that." "You look like you're handling having one leg just fine." "Oh hell yeah. I love it ... wouldn't have it back. Then she had the other leg off and the first one shortened so both were right at the hip. Goddamn ... that is a great feeling ... fucking something with no legs ... wow. I thought I was turned on before...." The glass hit his lips and half the drink washed down his throat. "So?" Roy could feel himself getting aroused listing to the story. He knew standing would show the world just how much he was aroused too. "Most all of the guys in the family were about as interesting in guys as women, so I started joining in too. Only, I learned quickly how much more I like being with them more than her. You know, jerking them off ... sucking dicks ... even just making out. My roommate in college was my first guy. She hated sports and she hated for me to watch a game ... even when she was off fucking 'round with some of the other wives." He held up the empty glass and the blonde sauntered over then leaned on the bar. "Don't you think you've had enough?" He shook his head. She walked away. "Now the legless bitch is begging me to lose the other leg, to be like her. So I says-s 'no way'." Nick slurred most of the words. The woman gently sat the glass down and stared intently at Nick. "Drink this one slowly or it's the last one." She turned and calmly walked away. Roy glanced around, something Nick hadn't done. They sat the rounded part of a horseshoe shaped bar. At one end sat a middle-aged woman and a younger one. He'd seen them come in on crutches. Now they sat very close, holding hands, occasionally kissing. Wedding bands flashed on their fingers. A few stools away were two older men, one missing most of the left arm, crutches by the other, let their lips touch. As he continued his scan, couples talked, most appeared infatuated, turned on, but each of the same gender. A man walked past Roy and slapped him on the back then kissed him on the cheek. "Good for you, you lucky dog," he whispered in Roy's ear, kissed the ear, and then walked towards the door alone. Nick nursed the drink and glanced at Roy taking in his face and feeling the same urges he'd felt the evening with Robert and Jack, and the other guys he'd been with before. His hand slid along Roy's forearm and wrapped over his hand. "You're comfortable to be with," he softly said. He sat up straight and held the glass with both hands then glanced at him. "Did you say you dig amputees ... and sports?" - Curt sat across the table from Patty in the breakfast restaurant. Plates of pancakes covered in melted butter and maple syrup lay in front of them. Her fingers of one hand interlocked his and she put the coffee cup down. "I had a wonderful time," she said rubbing his fingers. She stared at his face, thinking about it. "I'm going to divorce him." She let go of his hand and lifted the cup to her lips with both hands. He chewed a bite of pancakes slowly watching her. "I could love you," he finally said before taking another bite. "You sure?" She adjusted herself on the wheelchair cushion. "I could too ... haven't met anyone quite like you." "Do you have to go home? I'd like to show you where I live." She took a phone from her pocket and a moment later, said something, listened, and then closed it. Still holding the phone, she said, "He didn't come home last night. I told them I'd call again this evening ... just in case I don't want to go home tonight." She giggled then pushed the phone back in the pocket. "There's a step to the porch, but the house is one level with wide doors. I need to build a small ramp, at least for me." "You can carry me over the step ... for now." "Yeah." All in the Family Ch. 05 "Arrrgghhhh... don't stop ... keep going...uuuhhhhhh.. mooooaaannnnn ... I need more... more ... please Dan please" she was frantic. I kept at it until she came again – this time harder - spraying her juices all over my face. I lapped at her pussy, fingered her asshole and continued with my tongue, pressing harder on her clit. She pushed me away and sat up grabbing my face and kissing me. "Oh'.... Is that what I taste like!. Your turn!" and pushed me on my back. She bent down and devoured my cock, deep-throating me in one gulp. Then she started her own rhythm of jerking and sucking. I was too far gone to last long and unloaded in her hungry mouth. " More" she said. "More ... again ...More!" she demanded. Unbelievably, I was still hard and she was totally sexed out. She jerked me a couple of times, stuffed me into her pussy and impaled herself to the hilt. She screamed as she hit bottom and was pumping up and down on my dick like a piston on a train groaning ever louder until her legs gave out. When she collapsed on top of me I flipped her over on her back. I pushed open her legs and she grabbed her thighs to spread herself as wide as she could. What a sight – wide open and ready. I played with her pussy lips with my dick making her plead to be fucked. I found her entry and pushed into her in one swift stroke. She groaned loudly and was bucking up into me for all she was worth. I pumped her, harder than I thought possible, until my muscles gave out. I collapsed on top and she was still bucking and thrashing like crazy. More" she said "more!" I summoned all of my remaining strength and went for it like a locomotive. I could tell she was having multiple orgasms. They felt like convulsions on my dick. Her pussy walls were gripping and releasing me with every stroke. She must of come five times in that short span of time. When I finally came inside her she let out this wail of ecstasy and came again herself so forcibly that her cum gushed out from around my dick drenching me as well. I was totally spent from the passion and so was she. As we lay there on the pine needles we didn't want to move and ruin the incredible magic we had just created. Our lust for each other at that moment had taken control of our bodies to the exclusion of all else and moved us to a higher passion than I ever thought possible. I was totally exhausted and totally satiated. "Incredible" was all I could manage to mumble "I love you so much." "Oh Dan, you make me want you more every time we make love. I can totally lose control over my sexual needs and just give my entire body over to you. You bring me roaring along with your own desire so strongly that sometimes I think I will lose my mind. And that beautiful monster of a love machine of yours that fits me so perfect. It just fills every crevice inside me. I love you ... I love you ... I love you. Please don't ever leave me. I don't care about the law – only being with you." "I can never leave you, I will never leave you. Plan on, live on it, love on it." I replied. She hugged me harder than ever. We had been gone over an hour. We slipped down into the lake for a quick rinse, brushed off the water and got dressed hoping we would be dry enough by the time we got back to the cabin. As we approached we saw mom sitting on the steps. "Good thing dad went up to sleep. If you were any louder Dania you would have awakened the dead! So much for discreet. Keep it a little cooler until dad knows, OK? Its been a bad week – let's give him some time." She smiled at us lovingly, stood, and went into the cabin. "Did she just say what I think she said?" I asked. "Yeah, she did" Dania commented, "we were having fun and she was a little jealous and protective at the same time. What a great mom!" We never did tell dad that summer about Dania and me. Mom seemed to be cool about it when dad wasn't around. When dad was around she gave us opportunity to be alone by getting dad to go places and do things with her – alone. Dania and I had the opportunity to watch them making love three more times that summer. I don't think mom would have cared but dad would have been mortified. When we watched, Dania and I would play with each other. It kept us in a constant state of arousal to match theirs. We also discovered that we were very stimulated by the voyeurism. It was something we were going to have to explore in more depth. To be continued All in the Family Ch. 06 "How you doing with your...." The postman started before tilting his head down towards Curt's wheelchair and lack of legs while Curt signed the postal form for a registered letter. "Just great." He handed the clipboard back and stuffed the envelope between his hip and the side of the chair. The postman looked him over a few more times. "The misses' been bugging me for the past weeks since she saw you and your lady friend ... Patty? Yeah, since she saw you two. Damnedest thing, she's all afire about her legs now." He muttered something Curt didn't understand and didn't ask to hear again. "I wish your lady friend would talk to her. I just don't know what to tell her." Curt looked up at the man, probably in his forties, as he shifted between feet and the large mailbag pulled one shoulder lower than the other, his hand rubbing his chin then tugging at an earlobe. "What seems to be the problem?" "Damn if I know ... something about not wanting them. Guess she's seen others at the mall. Almost like a plague. She's after me all the time 'bout how she's always wanted them gone. I never knew. Have her talk to Wanda, will ya?" "Sure. Curt pulled a card out of his wallet and held it up to the man. "Have your wife call and we'll find a time." "Damnedest thing...." He kept shaking his head and muttering as he walked back out to the truck idling in the rutted drive. Curt watched for a while until the truck turned around then he rolled into the house. "It's here!" he yelled. Patty rolled out of the kitchen and towards him. "What?" "A registered letter from the courthouse." He handed the envelope to her." "About time," she mumbled as she opened the envelope and unfolded the papers. "The divorce decree," she said, waving them in the air. "So, now will you marry me?" The front of their wheelchairs banged together and he leaned forward kissing her. "Not like this is going to change anything," she complained backing her chair away. "No, it won't ... now you won't be a hussy." He laughed and rolled down the hall to his study. - Paul stood beside the hospital bed watching Jean sleeping. Jack and Thelma stood at the foot of the bed. "She looks good," Paul said. The remaining portion of her arm amputated, now both arms were completely gone. "She'll be happier this way." "I don't think Mom was ever content with the arm ending just above the elbow," Jack said. "Did you call Amy?" "Yes. It was too bad your sister couldn't be here. She's happy with just the one arm." Robert wore his white doctor's coat, a stethoscope around his neck, and carried a clipboard as he strolled into the room and looked at his nephew. "She did just fine in surgery." "You do a good job," Thelma said, and then scratched at the end of her own leg stump. - Slightly older than Patty, Wanda was, at best, plain. Her hair hung straight down the sides of her face. She wore a dress that hid all of her shape and ended below the knees. Patty guessed she wasn't overweight, but it was hard to know. There was no makeup, not even lipstick. They sat on the deck facing the woods behind Curt's house. She thought it strange she still considered it 'his' house, but that was changing. "I always wondered what this looked like," Wanda said. She stared a moment longer. "I drive past your house all the time ... and wonder." The woman looked at Patty. "I'm not crazy. I went to graduate school to study psychology. I'm even a licensed clinical psychologist. Guess I was trying to find out why I felt the way I did." She stopped and looked again at the trees, then Patty. "About my legs." "Did you ever find out why?" "No, never did. Then I decided it didn't matter. What about you?" "I didn't like my legs, the way the looked ... knobby knees and other things." "How about Curt?" "Pretty much the same thing. I don't think that is common amongst 'us'." It was clear to both women she meant all the people that desired to have amputations. "I used to bind them up at night and try to stop the circulation. It was always too painful. It eventually got all tangled up in my sexuality. I was almost frigid without them bound. I had only one boyfriend back then. Told him 'bout it. He thought I was a bit of a freak. Back then; everyone was a bit of a freak, so it was okay to him. We screwed like bunnies ... for about a year. There wasn't anyone else, not until I met Grant. By then, I was too scared to tell him. Then I saw you and Curt at the market. It all came unraveled for me." "What do you want?" "To be like you. Oh, maybe longer stumps would be okay. I don't want to walk with prosthetics. Being in a chair is a dream ... without legs." "Grant doesn't seem to understand," Patty said. "Nope, he doesn't at all. I've tried to explain it isn't about him, ... that it's something in me that's been there forever. I studied this and I just don't believe there's a way to cure myself without the surgery." Her mouth now moved without a sound. Tears began to drip along her face and she wiped at them. "If he left me, I'd understand. I'd still go ahead. It's that important. I'm surprised I've lasted this long." "He's your husband. You need to work this out. He loves you ... right?" "Yeah-h," she drawled though the sobs. "He's a good man, not much of a lover ... he was at the start. Maybe I don't...." She continued to sob and futilely wipe at the tears. "He probably won't want to sleep in the same bed...." She grew silent and stare at the trees then the clouds. After a few moments of silence, she stood and walked towards the door. Patty followed. "Thanks for your time," Wanda meekly said. She pushed though the door and out into the driveway before looking back. A hand dragged over her cheek and wiped it dry on her dress. "Listen Wanda, would you want Curt to talk to him? Maybe a little guy talk would help." Wanda spoke though the sobs. "Some nights he hangs out at Max's saloon ... rather than be with me." Patty could hear the sobs until the car door closed. - Patty sat silently in the doorway of the study and watched Curt typing, his back to her. She was about to roll away when he caught her reflection in the monitor. "Hey darling." He noticed her crying and wiping at the tears. "Must have been a rough conversation." "I just had to make sure you know how much I love everything about you." She rolled beside his wheelchair and hugged him. Her tears leaving a growing wet spot on his shirt. He said nothing and just hugged her back for several minutes. She rolled backwards looking at him, smiling, all the while. "You're the best husband a gal could ever find ... even if we're not officially married yet." She giggled. "Never forget...." She rolled towards the door. "Maybe if I talked to him." "Yeah, maybe. They're not city folks, just remember. She went to graduate school, so she seems to be smart. I don't know about him though." In the doorway, she turned back. "She's says he goes to Max's. Do you know where that is?" He nodded and she rolled into the hall. "He heard her say, "Remember ... tonight is an early fuck night ... just the two of us." After that, all he heard was her laughter until the door to the deck closed. - Casey sat at the dressing table and removed her high-tech prosthetic leg. As a prosthetist, she was good at working with the C-leg technology. It was something most of her clients wanted and she was happy to build for them. She leaned the leg against the wall by her crutches then massaged her stump. "Feels good," she said aloud as she continued to rub. "Hmmm," she hummed. Her husband, Robert, crutched from the bathroom wearing khaki shorts, a black t-shirt, and no shoe. His knee bent leaving the short stump pointing behind him. "Hey sweetheart," he said standing not far away. "What a day. Three surgeries, one lasted five hours. Poor bastard, ... there was a huge wreck out on the highway. He was the only survivor and maybe he shouldn't have made it. Makes me want to only do the elective amputations for people like us ... or retire." "How's Jean doing?" "Paul's with her at the hospital. She's been talking about having the rest of that arm off for several years. She's going to be just fine with them both off at the shoulder. Paul's a good husband." - Alex walked across the hot white sand grumbling every few steps. Holly followed her not far behind making similar complaints. Twenty feet from where the ocean waves stopped, they dropped their bags. Each with a single arm, they fussed to spread the blanket; eventually getting it laid out without much sand on it. "Patty's a doll. Dad loves having her around," Alex said pulling her trademark white t-shirt off leaving her chest bare. The snap on the stiff Wrangler jeans came undone and the zipper slid down. Soon she sat on the blanket wearing only black boy-cut panties. "Hand me one of the beers ... will ya?" Holly sat besides her wearing the same. "They get along about as well as we do." She hunched over her knees with a bottle of beer in her hand and watching the surf. "We're out of college now. Are we going to do anything ... or just be beach bums?" "Beach bums sounds good." Alex sucked her beer for a while and listened to the pounding surf. She hunched over her knees the same as Holly and drank more beer. A while later, she glanced at Holly. "I love you still." "Of course silly. No one could replace you." She sipped at the bottle and watched the waves. Alex pointed the top of the bottle up the beach. "Look," she said, and then sipped from the bottle. Holly looked for a while until she noticed the black woman in short white pants and a black halter-top crutching along the waterline. The right pants leg filled with a thick thigh stump, but no stump seemed to be exposed. "You think," she quipped, still watching. Alex was silent and watched. The woman was smooth and graceful, even in the damp sand. Her leg long and lovely, like the rest of her. "You think she's with someone." "Damn-n," Holly moaned. "She's beautiful." She looked farther up the beach where the woman seemed to have come from, then in the direction she was going. "She seems to be alone." "Do you want to talk to her?" Inductively, she replied, "If you want to. Sure couldn't replace you." They continued to watch as the woman turned and walked their way. "The parking lot is behind us." "Yeah-h. Maybe she's going to her car." They both simultaneously sipped from their bottles. The deep white sand sucked her crutches as she slogged along taking long strides and dragging the crutch tips forward for the next step. "Hey," Holly called as the woman neared. She must have been too quiet since there was no reaction. "Hey!" she called more loudly. The woman walked towards them, her panting now audible. "That sands a bitch to crutch though." "Yup ... want a beer?" "Great." She lowered her crutches as she sat on the corner of the blanket. She wiped at her forehead with the back of one hand and looked at each of the women. "You guys almost match," she teased. "I'm Katlin." Holly and Alex introduced themselves and handed her a bottle before taking new ones from the bag. Katlin held the bottle up in a toast. "Here's to new friends and new stumps." Holly sipped and watched Katlin pull her pant leg up slightly and rub the end of the stump. "Had it off a few months ago ... got it as a college graduation present." She laughed. "My parents think I'm crazy and won't talk to me anymore." "You've got lovely skin," Alex commented. "Take your top off. No body will care." The ample breasts bobbed as she removed the halter-top. "You two 'together'?" The she said it made it clear she expected an intimate relationship might exist. "Yeah," Holly replied. "We met 'cause I had my arm off." She shrugged the shoulder without the arm. Then she did her arm. Her Dad and his soon to be wife are both missing both legs ... all of both legs." "Quite the family. I've been holding off settling down until I had my leg off." "Guess you can start looking now." Alex laughed and dropped the empty bottle in the sand. She ran her hand though the boyish cut haircut, tussling some of the longer parts. "Man or woman?" she questioned. "Guy. My sister bugs me about finding a black guy. I don't know. What do you two do for work?" "We were just talking about that before we saw you. Presently, beach bums." Holly laughed, finished her beer, and tossed it beside the other in the sand. She looked at Katlin, in her mind removing the rest of her clothes. "What?" Katlin asked, realizing something was going on. "I was just admiring your lovely skin." "Nah. You were stripping me naked." Katlin laughed. "How come there are most of 'us' are of white European heritage? You know, I've never heard of another black person wanting this." She waved her hand over her stump then pointed at each woman's arm stump. - Curt rolled though the door of Max's saloon. Half dozen men gathered around a pool table, one shooting, the others tossing paper money on an empty table and shouting. Several women sat at the bar, one watching him as if he was the one she was waiting for. He watched them look at him. They talked to each other then looked back, one with a big smile, the other with a frown. "Curt!" a voice called. He looked around and saw a hand waving. The man sat alone at a table away from the others. Curt rolled over. The man had pulled a chair away and Curt parked there and locked the brakes. "Grant?" He questioned, knowing it was the postman. "Hey man, thanks for all you're doing for Wanda. He looked up at the tall older woman trying to look hip with the lip ring and several tattoos. Her tight top dipped low and cut off at the bottom revealing too much of her stomach with a few rolls of flesh. He gave his order then looked at Grant who pointed at his beer bottle and waved her off. She wiped her hand casually over her crotch, grunted her acknowledgment, and then walked away. "Listen, like it or not, you in the middle of this too. Tonight, I'm here to help you, ole friend. I get my mail just fine and I don't want to have to deal with a new postman anytime soon." Curt laughed and leaned back dropping an elbow on the edge of the table. The server returned and sat the bottle down then stared at Curt. "One of the girls over there said she thinks you're 'hot'." She glanced at the pair he'd seen. The one on the left waved and blew him a kiss. She couldn't have been a day over twenty-two. He flashed her the peace sign and looked back at Grant. "It takes all kinds." "Tell me," he groaned. "I have housewives getting the mail without a stitch on." "I thought that was an urban legend." "Believe you me, sometimes I wish it were. You should see some of these hags." He sucked on his beer like it was something he'd prefer to forget." He grinned and held the bottle against his face, thinking about the few that were nice looking. "So...." Curt started then tilled the bottle up. "So, if Wanda lost her legs because of a car wreck, what would you do?" "Stay with her. Hell, I love the woman." "Well, it seems very simple then. Ignore why she wants to do this and continue to love her. Right?" "But, ... but, why she wants to do this." "Yeah. Who cares? No one will know but the two of you. You can decide between you what the story is going to be, then stick with it. Not a soul will give a shit ... and they sure won't know you're lying. I've heard some whoppers too. No one will realize it isn't the gods' honest truth." "That simple? Really?" "Yup. Go home and love her like never before." Curt drank from his bottle, his Adams apple bobbing like crazy. "Listen Grant. Excuse me if this is too personal. Do you two have lots of sex?" He nodded. "Once or twice a week, sometimes a few times a month." He frowned. "Listen to me. Do you want her to be like a fucking porn start and jump your bones several times a night?" Grant listened to Chet, grinning from ear to ear, and nodding like a bobblehead doll. Chet continued. "Let her do this and then you always tell her how glad you are that she was finally able to be this way. Toss in how sexy you think she is and play with where her legs used to be. Hey, go down on her too. Kiss her stumps while you're at it." "She'll like all that?" "Good god man, she'll be like a sex crazed teenager. You'll have to beg her to give you a nights rest." "You're pulling my leg." "No man." Curt finished the beer and pushed the bottle next to the ashtray. He looked at Grant. "Rain, nor sleet, my man. ... Enjoy her." Curt rolled towards the door and glanced at the two women. One gave him a big toothy smile. As he was stowing his chair, she suddenly stood by the car door. "I'll have dreams of you tonight." He watched as she flashed a breast and grinned. "Will you dream of me? Maybe you'd have dreams if I was missing a leg?" "You got a name?" "Vi-o-let." He closed the door and back out of the handicapped parking place. From the rear view mirror, he could see her standing in the same place waving a hand. - Patty rolled her wheelchair out the back door towards the new lap pool surrounded by a wide concrete deck. A black man knelt while taking a water sample. Beside him was a small blue tray. He looked around as he heard her nearby and smiled. "You're new," she said, as she locked the brakes. The late morning was very warm; some might consider it hot. She held a fresh bottle of beer. "Yes ma'am. The other man quit." He laughed. "Lucky me. I happened to be filling out an application at the time." He laughed again and let a drop of testing solution fall into the sample. She held her bottle up. "Can I get you one?" He nodded and she rolled into the house and returned. He walked towards her. Dark skin, smooth, even in color, strikingly handsome, she thought. She had dated a man of color in college for a short time. "I'm Patty," she said holding the bottle up towards him. "Morgan." He took the bottle and rubbed it across his forehead before sipping from it. One of his hands rested against his waist, the elbow sticking out. "I just transferred to the university ... majoring in history. This just pays some bills." He sipped from the bottle. "My parents and I moved up along the coast recently." "My husband has a PhD in history. He taught at the university for a while, now he's a novelist ... pays better." She giggled, sat the bottle on the ground. She lowered herself next to the bottle in a single graceful movement. "Have a seat." Her hand moved over the space in front of her in a gesture as if to offer him a seat. "Maybe the two of you would be interested in talking someday." She watched him sit several feet away, his legs crossed, a hand over one knee. "I'd like that." "A handsome guy like you probably is having to fight the women off." She leaned to one side on a single hand as the other brought the bottle to her lips. "Thank you ma'am." "Peggy ... please." "Yes, I'll remember ... not so good with names at first." He laughed. They comfortably watched each other in silence for a while. "My mother had her other leg amputated a few Christmases ago. Dad's a surgeon and he did the surgery. She tells everyone it was the best Christmas gift he'd ever given her." He chuckled then sipped. "He did the first leg for their first anniversary." "Oh-h," Peggy drawled. "Her stumps are like yours. She's a PhD computer scientist up at Titan...." He stopped before finishing the company name. "They do some secret database research." Peggy was still processing the comment about the gift as she listened to him. "I have a close relative that's a surgeon." She paused and watched him closely. - Wanda returned from the kitchen and sat on the edge of the bed and removed her robe then slipped naked under the sheet. Grant was asleep. It was late and he had to wake up in a few hours to sort the mail for his route. She loved the warmth of his body next to hers and she couldn't resist a quick snuggle against his back. All in the Family Ch. 06 "I love you," he whispered after a while. "I didn't mean to wake you darling." He rolled over towards her. His lips pressed against hers and lingered. A hand cupped a breast and played gently. She could feel him growing erect. He hadn't for a while. She was pleased. Her tongue played at his lips. They parted and let it in. She wiggled against him a few times and moaned softly. His face moved. His lips nibbled along her throat. The hand still played with her breast then his mouth was there as well. "Oh, baby," she whispered, mostly to herself. He heard and suckled the nipple as he moved lower. His fingers raced ahead and found her opening, teased, parted lips, and went inside. "Oh, Grant." Her voice was welcoming and inviting. Lips were where they had not been for a long time and she was not complaining as her legs parted, a knee rose, and she gasped then moaned. Her hand playing with the balding spot on his head. "Yes," she caught herself saying aloud as her hips lifted and ground lightly against his face. His fingers explored. His lips wrapped her clit. He sucked. She enjoyed. "Yes." - Patty watched Morgan as he drank from the bottle. He watched her too. "There's more where that came from," she politely said, tipping her empty beer bottle towards him. "Your mother sounds like a wonderful woman." "Thank you ma'am ... Patty." He smiled and nodded then sat the second empty bottle beside hers. "Probably shouldn't have had the first one. I have several more pools after lunch." She reclined on one side, her head propped on her upturned hand. The other hand unconsciously played with a stump hiding under the empty leg of her khaki shorts. A bare breast attempted to revel itself. "Both legs?" she questioned in a soft whisper. He nodded and with growing interest, watched her hand play. She knew his interest was peaked. He adjusted his position and pulled at one leg of his short pants. He crossed both ankles covered in white tennis socks. He wore white canvas boat shoes. The white made his legs seem even darker she thought. "I had one leg for a while. I used crutches." "She did too." "Did you father mind?" He shook his head and smiled. "Hardly." He chuckled. "Not long before the second amputation, she...." He stopped suddenly and rubbed his chin. "Go on Morgan. It won't upset me. I promise." "Well, I'd asked her a few times before about why ... but she would only say it was necessary and that she was okay." "Yes, that sounds exactly like what I'd tell people I knew outside of my family. Those in the family understood." "Did they?" He watched her nod then continue. "Seems she had some desire that started way back in childhood ... a desire, probably more of a need...." He stopped again for a moment. "One that made her feel her legs should not be there. She met him at a cocktail party. They dated for a while. One night they happened to see a woman missing a leg walking on crutches. I guess he let his gaze linger too long. Later that night, they confessed their secrets and married a month later." - Wanda wiped a drop of cum from the side of her mouth with the back of a hand as she held his lingering erection with the other. She watched Grant shift his head on the pillow. "You know, I love doing that for you." She gulped as she swallowed some cum that lingered in her mouth. Her hand playfully fondled his shaft and stroked his balls. "I hope this won't be the last time." He grinned and pulled her beside him. "Me too." He kissed her deeply and let her chest rub against his. They kissed for longer than they had in several months. They both felt the erection returning and continued to enjoy their closeness. She pulled his hips and felt him slide inside her. "Fuck me," she groaned. She never used coarse language and now it excited them both. He thrust his hips hard and drove himself deep. She pulled at him encouraging him to roll atop her. Her legs wrapped tightly. "You sex crazed devil," she teased, then slapped his ass. "Spank me you slut." They traded nasty words and she could feel an orgasm that was just beyond reach. "Drive your cock deeper!" She screamed and jammed her hips forward. "Fuck your old lady. Pound her pussy." - "Wow," Patty exclaimed as Morgan finished the story. "My uncle is a surgeon ... like your father." She giggled. "Amputations are his favorite surgery." She laughed and dragged her hand across one legless hip then sat upright. She leaned back slightly against both hands as she shifted around. "For several generations, family members have become amputees and new spouses as well. He lives in town." She tilted her head as if point some place. My husband, Curt, is like me, missing all of his legs. His daughter and her girlfriend are each missing an arm and live with us." It was his turn to say, "Oh-h." His mouth remained slightly open for a moment. "Robert, the surgeon, is married to Casey, a prosthetist. Erin, his office nurse, is missing a leg and an arm. She wears a peg leg most of the time." Patty laughed. "Dad is willing to do amputations ... for others." "He needs to meet Robert." "Sounds like Mom should meet you and Curt." "So, are you looking for a gal like dear old Mom?" - Sleep never found Wanda and Grant before the alarm went off. He slapped the top of the clock and silence again fell around them. He rolled back towards her. "I can be a few minutes late." He giggled and let a fingertip stroll around her nipple. "I do love you." The fingertip moved to the other nipple and took the same stroll. "I understand, and I want you to see their doctor." She watched him speak slowly realizing he was talking about the conversation she'd had with Patty. "Really?" "Curt and I talked. He helped me understand it doesn't matter why, just that you need this. I need you. I need you the way we've been this morning. I need you a lot." "We need to make some changes to the house." "Darling, as long as we are together ... anything you need." - Beside the pool, Martin and Selma sat in the cool evening sipping whiskey with Curt and Patty. "I feel strangely out of place without a wheelchair," Martin quipped as he sat in the only lounge chair around the table. "Great place you've got here. A real piece of heaven ... the forest and all." "It's much better now that Patty's here," Curt replied. He looked at her and squeezed her hand. "Yeah, and now that he's rid of his legs," Patty said. "I know how wonderful that feels," Selma said, grinning at Martin. "Morgan was very excited when he found one of the pool cleaning clients was missing both legs. I guess you two talked for a while that day." "He's stunningly handsome." Patty glanced at Curt as he shot her a glare. "Darling, not as much as you," she teased and laughed while patting his hand. "Morgan is going to make some woman really happy." "He's holding out for one of 'us' I think." Selma passed her hand around pointing at each amputee. "I understand you have a relative here locally doing amputations," Martin said, looking at Patty. "I should talk to him. Are there many that have been to see him?" "Robert's done hundreds I guess ... many live in town or close by. Seems he does one of 'us' several times a month. It's a real epidemic." Patty laughed and held her stomach. "Hope no one is looking for a vaccine." She continued to laugh and the others joined. Curt looked around, frowned, and then said, "Just the other day the postman told us about his wife. Patty spoke with her. My goodness, I've not seen someone so distraught before." "I did a few of these amputations where we used to live. I knew I was at risk. One of the advantages of living here is a more tolerant attitude." "Yeah," Curt groaned. "Someday the rest of the world will come around." "No. No, I doubt that ... at least when it come to what you all need." Martin leaned back and crossed an ankle over a knee then sipped his drink. "No, not in my lifetime." He sipped in silence and looked at each person. "The postman's wife, is she?" "I had a talk with him at the bar and asked him if he'd leave her should it happen because of illness or trauma. He said he would stay. I guess that cleared things up in his mind." "That's such a great way of looking at it. We just come off sounding crazy to most people. At least I felt I was crazy while I was growing up." Selma finished her drink and held a palm up indicating she didn't want another. "Yeah," Martin started. "I know how I felt all my life and I only like to look at amputees." He chucked and finished the drink then made the same signal she had made. "Well, if Robert is too busy, tell the woman I'd be happy to do her surgery. I've talked to the administrator and the nursing staff. There're okay with it. Seems they know about Robert's work. Not that they want to compete, but Susan, the administrator, said if that is the only kind of surgery I want to do, fine." He laughed. "She's having a leg amputated in a few days ... the inaugural chop." He laughed again. "Do you have some kind of criteria? Surely not just anyone...." Patty fell quiet and shifted in the wheelchair. "Well, I don't think we'll run ads in the newspaper. I do plan to have someone do some counseling to weed out those that might not benefit in some way. Do you know any psychologists I could talk to?" - Katlin wore a short skirt, one that exposed a hint of her stump, and sat on the barstool leaving much of her thigh showing. Her crutches leaned against the bar on the opposite side from Morgan. "So, you met Patty," she said, holding the drink glass letting the fingers stroke though the condensation. "I've only heard about her from Alex and Holly." His gaze fixed on her face and did not give an inch. She could feel his breath against a cheek - labored, intense. He nodded once and continued to breathe deeply. She waved a hand in front of his face. "Earth to Morgan," she teased, and smiled. "I'm just taken with your beauty." "No need to bullshit me. I'm planning on you being in my panties before the night is done." She laughed. "You do want that, don't you?" He nodded. "Oh good. At least you're probably not gay." He shook his head and let a hand rest high on the inside her thigh and slip upwards as he looked at her brown eyes and the great white teeth of her smile. She nodded as the fingers moved slowly along the smooth dark skin. "Go ahead, baby. My pussy won't bite. Not you at least." She causally sipped her drink impatiently waiting for his touch. "Geez," she groaned, and pulled his hand tight against her panties. "I wanted you by the time we hung up the other night." She massaged his hand against her. "I need a man in my life ... I'd like it to be one that is a good lover." "I think I am." "Do your women moan and scratch your back with joy?" She had read about such experiences, though she had not had one yet. He sat up straight and looked then shook his head. "There was only one. I'm a good learner." He laughed. - Martin leaned against the door to his office, arms crossed with one foot casually crossed over the other, as he watched Susan crutch down the hallway away from him. She wore slacks. The left pants leg folded behind her and tucked in the waistband. The part of the thigh it wrapped around, now mostly gone. It had been for about a week. He continued to watch. She knew he was. She enjoyed the stare. She even swished her hips once and he heard her laugh. "Hi," he said, realizing someone was close by. "You must be Wanda." He looked her over and admired her stylish hair and pleasant features. "Come in." He waved a hand towards the inside of his office and closed the door as she sat down. She fussed at her hair. "Still getting used to my new hairstyle and wearing makeup." She smiled and the light color of the lipstick brought out some additional color in her cheeks. "Feeling like a woman." She giggled. "How can I help?" "My legs...." Suddenly, it was as if she had not rehearsed for days. Her mouth became dry as if she'd been crossing the Sahara for months. "Take your time. Try to relax." His words sounded calm and she could feel some of the tension flow away. "All my life, it has been like they weren't supposed to be there. My husband ... I finally have been able to talk to my husband about these feelings. He is supportive." "Both legs?" he questioned, rubbing his chin a few times and shifting in his chair while watching her nod. "Some? All?" he asked trying to determine how much of the legs should remain. "Most," she meekly replied, unsure if he would think it would be too much. "Okay. I could do all, if you want." "No, most would be fine. With all, I imagine I'd fall forward sometimes if I hit a bump while rolling my wheelchair." She frowned. "Don't want to dump myself onto the sidewalk." She grinned. "Do you have a chair? What about your home ... is it chair friendly?" "The chair's coming. It should be here tomorrow. They assured me. Found a nice one on eBay. The wheels pop off so I can get it in my car. I've found someone to do the hand controls. Carpenter is working on a small ramp for the front and back. I think the inside is just fine." "You seem like you are serious." "I am ... have been all my life. I just didn't know a doctor. I felt I couldn't even talk to my husband. I guess I thought I was alone until I met Patty." "Yes. She's quite a woman ... her husband too." "Have you met them?" Wanda asked, feeling as if she had broken though the wall of a dark room and now was standing in the bright sunlight. He nodded. "So, will you help me? I'm ready." He nodded again and flipped though an appointment book. He mentioned something about money and she assured him she had the money. His fingers rubbed along the page. "Thursday? I can stop by during the weekend to check on you. The nurses that will be with you understand. I've spoken to all of them and explained things." "How long will I be here?" "It's major surgery. You'll hurt some and be tender ... not long if you promise to take it easy ... just stay off the trampoline." He roared with laughter. She chuckled. "You're close by, so you can come back for checkups until the stitches come out. Do you have anyone at home to help?" "Grant, my husband, will take some vacation." "People that want this seem to bounce back quickly, a lot quicker than others. That woman walking down the hall when you got here ... she had her surgery five days ago. She wasn't here long." He watched her walk towards the door. "You'll do fine." She glanced back, paused, and looked for a moment. "Wanda, aren't you a clinical psychologist? I need someone to help screen patients who want...." She nodded. "Good, we'll talk afterwards." All in the Family Ch. 06 Chapter 6 The Next Part of the Journey ++++++++++++++++++ Please read the introduction to Chapter 1 if you haven't already done so. I am writing this story as close as I can from the material shared by this amazing couple. They trusted me with their story, and I hope I have done them justice. With their consent, I have taken liberties with the sexual content and in creating much of their dialogue in the interest of telling a more erotic story, but the basic settings and occurrences are accurate. I have also chosen to tell it in my friend's voice instead of as a narrator. - Jack ++++++++++++++++++ Two weeks before Labor Day we left the lake for good and went to visit the school and apartment with Mom and Dad. The place couldn't have been more perfect. We were on the top floor of a garden style apartment complex with an indoor pool and small workout room with fitness equipment and a free laundromat. The place was ten years old and had recently been repainted. We got one of the last units to be redone. It overlooked the pool and gym building. It had two bedrooms, a larger great room with a dining area open to the kitchen and a bathroom and it was nicely furnished. The bedrooms both had double beds. Dania and I secretly smiled at each other. Dad and Mom loved it -- so it was a go. Mom and Dania went shopping the next day for some linens and things for the kitchen. Dad and I went to the supermarket for staples and basics. We unpacked it all and headed out for dinner. Dania and I were on cloud nine. It was going to be a dream fulfilled. The next day we headed home to pack up our stuff and get ready for the move and our college adventure. The day before we left for school, Dad and Mom surprised us. They were giving us the Wagoneer to take to school. We would need the transportation for shopping, etc. and it was an extra around the house anyway. How cool are they? We packed it, to the brim, and set out the next morning. It's only a two-hour drive from home to Boston -- far enough and close enough. Dania was as happy as I have ever seen her. As we pulled onto the interstate, Dania's hand traveled up my thigh, teasingly touching the bulge that never seemed to go away when she was around. I glanced over to see her smiling sexily back at me, her eyes a mixture of lust and wondering. She grinned as her fingers undid the buttons of her blouse, then she sat back in her seat. She started rubbing her hand up and down my thigh. "Hey -- save it -- I'm gonna have an accident!" "Then drive more careful!" Her hand went in my pants and she began to touch me through the thin fabric. She was never shy about touching me and she knew that was one of the reasons she excited me. I never had to guess if she wanted me, she always made it very clear. She unzipped my fly, reached in and took my cock out. She was pumping me slowly with her hand, building up the pressure and the desire. She slid down on her seat and her short skirt rose up to expose most of her thighs. Her tits were hanging out between the folds of her blouse. "Great view" I murmured. "Mmmmm, there's more" was all she answered and started kissing and licking my dick. Here I was, tooling down the interstate at sixty-five with my dick out and my sister's head in my lap. She was purring as I felt lips engulf my dick with her tongue lapping at the shaft. She began to bob her head up and down fucking me with her mouth. "Ohhhh, I just love this thing. I can't ever get enough of it" she was saying in between. She was working it so hard that I thought she was going to pull the cum right out of me from sheer suction. I reached over and felt her hardened nipples inside her open blouse. She moved her tits to grind against me and smiled as she said, "That isn't all I'm not wearing." I had to stop driving so I pulled over into a rest stop. Dania had removed her top something she had been doing a lot since the summer. She was using her hand to play with her nipples and they were already standing out hard and straight. Now that I could participate more than passively, I reached over and fondled her tits with both hands. She rolled over a little so I had better access. At the same time she completely opened my pants. I lifted up just enough for her to slide them free. There I was, butt ass naked from the waste down and there she was, her head under the steering wheel, enjoying her "toy". She was repeating over and over "Give it to me. Give me some of your love cream. Cum in my mouth. I want you to come in my mouth. You know you love to." I raised up her skirt giving me access to her pussy. As I exposed her I saw she wasn't wearing any panties either. "Wanton woman'" I said softly "you aren't wearing any underwear." She stopped only long enough to answer "Why bother when I have you around to play with me" and pressed her pussy into my hand. Her pussy lips were already swollen and she was soaking wet. I inserted two fingers into her pussy and she started moaning and groaning with my dick in her mouth. The feeling was amazing and quickly got my balls tight. I thought this is what a vibrator must feel like to a woman. I used my thumb and rubbed her clit in circles. I was driving her crazy too. She started pushing back, rocking her hips to and fro, as I pushed and pulled my fingers in and out and rubbed her clit harder and harder. She let out a loud moan and came in my hand drenching me and the car seat with her juices. It was too much for me too and, as she deep throated me, I came down her throat. "I've been waiting all week for that Dan" she smiled after a while. 'I just can't believe how hot I am for you -- even lustful. I am wet all the time now. Every time we make love, I want you more and more - no, that's not right, I need more and more of it. I never thought I was this sexual. This is what addictive drugs must be like -- this needing. I guess I am a closet nymphomaniac." "Honey, we are in public, on a public highway, nude and we just completed a sexual act. That isn't closet anything" I laughed. And she punched me. We laughed and I loved her even more that day than before. "I love you" I said softly. "And I you" she answered. "And we are finally going to be alone to enjoy us" she added. We arrived in time for lunch but we didn't have much food. We spent the next hour unloading the car and putting stuff in the general place they would end up. Then we went up onto campus to check out the coffee shops and student union, and we ate there. We saw some kids from school and we chatted for a while. We had decided to start the 'brother and sister sharing an apartment' story early and often. We spun it like it was our parents idea and that we wouldn't have to be moving every semester or two, and be dependent on school or greasy spoon food. We even lied about dad thinking it might be better for him to buy a condo but we hadn't had time. Everyone wanted to see the place and we agreed to have a party as soon as we knew the rules. One of the students we met said there was another brother-sister pair of freshman and he thought they were living in the same complex. He thought their name was like ours -- Harrison. "Where are they from?" "Virginia -- I think." "That means they could be relatives. My family is originally from the Tidewater area." "That's the name of the place they said they were from." "Point them out for us if you see them!" "Sure" he agreed. Dania and I got excited. "How cool, we may get to be friends with distant cousins" said Dania "especially if they are living where we are!" "Let's see if we can find them" I challenged as we walked to the car. We went off to the supermarket and stocked up for the apartment. We went to the manager's office on the way in and asked if there was another brother-sister living in the complex. He said there was, and that he had gotten confused because their last name was the same as ours. Turns out, they lived in a two bedroom unit two doors down from us. So we headed up to the apartment and knocked on their door. There was no answer, so we left a note suggesting they come over if they got back early enough. Besides, Dania and I had some plans for our first night in the apartment and we wanted to get to bed early. We unpacked the groceries and cooked some dinner, toasting each other with a bottle of wine we had brought with us. Then we started unpacking the rest of the stuff. Our goal was to be 'live in ready' before we went to bed. It took about three hours before we had the place set up the way we wanted to. We made sure that Dania's stuff was in her room and mine in my room -- just in case someone went snooping. We had to share the medicine cabinet and linen closet but that was no big deal for us. It was warm in the apartment so I closed the blinds a little and shed my clothes and worked in my underwear. Taking my lead, Dania shed all of her clothes and was working in the nude. I stopped and looked at this gorgeous woman I loved with her upturned breasts and flat stomach curving down to her pussy. Her tits and firm ass cheeks bouncing slightly as she walked was distracting. She had made a point of teasing me all the time and, as she would have it, I was sprouting a pretty good hard-on. And when she bent over to pick something up, it was all I could do to keep from walking up behind her and burying my dick to the hilt in her ass. "It is real hard for me to concentrate when you're walking around like that." "Think about what is in store for you when we finish. Stop gawking, put my toy away and get back to work!" That was the only sympathy I got. So I fixed her good. She bent over to pick up a box of clothes and I goosed her with my hand crunching her pussy lips and sliding a finger up to her clit. She yelped and stood up suddenly. She turned around and I grabbed her and kissed her. She melted into my arms wrapping her hands around me. She put her leg up on the box she had dropped and I started pushing my dick up and down along her pussy lips hitting her clit at the top of the stroke. She started rubbing my back and reaching down to my ass, squeezing it gently. Moaning into my mouth she said "put that thing in me and you don't get any tonight!" and pulled away. "I supposed that was a lesson huh?" "Sure was lover -- now get back to work!" We kissed and reluctantly went about our unpacking. I was focused on what she called me -- "lover" -- it was the first time she called me anything other than Dan and it felt absolutely right. We finished about an hour later and poured ourselves another glass of wine. Dad and mom had given us one of the big screen TVs and a video player and I hooked it all up to my stereo from home. I turned it all on and we relaxed on the couch for a while listening to the music. Dania curled up next to me and I put my arm around her. She snuggled up closer so I could play with her tits, She took my hand and urged me to do it. She began stroking my thigh up and down touching my balls at the top of each stroke. I started fingering her nipples and she took her other hand and gripped my dick gently -- stroking it as well. "Could this be any more perfect?" "Not in my book. I love you, I think you are beautiful and the sexiest thing on this earth. I love making love with you and being with you. No -- there is nothing more perfect." She had managed to get me hard and I could tell she was getting aroused. She started squirming around and I could feel the heat rising from her body. She was pumping me harder now, in time with her breathing. I leaned back and she rolled over on her side. I moved to lie next to her. My cock was lying on her thigh. She tried to position herself by wiggling her ass to get me inside of her. "Please" she whispered "make love to me. I want to feel you inside me. Lets christen the apartment couch." "Oh honey," I laughed, "we aren't even close to doing that yet. I'm going to make sure you know how long I've looked forward to this moment and how very much I want to pleasure you." There was a sensual smile on her face. "Yes please!" I started kissing her face and her ears. I moved to her neck and shoulders trailing my tongue along her clavicle and down the side of her tits. A moved slowly on to her nipples, sucking them gently to full extension. "Oh my God, Dan, that feels good .. Don't . stop ...ughhhhh." She was moaning, and the heat of her body was forming a light glistening of water on the surface of her skin. As I licked her, I could taste her desire. My lips trailed from her tits down across her stomach and to her pussy. I reached behind me and grabbed a pillow, placing it under her ass and parting her legs. I slid my head between her legs and could smell the aroma of her pussy. No question, she was in heat. Her clit was swollen and pink and coated with moisture. I could almost feel it throbbing with desire. I used my fingers to open her pussy to my tongue. I could feel the wetness in my hand. I licked her slit from her clit to her ass, savoring the taste of her. Her moans told me that she was enjoying the sensation as much as I was enjoying giving it to her. I closed my lips over her clit and sucked it into my mouth. Her body stiffened and I knew that her first orgasm was close. Not leaving go of her clit, I slid two fingers inside of her and rotated them left and right. She came immediately. I licked her juices and sucked her clit keeping her on the edge. It was just the beginning for her. I was on a mission to pleasure her more than ever before. I felt her body relax and she turned over. I moved her to the inside of the couch and placed the pillow under her stomach as I moved her legs around so they dangled off the edge. I got to my knees below her on the floor. Her ass was raised in the air and I began to massage her ass cheeks. I could feel her relax as I parted her ass revealing the hole there. I tongued at her and she moaned as if I had set her on fire. I moved my tongue further inside of her and began to use it to eat her pussy. She cried out again and opened herself to me as far as she could. I inserted three fingers inside her pussy using my thumb to rub her clit. I started to slowly insert a finger in her ass. I could feel her pussy tightening on my fingers as I pumped the finger in and out of her ass. I tongued at her ass again while my thumb circled her clit and my fingers plunged in and out of her. She had orgasm after orgasm until finally she collapsed in a heap. "Oh my God" she breathed as she rolled over on her back. Her breathing was hard, her tits rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. "Dan, that was amazing. Let me do you, too!" "Not yet, I'm not finished!" "What? I don't know how much more I can take!" I stood up, not giving her a chance to think, put her feet on my shoulders and plunged my cock into her waiting pussy. She was so hot and wet around me that I was sure I would quickly lose control as I pumped in and out of her. It wasn't long, when I felt my balls tighten and I drove my dick all the way in until I could feel the opening to her cervix. "Oh Dan fuck me . fill me up .. fuck me.... Fuck meeeeee. I'm cummmmmmiiinnngg" I stiffened and shot myself into her, my cum filling her and mixing with her orgasm. Without a break, I rolled her back on her stomach propping her ass in the air. I spread her cheeks as wide as they would go. Using the wetness from her pussy that had mixed with my cum to lubricate my dick, I pushed into to her ass. Dania went wild. She was moaning and groaning and her body was twitching and thrashing as I plunged in and out. I set up a rhythm, slowing the pace each time she reached near an orgasm. I was torturing her sexually by keeping her arousal level high and she was loving it. I reached under and thrust two fingers in her pussy. She came. I rotated them and she came again. I picked up the pace and rubbed her clit harder and harder. She came again and then again shuddering each time uncontrollably from the increasing intensity of her orgasms. I heard her call out my name with a moan during each of them. Then I couldn't hold out any longer. I was way over the top myself. I pushed all the way into her ass and her pussy, pressed her clit as hard as I could and unloaded. She had this massive convulsive orgasm and collapsed. I stayed inside of her and lay on the couch beside her, pulling her close to me. "God, I love this man" she whispered softly. "And I you" I replied and fell asleep. I awoke a little later. Dania was still sleeping and my now mostly soft dick was still in her ass. As I started to move, the motion awakened her with a satisfied moan. "Let's go to bed in our bed. I want to know I am sleeping next to you and we won't have to worry about anything else." And so we did. To be continued... All in the Family Ch. 07 Chapter 7 College Life ++++++++++++++++++ Please read the introduction to Chapter 1 if you haven't already done so. It wuldn't hurt to read the stories in order as well. I am writing this story as close as I can from the material shared by this amazing couple. They trusted me with their story, and I hope I have done them justice. With their consent, I have taken liberties with the sexual content and in creating much of their dialogue in the interest of telling a more erotic story, but the basic settings and occurrences are accurate. I have also chosen to tell it in my friend's voice instead of as a narrator. Jack ++++++++++++++++++ The next morning, rather than make love, we got up and took a shower together, our first real one in the new apartment. We took our time washing each other and arousing our desire for each other. We made breakfast and cleaned up the place. Dania said I should do some laundry and set up the computer. She was going out shopping for about an hour to pick up some girly things. I was just finishing checking the telephone connection when she came home. She was all bubbly. "I talked to the Harrison's from Virginia and we are going to them for dinner tonight at about 6:30." "Sounds great!" I said "What did you buy?" "You'll see in time," she replied and walked into her bedroom and shut the door. She came out about ten minutes later. She was wearing a short white see-thru nighty. "You like?" she asked pirouetting around. Her turning made the hem of the nighty rise above her waste and her pussy and ass were mine for the looking. "No, I love. I not only love, I desire!" I answered. "Oh, Dan, you really know how to treat a girl. Now I want to show you what I bought. Follow me," and she turned and went into the bedroom. When I walked in she was lying on the bed with her nighty long gone and her legs spread wide. "You have to sit on the chair over there," she said " this is a show just for you!" "What are you up to?" I asked. "I want to see if I can make you really excited without touching you," she said. "And this is what I bought." She pulled this a box full of 'toys' from under her pillow. There were three butt plugs, small medium and large, an egg shaped vibrator connected to a cord and controller and a massive tan rubber dildo. It had to be 16 inches long and 2 inches thick -- a much bigger version of my dick. It was enormous. "My God," I said, "what are you going to do with that thing?" "I'm going to pleasure myself. I am determined to take this thing and I want you to watch me do it. I think it will be so hot and I have thinking about this for weeks! So sit back and watch!" I love this girl -- she is a constant amazement. "What brought this on?" I asked as she opened a bottle of lube and started to carefully work it on to each of her toys with this glazed look in her eyes. This was all new! "I had been thinking, and you know what about," she giggled, "and I realized that I had some things that really got me off in my fantasies. One of the things that really excites me is the idea of exhibitionism or voyeurism. Do you remember when we watched mom and dad going for broke at the lake and how turned on I got. It got to you too as I remember. What made me realize how powerfully arousing that could be for me, and I hope for us, happened yesterday afternoon." "I got home before you did and I was about to go to the store when I looked down from the balcony. We can see into the solarium part of the club. There was a couple down there making love. He was stretched out on the chaise totally naked and she, also naked, was on her knees and giving him head and fingering herself-- she was beautiful to watch. It was like she was worshipping his dick which, I might add was pretty nice in itself. It was hard to tell but it looked about the same size as yours only thinner. She ran her hands down over his ass cheeks and, used her other hand to explore and touch him cupping and massaging his balls while she took the whole thing down her throat. She would look up at him to watch his pleasure build and I thought that is exactly how you look when I give you head. Giving you oral pleasure really gets me going too. I stood there for what must have been twenty minutes or more mesmerized by what she was doing to him." "Then he stopped her and switched places. She lay down on the chaise with her legs spread as wide as she could. Her body could not be more beautiful - high tight breasts, small nipples, with a tiny waist and smooth tanned hips. She had no tan marks on her front, so she was used to sunning nude. Her bush was dark and neatly trimmed to a V and when she lowered her legs to the ground to give him more access to her it was easy to see the glistening wetness of her swollen pussy. Then he bent down, placing his mouth on her nipples, one after the other. His tongue was out, drawing circles around the aurora before he sucked and bit and pulled on each nipple. I could see how hard they were from up here. As he started down toward her vagina, kissing and caressing her stomach, she arched her back as he continued to play with her nipples. She reached over and began stroking his penis slowly pulling up and down on it. I immediately began identifying physically. They were just like us -- so totally into mutual sexual pleasure. From the way she was moving her head back and forth, it was easy to tell that he got his tongue buried deep inside her. Then he eased one finger up inside her. That set her up just fine. She jerked and writhed and moved up and down on his finger and his tongue. It was very obvious that something was going to happen and very soon, as their bodies worked toward their common orgasm their hands increased their stroking, faster and faster. I watched them go off together. I didn't realize I had been holding my breath, fascinated by watching the scene below me, and I was so aroused from what I watched and the fact that it was in public that I went back into the house and masturbated just to release the pent up steam." "So I was wondering why we shouldn't have a piece of that if it created that kind of pleasure. I am sure that doing it in public was all part of it but I wanted to try it a little bit at a time. Why not do a little of the exhibitionist thing as an experiment in front of someone I completely love and trust first, someone that loves me unconditionally and does not judge me for my sexual pursuit -- especially because it is focused on him. That way, if it is awful, I am not any worse off. But if it is really great, then I have shared something else with the man in my life. I love you so much, and I love our sex life so much, that I don't ever want it to be stale. So I want us to be open to new and different ways, places and things to enhance what we have? To build on the pleasure and excitement we enjoyed up at the cabin when we were outside. I know you understand but what do you think about the idea?" "So you're saying that you don't mind flaunting that absolutely fabulous body of yours or showing off a little of what we have to other people because it makes sex for us better?" I asked. "Absolutely correct, but only if you are into it as well, willingly and whole-heartedly. Otherwise we won't. I want you to experience it with me because you want to, not just to please me." "But pleasing you is where I am when we make love." "And me too, but you need to be honest with me." "I am OK with it, and more than willing to play it out. It's a fantasy of mine too. But if it turns out I don't like it I promise I will tell you. If I do like it as much as I think I might and you might, then I can get pretty creative myself." "Oh I know you can -- and I am banking on it! Now, the butt plugs are to make that part of our lovemaking more pleasurable. Even though we have anal pretty regularly, there still is a small amount of discomfort involved for me especially at the beginning -- but it is all part of the immense pleasure I get at the same time. I don't want any pain when we are together like that, only sheer pleasure with no distractions. I decided it was about my size. So I thought why not take away the pain by making the canal a little bigger for that beautiful monster of yours. It is so wonderful and it fills me completely. You must admit, you can't change its size, and I don't want you to, but I can work at being a little larger -- not a lot though. Now sit back and enjoy the show!" She brought her knees up to her chest and spread her legs as wide as she could. The picture was priceless. There she was, my sister, my lover wide open and ready! I couldn't believe how stunning she was. She picked up the egg vibrator first and turned it on. The buzzing was pretty loud and I could see her reaction almost immediately. I was so in tune with her sexually, that I could almost predict what would happen next. She lubed her pussy up a little and inserted the egg all the way in one swift movement. All that showed was the electrical cord coming out from between her pussy lips. She turned up the power and I could still hear the buzzing from where I was sitting. She was already starting to breath a little harder and faster and her color was starting to get pink. She was very aroused by the vibrator and getting more so quickly from the constant stimulation. It must have been sitting on her G spot. Her throaty moans had already started. She won't be long now I thought to myself. Sure enough I watched her shudder a little and groan. "Oh shit that feels good. I'm coming already! - Not as good as you though!" she said starring lovingly at me with a big grin. "Oh I'm sure that thing isn't a lot of competition," I answered. She smiled with this incredibly lustful look on her face and stared down at my crotch. I was amazed at how hard I was and it showed like a tent pole in my shorts. Then she reached for the small butt plug . "I think I should start small," she said. She had stared to breath harder and moan louder from the constant movement in her pussy from the vibrator. She rubbed her clit and squeezed her nipples getting herself ready again. She placed the head of the plug at her hole and pushed in gently. It wasn't too much of a stretch because of her position and it slipped in quickly with a small plop. I watch as her sphincter adjusted around the small neck of the butt plug. Her body was simply wonderful. She looked at me -- with absolute lust on her face. It was amazing from this perspective. It is a totally different view then when I am participating up close and very personal. I watched carefully and noticed little things that would set her off a little longer or a little faster. I filed them for future use. I noticed her getting close to another climax -- this one bigger than the first. She always ramped them up in magnitude order. "I'm gonna cum again -- big. I can feel the juices starting to flow already. Can you see them? Can you smell them? God, I smell like a sex machine and I love it!" She started moaning louder and louder. "Oh fuck.....fuck...this is going to be.......... UUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" She was thrashing around on the bed and closing her legs around the butt plug and vibrator. She finally let lose and lay back to relax. "I better take this thing out before it kills me!" she joked and slowly removed the vibrator with a loud plop. Her cum was leaking out of her like a small river. "Oh I'm really making a mess! Would you get me a towel please?" I went into the bath and retrieved a bath towel and brought it back to her. "Sit next to me now," she pleaded and I sat at the foot of the bed. "Take off your clothes for me -- slowly as I watch -- Pleeeaaaasse?" I wasn't wearing much more than my boxers so I stood and slowly wriggled my ass until they slid down to the floor. There I was, sticking straight out and pointing at the ceiling. "My toy is so beautiful, I just love looking at it, touching it, stroking it and kissing it. Come closer." She reached out a closed her hand around my dick and slowly stroked it for a while as she calmed down from her own ordeal. She bent over and kissed the head and licked the pre-cum that had formed there. With just a few strokes I couldn't stand much after her exhibit and came all over her hand and squirted onto her chest. "That's my man." She cooed. "Now sit over there and watch some more!" She leaned back on the pillows again and assumed the same position as before -- her legs up against her chest and her knees spread as wide as she could. She picked up the dildo and made sure there was plenty of lube on it. "I probably won't need too much -- better safe than sorry!" she said as she positioned it toward her waiting pussy. Then she pushed the head in a little. It was big so she rotated and angled the tip while she pressed lightly toward her opening. As soon as she worked it inside, she stopped. She was panting very hard now and I could see the sweat starting on her forehead and chest. She had to be very aroused because that was the only time she sweated. Ever so slowly she started working it in allowing her pussy to stretch and give in to the onslaught. "I don't know how good an idea this was, it is so fucking big I feel like I am being split in two. But in a crazy way it feels wonderful and ...." She never finished her statement. She was screaming my name, turning red all over, and sweating when she finally let go a huge orgasm thrashing about like a fish on a hook. Slowly, very slowly, she calmed down as her breathing returned to normal. "My god that was immense! Different, but immense!" "Its all about being satisfied." I said. "You happy?" She was coherent now. "It's not the same as with you. All of my senses and emotions are engaged and I am focused on pleasing you, just like you are for me. So, doing it solo is missing half of the pleasure. Doesn't change the animal part though!" she said with a giggle. "I need to rest for a while now -- come lie here next to me." I climbed onto the bed with her and held her in my arms as she went to sleep. I had been very aroused by what Dania had been up to -- and I certainly hadn't been bored. I wondered how far she would be willing to go with this exhibitionist thing. It was one thing for us to be naked while we were alone, quite another when there were strangers around or in public. Just the thought of other people ogling her (or me as the case may be) or drooling over her magnificent body as it was on display, or what we could do in public was making me hard. Hey -- more fantasies for me. To be continued... All in the Family Ch. 07 Martin nibbled between where his wife's thighs used to be, now just short soft stumps. She begged him to go slower. "We have all weekend," she cooed and thrust the dark brown skin around and over his face. "Eat mama's pink pussy." To him, those were musical words, almost as sweet to his ears as, "Kiss my stumps darlin'." No matter how much she wanted him to go slow, her body was moving, quivering, shaking wildly, and she was pulling at his baldhead moving his mouth here and there. "That's it-t," she groaned loudly in a deep, low, almost out-of-body, voice. Sometimes followed by, "Your tongue sure does-s good things." Mostly, she just moaned. Both of his hands rested against her slim waist, sometimes her shapely hips, attempting to hold her still, trying to keep his mouth against her wetness, against the sweet pink skin. It was impossible. He knew once Selma was in the throws, she was all over the place. He loved it. She did too. Twenty minutes later, Selma lay on her back, both hands behind her head on the pillow. Large brown breasts rolled slowly over her chest as she breathed. "Let me rest, then you can 'do' me with your big ole tool." She giggled a few times and moved so the breasts would jiggle a bit more. "First, titillate me with talk about some of the amputees you've made. You're such a great surgeon." She jiggled a little more and leaned close enough to peck at his lips. "Male or female?" She shrugged her shoulders, her hands staying behind her head. "Darling, it doesn't matter as long as it has stumps attached." She giggled. Her waist flexed, her hips rose slightly from the bed then wiggled side-to-side. He shoved a few fingers deeper, pulled her clit between his lips. She was so-o wet and nectar poured down that space below her slit. He paused and watched if flow. His tongue dapped and lapped unable to prevent some from circling her asshole. A thumb strummed her clit and kissed deep inside. "Darling," she whispered, and one at a time, waved the small mounds of thigh. He didn't stop. She didn't really want him to. "Wouldn't it be pretty if you revised just one of them ... make it completely gone?" Just the left stump moved this time. "Yeah." She pulled at him. "Come lay on top of mama. Enjoy the way it feels." She paused as he moved. "Enjoy the way you've made me have nothing past my hips." His body now on her, his lips near hers, his body draped over her legless hips. "Don't it feel ... good?" Her hips moved just enough to let him begin to sink inside. "Don't it?" He slowly filled her. "Oh Martin ... I love you so." - Susan moved gracefully though the conference room. Ten people already seated and Mark secretly watched. Her long black hair, braded and casually tossed forward over the professional black business suit jacket and the white blouse, sometimes distracted observers from the shapely form of the single leg, a black shoe with a moderate height heal, extending from the knee length black skirt. She lowered the tasteful, all black, crutches from her forearms and quietly placed them beside the chair as she sat. She glanced around the table and opened her notebook. "Thank you for coming," she told them as she started the monthly review meeting. "Martin," she simply said, looking directly at him. He shifted slightly in the chair and flipped through a few pieces of paper. "Twenty-eight people the past month. Up from twenty-one two months ago," he dryly began, indicating how many people had been though the program. He explained how many had various amputations, average stay, and what he referred to as 'success rates' meaning how well the people adjusted to no longer having the limb. Mark lifted a hand and asked, "Male to female ratios?" He pretended to not be interested in the women that had been through the program. Everyone in the room knew he was. "There were nine women, three under forty, two over fifty." Most seemed to be in their forties. "Eight had a single leg amputated above the knee ... usually the left leg. The other had both above the knee." A woman lifted her left hand slightly as she looked at Martin. She was middle aged, attractive, not beautiful. A plain wedding band graced the ring finger of the raised hand. The sleeves of her cream-colored silk blouse ended midway to the elbow, one had no arm visible past the end of the sleeve. She began without waiting for acknowledgment. "Do you expect to see the increase continue? What are the plans should the number double ... triple?" Her voice was sensual, almost as if inviting someone under the sheets with her. "Surgically, we could handle much more. It appears the limitation is the number of beds. I'm sure Susan would be in a better position to address that. I've spoken to Thomas and he is willing to do these surgeries should the volume increase." Martin paused. "Yes, he seems quite willing." He chuckled. Martin continued for a while then closed the folder. Susan glanced at Wanda, who began her report. "The newly established process for qualifying candidates has been in place for two months. They receive a questionnaire after they initially contact us. I conduct a one to two hour session with them before making a recommendation to Martin." A woman sat across the table from Wanda. A pair of crutches leaned against the wall behind her. She asked, "How many are being denied?" "When people come, they are emotionally committed and understand, if accepted, surgery will occur within a few days. It can be quite devastating if someone is rejected, so we try to use the questionnaire to disqualify those with severe mental health issues before setting up travel here." A man sitting beside Mark made some notes on a yellow legal pad then held a hook slightly off the table. A ballpoint pen lingered inside the hook. The sleeve of the other arm appeared empty. "How are people learning about the program?" "Currently it is word of mouth." The woman with one arm asked, "Should we be more open about this? I mean, there might be people who could benefit, but don't know we're here." The stump moved in her sleeve. "Thank god I worked here." She glanced around the room and then wrote on her notepad. Susan looked at her. "Let's talk later. I think we should prepare something to post on a few Internet groups." She then looked at Martin. "If we do that, I suspect we'll likely see a big increase. Maybe we should have part of one floor where we give preference to 'your' patients. Oh, and let Thomas know he may be needed." She giggled. The woman with one arm then asked, "Are there many who come back for an addition amputation ... perhaps come back multiple times?" She grinned and looked at the man with the hook. He smiled back. "Can you ever have enough?" He chuckled. She shook her head. - The sign behind Katlin read 'Traveler's Inn'. A woman stood beside a man as he filled out the registration card. She was much younger than he was and had soft tanned skin, the kind one gets from laying in the sun some, but not every day. Her appearance, neat, casual, like her blouse, faded blue jeans, and blood red running shoes. She glanced at Katlin's crutches and the lack of leg below the skirt. Katlin smiled, then took the credit card, and dragged it through the card slot. The woman inhaled deeply letting her chest swell making her firm, but smallish, breasts press tightly against the fabric of her dark blue blouse. Without a bra, the nipples formed small peaks. She shifted her weight to one foot then lifted the other slightly. "Nice hotel," the woman commented. "It is becoming a destination resort, plus people having surgery at the hospital find it convenient." She made a slight chuckling sound after saying 'surgery' thinking how only people seeing Martin would stay at the hotel. "I was doubtful at first. My husband assured me it would be." Katlin straighten up and filled her chest, the chocolate brown cleavage exaggerated itself. "Is there a restaurant?" he asked, staring into the brown valley. His eyes followed down her front and gazed for a moment at her lack of one leg. He imagined what she might look like without clothes and wondered how much of her leg was missing. "Down the hall, just past the bar." "Can you tell us where '1546 Aspen' is?" he asked. "In the office park next to our parking lot. You can walk. Are you going to see Wanda?" "Yes," the man replied. He grinned and the woman rubbed his forearm and smiled at him then at Katlin. "Did you?" he asked. Katlin nodded and slipped two key lock cards across the desk. "Someone is at the desk until ten at night and by phone after that - dial *0 on the room phone." The couple turned to leave. A woman wearing a prosthetic leg pushed a wheelchair with an armless woman missing a leg through the lobby and down the hallway towards the rooms. The man's face tracked them until long after they were no longer visible. "Wow," he said, his face now slowly moving so he faced first Katlin, then the woman. "They checked in a few hours ago," Katlin said, as if nothing special had happened. "Do you get many?" the woman asked. Katlin smiled. "Yes ... more each month." "Great," the woman replied, still holding his hand. "A destination hotel, for sure." - Rick placed the travel bag on the luggage rack and unzipped it. "I'm so excited," Mona said, rubbing her hand along his back. Her hands snaked around his neck as he turned towards her. She rubbed against his front. "A man with one leg...." Her tongue slipped between his lips and searched for the back of his mouth. The rubbing became more of a grinding and her breath grew deep as she moaned into his mouth. She lingered, rubbing her palm over his chest, feeling a nipple grow erect beneath his polo shirt. Her hand stayed for a while then pushed into his khaki trousers, feeling him inhale giving her hand room. "Sweetheart," she said - her voice deep and longing. Her fingers wrapped around the shaft - squeezing, stroking, and pleasing. The fire quickly building inside her, her thoughts of him with one leg barely able to be contained any longer. Nothing said as she guided him backwards towards the bed, her hand holding his cock like a handle to steer him in the right direction. His legs touched the edge of the bed and he fell backwards. She sat beside him and fiddled with his belt buckle, then the snap on his pants, then the zipper. He watched, not helping. She muttered something unintelligible as she forced his trousers and underwear off the hips and down the thighs, leaving them around his knees. "There's my friend." Her hand roamed the full length of the shaft as she nibbled and pecked around the smooth skin of the swollen head. "Something 'is' excited." Her lips tightly surround the head and her hand moved more quickly. Small popping sounds drifted near as her lips passed over the ridge of the head. He made pleasant noises, but she was lost in pleasuring her mouth and preparing for the gushing of tasty warm milk. "No big rush," he offered, between groans. He knew he was past the point of no return and watched her hand and head moving like a synchronized dance team. It happened, then again, and another. He listened to her gulp. She continued long after the last stream hopping for more. There wasn't. She sat up and swiped at her mouth with the back of her hand as she looked towards his face. "I married you for two things...." She grinned and licked an errant drop of cum from her lip. "That was one." "The other?" She laughed loudly and slapped his left thigh. "Soon." She laughed again then sucked his waning erection again. - Mona's hair was still damp from the shower as she and Rick strolled into the bar before dinner. Two women and a single man sat on stools forming a private conversation. They whispered and elbows rested on the wooden bar. Mona looked at the three pair of crutches leaning against the wall nearby. "Look," she softly said as she tapped Rick's shoulder. "There." Her head tilted several times in the direction of the group. She glanced around the room and noticed a few wheelchairs and other crutches. They held hands as they walked past the group. Rick nodded and said, "Hi," to no one in particular, though he checked each out equally. One woman glanced casually at Mona before turning back to the others. Mona pulled two stools out, not close to them, and they sat down. "Two whiskeys," he said to the female bartender wearing a hook for one hand. Her nametag read, 'Tia'. She glanced at each and poured from a bottle under the counter. Her hook steadied each glass. "Vacation or...?" she said, and then gave a small chuckle as she lifted her hook. Mona nodded and played with his hand. "He is. I'm excited for him." She took a small sip and put the glass down. "We've been talking for a while." "Yeah," Rick said. "Funny thing about online dating places." He laughed. "What? Like 'Man wanting to be amputee, seeks interested younger woman'." Tia giggled and glanced at the other three. Loudly, "Is anyone ready for another?" "Nah. One leg is just fine," the taller woman with long, straight, almost white straw blond hair said. She then added, "Oh, sure, another round of drinks," then giggled. Mona let her eyes travel over the woman's white t-shirt that did little to hide the enhanced - almost too much - breasts and the fashionable unfaded blue jeans with one pant leg trimmed neatly about the hip missing all of its thigh. The woman extended her hand as if for a shake, palm down, fingers a bit limp, the nails painted neatly in dark red and the ring finger missing all but a short stump. "Nicole," she said in a deep sultry, almost pretentious voice. She looked back at the others, "Sasha and Kevin." She paused for effect. "A dear friend and her 'charming' husband." Mona forced her eyes away from Nicole's nipples drilling into the fabric and looked at the other two. Both older than Nicole, he was much older than Sasha was. All three were what most would refer to as 'beautiful people'. "Is this your first stump?" Sasha asked, almost as if asking if it was the first time for traveling to some exotic far way place. "Robert did mine before he retired," Kevin quickly added without waiting for an answer to her question. "Martin did mine before he moved here," Nicole chimed in. "Isn't this the greatest?" Her tone was flip, almost party like, in the way she talked about having their legs amputated. Mona recoiled slightly, but hid the physical response, as she realized all three seemed to have such a different attitude from Rick. "We see Wanda tomorrow." "Isn't that such an old fashion name?" Sasha said in a patronizing tone. "My mother's name," Rick glibly said. It was a lie, but he was trying to regain Mona's attention and ignore the others." Tia leaned slightly over the bar, the front edge of her top falling forward giving them a clear view inside to her navel. "Your table is ready." She held the pose for a moment and Rick took the opportunity to look. A twenty-something woman wearing a black skirt, white blouse with a black bow tie, held two menus in the crook of one arm and coughed quietly to gain their attention. "I'm Debbie and I'll be your server this evening. Follow me." Rick quickly scanned her shapely and youthful body complete with a prosthetic left leg without cosmetic covering, just a silver tubing to the foot. "Is everyone...?" he whispered, undressing her in his mind as he had Katlin earlier. "Probably," she replied. She walked gracefully without any limp. She spoke without looked at them while she walked. "There's some new housing nearby and many of 'us' are moving there." He held the chair for Mona then sat across the table. Debbie put the menus in front of them, and then brushed at the sides of her hips. "We just bought a house." "You and your husband?" Mona asked, looking up at her face. Debbie looked around before speaking. "Dad and I." She ran a finger across a piece of out of place hair. She whispered, "People don't mind about how I 'had' my leg off, but they still find my 'thing' with my father is 'taboo'," she said, emphasizing a few words. She paused. "Strange, huh?" "No." Mona replied. "I'm into older men ... ones missing a leg that is." She looked at the woman's face for a short moment. "We all have our 'kinks'." She giggled. "It seems like there is a more tolerant attitude around here." Debbie glanced back toward the entrance then back at Mona. "Yeah, it's pretty wonderful. I need to seat these people then I'll be back to take your orders. No rush." - Jack walked out of the office towards the front desk, his crutch tips moving quietly along the marble floor. "Hey," he said, looking more at the front door than at Katlin. "Got the books balanced?" she asked. He had been the accountant for Robert's medical practice, but now worked full time at the inn. He nodded as he looked out the front window, a slight tint hiding how sunny it really was outside, and leaned back on his crutches. "Great day." She stood beside, turned slightly towards him, admiring his looks. "Three today." She moved towards the door and back towards him, just pacing. "Married life still good?" She stroked his upper arm. "Yeah-h," she drawled. "I've noticed you almost lusting." Her hand lingered for a moment on his arm. "A man without a leg...." She sighed deeply, but never finished the thought before returning to the front desk, leaving him in some dream. - Tracey's prosthetic leg extended past the hem of the tan skirt. She pushed Shelly's wheelchair across the parking lot from the Inn. Shelly wore a long sleeve blouse to protect her pale white skin from what she considered an overly hot sun that would burn her like a piece of toast. The empty sleeves blew about in the gentle breeze. The thin fabric of the skirt, which ended well below the knees, fluttered as helped by pulling herself forward with the single foot. She sat slightly high on one side and one side of her body seemed too wide, both from pretending to be missing the leg and the other arm. Wanda sat in her wheelchair by a small outdoor table sipping a soft drink and enjoying the warm day. "Darling," Shelly said. "Are you Wanda?" Wanda tossed the nearly empty cup in a nearby container and looked up. "Yes. You must be Shelly ... and Tracey." As she spoke, she glanced at each woman, one at a time. "Let's go inside." "This is exciting," Shelly said. Both followed behind Wanda into the office. "Have a seat," Wanda said, not looking at either, as she opened the folder lying on the desk and skimmed some notes. She looked up and watched Shelly for a moment. "The right leg?" she quizzed. "Just above the knee and the right arm like the other," she replied, making sure it was clear she had indicated both on the form. Wanda knew that was on the form and nodded. "I understand how this will change my life." She cleared her throat. "I plan to use a prosthesis for my leg. She lives with me." Shelly tilted her head towards Tracey. "She'll be my ... ah, hands ... already is." "Thirty-eight?" Her finger trailed down the form. Shelly was small, pleasing to look at. Her face soft, rounded, and her lips with a pale color lipstick seemed to beg for a kiss. "Yes." "Husband?" It was an indirect question to get her to talk about her living situation. Wanda's finger rested on the box marked single. "No ... Tracey.... It's been about two years since the arm." She waved the arm stump. "I wanted to give myself a chance to adjust. It's just part of they way I've always thought of myself." "Both arms and one leg?" Shelly nodded several times. "That's all ... I promise." She giggled. She pulled the hem up to expose the knee of the folded leg. "It should be just above the knee." Tracey flipped her fingers through the dark brown hair a few times and glanced between the two women. "Like me." All in the Family Ch. 07 "Does that excite you?" "It does ... of course." She glared at Wanda. The look was intense. "Is that a problem?" "I'm just asking." A far-reaching conversation continued for the remainder of the hour then Wanda closed the folder and crossed her hands over it. "So?" Shelly leaned back, stretch the unfolded leg, and wiggled the foot. Wanda smiled. Shelly nodded, and then asked, "When?" Shelly flipped though a calendar and dragged her finger over the page. "How about day after tomorrow? Martin will give you a physical tomorrow afternoon." - Mona flipped the page of the magazine. A tall glass filled with vodka and orange juice sat on the patio table, a large unfolded umbrella on a wooden pole with dark green fabric stuck out of the center of the table. Her foot bounced anxiously on the front edge of a chair she had dragged close. She flipped another page, unable to concentrate while Rick met with Wanda. She sipped at the drink and unbuttoned her top an extra button. Only one remained fastened. She looked up and saw the straw blonde from the bar move along the edge of the pool wearing a small black thong swimsuit bottom and a midriff baring white t-shirt. She watched for longer than a casual glance would have lasted. The forearm crutches, painted dark yellow, swung gracefully with each step of the single barefoot. Mona's attention remained on the smooth shape of the hip without a thigh. Now Nicole stood nearby. "You should get one," she said in a dramatic voice. "Nicole, remember." There was no way Mona could have forgotten. In her mind, she had lusted over the woman as she rode Rick's erection until he begged her to stop. She had wanted more. He usually was ready. Her eyes acted like an x-ray machine. The snug thong didn't hide much - the lack of hair, the traces of what was under it, and surely not the wonderfully rounded hip. Nicole's giggle brought her back to the present. She stroked Mona's ankle lightly. "Mind if I sit here?" Mona lowered her foot and watched Nicole sit with her hips scooted forward slightly stretching the small piece of black fabric even tighter, the barefoot out to the side the way a man might have sat. Silently, Mona gasped. "Yes," she said. "If I were to have one, I'd like it to be just like yours." "Thanks. I consider it 'one' of my better parts." She giggled. "Listen, I wanted to apologize. I know we made it seem like this is more a fashion statement, like tattoos or piercing. Probably for them, but for me, this was deadly serious." "Deadly?" Mona leaned forward; her interest peaked. She held the hand with the missing finger up and wiggled the fingers. "I did this with a meat cleaver years ago. I thought it would temper my urge." She paused. "It didn't help." She paused again. "I was found waiting for the six-ten ... the evening freight train ... he pulled me off the tracks just before it came." "Who?" "My Dad." She paused for effect. "He knew how I felt and was searching for me." "How did he know?" "My Mom was, ... well, a cancer survivor from her teen years. I loved how she looked in a swimsuit; her hip was like mine ... well not as neat ... or pretty. The doctor must have been a part-time butcher." She groaned. "Eventually the cancer returned and she passed away when I was twenty. He and I talked after the funeral. That's how we learned about each other's ... ah, interests. He had been attracted to her 'cause she was missing the leg." She made a nervous laugh. Mona reached out and patted her thigh. "Thanks for sharing that with me. I'm sorry I was so rude ... at the bar." "There're like that. I'm not. At times, I even find them slightly over the top." "Did you mother know ... about you?" "Hardly. No one did until I opened up to Dad. We were crying an all ... it just came out. Damn-n, it felt good ... cathartic." - "Mom!" Morgan yelled as Katlin closed the front door. She crutched behind him towards the kitchen. "Back in the bedroom, changing the sheets," she said loudly. 'They need changing after last night', she said to herself, reliving some of the better moments in her mind. She was laughing as they walked into the room and saw her moving around the bed in her wheelchair tucking in the last corner of the sheet. "Let me help," he said. "What so funny?" "Nothing, honey." She patted the bed. "All done." "How much longer till you go back to work?" Katlin asked. Selma was a PhD computer scientist and her research depended on grants. A major project grant was slow receiving a new round of funding. Selma wondered if it was because of her race or her lack of legs. "He promised just another week. We're not hurting and I rather like a little time off. How's the Inn?" Selma was one of the investors. "Still mostly real tourists, but we are getting a lot of people to see Wanda and Dad," Morgan said. "Let's sit in the living room. Does anyone want some ice tea?" Selma pushed against the rims of her wheelchair and the others followed. - The card key slipped from the lock with a loud click and Rick pushed the door open. Mona sat on the couch, watching CNN and sipping a small bottle of white wine from the room mini bar. One foot casually rested under her and the front section of the morning newspaper was scattered across her lap. "How'd it go?" she asked, pushing the paper onto the low table in front of the couch. He plopped down and twisted towards her. "Well...." He sighed deeply. "In two days." "That's great. Isn't it? You seem disappointed." She rubbed his neck and cuddled next to him. "All my life I've dreamed of this. It ... it just feels strange to know that it is about to happen." He pecked at her lips a few times. "No, I'm not disappointed at all." They sat quietly for a while. He stared absently at the TV. "What have you been doing?" he finally asked. "I went out by the pool and read some. Nicole was out there ... itsy bitsy thong bottom leaving little to the imagination." "The snooty blonde?" "Yeah. You know, after we talked for a while, my opinion of her has changed. She seems like a really nice person." "Oh? I bet it was her super short stump that caught your attention." He laughed and walked towards the bathroom. He stopped halfway there and turned back towards her. "Was it nice?" "At the hip. Yours will be nicer ... and it will have something cool dangling, well not always dangling, beside it ... something that will feel so-o good inside my pussy. Don't you think?" "What a stump junkie I married." He continued the short distance to the bathroom and turned on the water to wash his hands. He didn't hear what she actually said next. - Ian walked past the den door. The buzzing sounds caught his attention. Nicole's head tilted back and soft moans drifted around her mouth. The office chair was swiveled slightly away from the desk. Her single lower leg rested over the corner. Crutches sloppily lay on the floor. He noticed her hand moving under her skirt and the moans growing louder. He quietly watched, his hand rubbing lightly over his pants. "Oh Dad-d ... cock...." She drawled aloud. Her hand moved more noticeably, still not aware he was close by. Visions of her naked beside him in the dark middle of the night, flashed through his mind. His finger fumbled with the snap on the waistband. The zipper moved quietly lower. She twisted the knob. The buzzing sounds now louder. "Fuck-k me again. ... Roll me over and...." His hand slipped past the elastic of his Jockeys. He'd been firm just hearing the vibrator and he was beyond that now. "I love your cock in my cunt from behind." She twisted the knob and the sounds grew even louder. The additional noises embolden him and he pushed his clothing lower. No reason to hide, after all, they slept together every night. Peeking aroused him. It was thrilling - fun. "Oh-h, ah, ah-h," she began, the words garbled, muffled. Her toes curled and the other hand slipped beneath the skirt. He imagined it was playing with her legless hip. He squeezed his shaft tightly and stroked a little faster. "Suck me daddy-y." With another twist of the knob, there was more noise. He knew it was all the way up. "Eat my pussy ... like last night. Drink my wetness." He was close. She was too. She no longer seemed to be letting the vibrator just slip slightly inside. The hand moved longer distances. He had often watched her use it on herself and he knew it was thick and long, with ribbed bumps. It was going deep inside. He loved to watch her. "Fuck-k ... play ... with my ... stump-p." Her words labored, hardly recognizable. "You ... love me this ... way-y." Her eyes tightly closed, the toes curled more, the ankle bent with the foot straining forward. "Leg ... not there ... great." She pulled the skirt up to her waist and looked down. "Ah-h," she said, almost a scream. Her hand covered her mouth. She licked at the ring finger stump. "Love it." It was too late as the stream of cum slammed against the door, almost like a fist knocking. A few more followed as he milked his cock. He groaned as her sounds quieted and the vibrator fell atop her panties on the floor. Minutes later, her foot dropped next to it and she turned the office chair. "It excited me to know you were doing that," she whispered. I saw your reflection in the monitor. She picked the vibrator up and licked. "Thanks for loving I have one leg." - Rick and Mona sat in the hotel restaurant. Outside, the afternoon light beginning to fade as the noise from the bar filtered though the mostly empty room. Shelly sat in a bright red sporty wheelchair, her arm stump dangling out of the sleeve of the light blue blouse, and as before, the other arm tucked inside the blouse. Tracey's crutches lay beside her. "How was your interview?" Rick asked eating the first bite of hamburger, the plate just put before him. "Great. Tracey and I spent time working out what to say. You know they have things they look for to keep you from getting the surgery." "I've heard the rumor," he said, holding the burger half way to his mouth. "Not sure it's true." "Yeah?" Tracey questioned. "It was better when Robert was doing this. He was pretty much ... got the money, got the desire, let's get you into the operating room and on with your life." Shelly nodded and glanced at Tracey who was cutting the roast beef for her. She roughly jabbed the fork in a piece and held it in front of Shelly's lips. "I do things for her just like I will one day when her other arm is gone." "Do you live together?" Mona asked, sounding almost jealous. - Nicole took long, yet graceful, hops towards Ian. Her breasts flopped under the blouse, unbuttoned halfway down. He watched her as his pants and Jockeys fell along his thighs. She grinned, the white teeth surrounded by natural colored lips - lips begging for kisses. She rested a hand over his shoulder and wrestled the hem of her skirt up then ground the newly uncovered part teasingly against him. Their lips played and toyed together for a while. "Well old man." She looked more closely into his eyes. "Are you ready for some young tender pussy?" "Why? Do you know where I could find some?" She jerked on his lingering erection. "Ass." She laughed and squeezed his balls tightly. "Beg and I'll let go." She dragged her tongue over his lips, but did not kiss them. "I won't let you watch me fuck myself next time." He spun her around and pushed her against the doorframe. He forcefully pulled at her stomach and made her hips jut out in his direction. "Now, that's an 'ass'." He laughed and reached under her, a finger slipping into her pussy. "Still wet in there." His cock pressed firmly, his hips rocking back and forth, the cock head teasing the entrance. He pulled again. Her hips shot back even more. The head entered. He slapped a buttock. The whack roared though the room. She shoved her hips quickly back, making it disappear inside her. "You started this. Now fuck me, Daddy." - Tracey leaned forward on both elbows staring at Shelly. A hand played with the cup handle pushing it casually back and forth a few inches. "You'll look so much nicer," Tracey cooed. "Were you both amputees when you met?" Mona asked, her hand resting over Rick's hand. Tracey continued to lean on her elbows. "We both wanted to be ... that's for sure. There was an Internet group that we both happened have joined a few days apart. I searched though the membership list and noticed she lived not very far away." "Yeah. I took the train up to visit a few weeks later. We both knew we were lesbians ... women who wanted to be amputees. That all made meeting and getting to know each other easy." Tracey glanced away for a moment, deep in thought. She again looked at Shelly, smiled for a second. "We fell for each other quickly." "Shit ... she slept with me that first night." She laughed then pulled the bite of salad into her mouth from the fork Tracey held. - "Vi-o-let," the woman told Chet. She had just appeared and now walked beside him along the market aisle. Her burgundy colored forearm crutches contrasted nicely with the black micro-mini skirt that barely hid the nicely rounded hips, especially the left one with no thigh. He looked up at her as he pushed against the rims of his wheelchair. She looked forward for a moment, two more strides, and then at him. "You don't remember me, do you?" "Of course, at Max's saloon. How could I forget?" "I did do it. Did you dream of me that night? I bet you did." Her chest swelled slightly driving her nipples against the fabric. "God, this is great being able to walk like this." She stopped. He gripped the rims, stopped the chair. In a whisper, almost just under her breath, she said, "Fuckin' leg." She pressed against the handles of the crutches taking the weight off her foot, wiggled the ankle, and moved the foot with the black pump. "The gal I was with that night hasn't spoken to me since I did it." "Do you care?" "Hell no." She giggled. "You're shopping basket is still empty. Can I buy you a cup of coffee? There's a place next door and the day is so perfect. We could sit outside." "Okay," he said and followed her shapely hips swaying beneath the black fabric. "Still married," he said, not taking his eyes off her hips. The automatic doors opened and she looked over her shoulder. "I think we're just talking." She chuckled and looked forward again. Chet pushed a chair away and parked his wheelchair. She loudly dropped her crutches beside her chair and left the single foot out to one side leaving a small narrow patch of white visible beneath the skirt. "Two black coffees," he told the server before letting his eyes drift along the inside of her thigh. "You'll go blind if you look there," she teased letting her knee waver slightly. She laughed. "You 'are' a dirty old man." "I just like to look." He shrugged his shoulders and sat up a little straighter. "Well, had I known I'd be the luckiest lady in the world and bump into you today, I'd left these 'plain' ole panties in the drawer." She smiled and sipped from the cup just put on the table. "I'd wanted to be like this before I saw you that night. The fires got stoked for some reason." She sipped again, held the cup, and looked at his face. She smiled. "Your wife is a lucky woman." "Actually...." He stopped without finishing, now thinking more about Violet than Patty. "I heard a rumor that you and your daughter had a thing." "Alex." He paused. "Not for long ... during her senior year in college." He giggled and looked again along the long bare thigh. "Shame on you, you're looking again." She clucked her tongue. "I swear; you really do want to see that." "It makes me think about Alex ... and Holly." "Do you miss having young pussy?" He thought he saw her wiggle her hips suggestively. He shook his head and thought for a moment knowing how much he did. He licked his lower lip and shifted in the wheelchair. "Does that mean you and she still...?" He nodded without answering. "Would you want me?" Her hand dragged lightly over the hem of the skirt exposing the white French cut panties. "Beautiful stump. Mine are at the hip too. I just love that look." He took the first sip of his coffee the let the cup linger just in front of his lip, the vapors drifting past his nose. "Patty has both legs like mine ... she's my wife." "I suppose you two met because of this." She waved a hand past his wheelchair. "Uh-huh." His head nodded a few times. "Alex and Holly are each missing an arm." Her lips rubbed together then the tip of her tongue exposed it self slightly. "Someday, I'll settle down. Just need to find the right body to be next to." "So, in the mean time, you're trying to recruit me." He smiled and nodded his head. "I'm not a slut and put out for just anyone ... but you're special 'cause of the way you energized me that night." She fell silent, stroked her legless hips under skirt for a minute, while watching him. "Do you know Nicole?" She licked her lip once. "Her leg is like mine. We talked one day ... talked about all kinds of things. She's got a thing with her old man like you and Alex ... only he doesn't want to be missing anything." She paused waiting for a reply. None came. "Yeah?" "Yeah. Same with Marcus and Debbie." "She's the waitress at the Traveler's Inn. Right?" "Yup," she said, her head nodding. "Never knew my old man. I sometimes wonder if I'd have ... you know." She sipped at her coffee and watched his face. "My mother...." "What?" "A few times." She sipped, this time nervously. "After my leg...." She sipped again, still watching him. "She tossed my ass out the door." "Really?" "Fucking weird ... huh? Fuck around with her own daughter, but thinks me wanting to be like this is somehow sick." She put the cup down and waved her hands along her hips. - Wanda sat on the couch, her wheelchair parked near. She wore only an unbuttoned blouse. A bowl of popcorn nestled between her short leg stumps and she stuffed a few pieces in her mouth. The left stump bounced casually a few times as she rubbed the bowl tightly against her shaved pussy. Before picking up another piece, she twisted and pulled at a nipple and mumbled something even she didn't understand. "Slide this in the player," she told Grant, then handed him a DVD package. He looked at the title. "Kimmie Does Her Sister," he read aloud. He stopped and looked back at her, then let a chuckle slip out of his mouth. "I didn't know you...." He finished walking to the TV. The disk disappeared into the player and the movie started as he walked back. "I love the 'new you'." "The new me?" "You are a different person since you had your legs off. It's wonderful." "I was always like this, I just couldn't let it out as long as my legs were there." As he took a handful of popcorn, the title finished scrolling across the screen and the movie began with two women with heads buried between the other's thighs. Muffled moans filled the room as hips bounced around. "Would like something like that?" he quizzed as he nibbled on the popcorn. "Too bad they have those fuckin' legs in the way." He brushed his hand together over the floor knocking the salt away and then wrapped one over her stump closest to him. "Glad you don't." He fondled and laughed. Her hand pushed along bare skin under the waistband and found his erection. She pumped her hand a few times then left her fingers curled around the warm shaft. The women on the screen were drilling their fingers deep and one seemed to be in the middle of an intense orgasm. "You make my pussy feel like that." She watched a few minutes in silence, still holding his shaft. "Would you like to watch me with another legless woman?" Her hand pumped a few times and she scooped more popcorn into her mouth with the other hand. All in the Family Ch. 07 - Nicole sat atop Ian. He tightly held the younger woman's breasts and nibbled at the back of her neck, all the while listing to the excited sounds. He groaned with excitement every few passes of her pussy along his shaft. "Yeah, Dad," Nicole would encourage from time to time. "Your ... cock ... my, ah, ... cunt." She struggled to breathe, to get the words out. Her hands rested on his legs as she leaned forward for a brief respite, her hips still moving up and down. "Ah-h," she groaned to match one from him. Now they were in harmony, their muted groans coming together. "Make Daddy cum, you little tart. I want to cum together." "Fuck my slit," She begged, slapped her hips down harder. "Fuck your baby girl." She could feel his streams slamming deep inside her. "Cum Daddy-y," she encouraged. - Older with graying hair brushed straight back, Mark sat at the bar at Buffalo Pete's. The glass of scotch in front of him was about as full as when Tia had put it there ten minutes ago. Her hook caught his fancy. It had every time he'd been there. It was one of the reasons he went rather than going to a nicer place. He sometimes wondered how it would feel holding parts of him. He knew she had a wedding ring on and wasn't interested in him. He just watched. She had a wonderful ass and he often fantasized about fucking her pussy from the back so he could lean against the fine, firm, rounded hips. He sipped again letting the glass linger in his hand after the brown liquid washed over his lips. Someone at the far end of the bar moved and he thought he saw Susan. He stared letting his hope build. They crashed quickly as he saw a woman he didn't recognize leaning very close to her. Their lips almost touched as they talked. "The noise," he tried to reassure himself searching for a reason other than they might be lovers. His next sip was larger. He gasped as a mild burn raced chased the sip. He could feel himself responding to the sight of them together. He sipped again. Tia leaned way over the bar. He could see down her top to her navel and she grinned knowing he was looking. She sat a second glass of scotch beside the half empty one. "On the house." Her hook rested lightly over the back of his hand, the metal tip giving a light scratch. She glanced into his face. "You never leave with anyone," she quizzed. The hook continued to tease the back of his hand as she glanced at Susan and the other woman. He looked at them too, then sipped a little of the drink. "You know her," she asked. "Yeah. I kind of work with her." "And you dig that she's ... missing her leg?" "Yeah-h ... a lot." he slurred slightly, feeling the minimal start of the liquors effect. He looked into her blue eyes and then into her cleavage. "Great chest," he groaned softly. The two halves of the hook parted then gripped his index finger. "Thanks. They're taken ... otherwise, you could play with them." She giggled. "You could have any woman in here, you know. I've watched you lately...." "Why?" "I don't know. Maybe you excite me." The hook shook his finger then let go. "I've seen you watch some of the women missing a leg. I know that's what you prefer ... not a missing arm. Maybe I should do my leg." She giggled. He grinned quietly then sipped his drink. She looked around and no one seemed to need another drink. She pointed at her nametag. "I'm Tia, like an idiot couldn't see that." He laughed then introduced himself. "You're a good dude, Mark. I know a few single women ... the kind you'd go crazy with." She chuckled. "I'll see what I can do." She paused and watched him. "Something that won't fuck up your job." "That'd be good. I do have to work with her." He tilted his head towards Susan. "Do you have a card ... a phone number?" He pushed a business card through some condensation on the bar. "Can I have another look?" He smiled and leaned forward. "Mark, ole buddy." She chuckled and leaned forward again, her arms pressing against her chest increasing the view. "They might get used your eyes on them." She chuckled again. "Would that be so bad?" She shook her head. His voice grew quiet. She pushed the card between the halves of the hook and waved it a few times. "I'll find you a stump that wants to be loved." She walked towards a voice demanding another drink. Mark watched her ass sway with each step. He'd at least have something to think about while his hand was busy in his own pants. He finished the first glass and sipped from the second. Half an hour later, Susan and her lady friend were no long at the bar. He walked out into the warm evening - alone. - Marcus was tall, stocky like an athlete, and wore the same suit he had worn to work as he sat beside Debbie on the couch at Ian and Nicole's house. They're first meeting only half an hour old. He had one ankle resting over his knee and an arm casually behind Debbie's neck. Her long stump peeked from the skirt and her crutches lay on the floor beside the couch. They each sipped from the refilled drinks. "Great leg," Marcus said, staring at Nicole's long bare leg stretched out in front of her. "Love ladies with one leg." "Why thank you," she pleasantly said, wiggling her foot slightly and watching her toes flex. "Loved her Mom," Ian started. "But...." He laughed nervously for a moment. "Yeah ... tell me. Her Mom wasn't missing a leg and didn't know about my, ah, interest. She ran off with her boss. Debbie had just started college and lived at home. Talk about luck." He laughed and patted Debbie's thigh. "She'd been gone a while when I discovered the pictures on his laptop," Debbie said. "Amputee women, mostly with one leg ... and younger ... nothing illegal mind you." "Her Mom would have cut my nuts off if she knew." Debbie continued. "We'd slept together a few times since she'd left." She pecked at his cheek a few times. Nicole nodded and Ian chuckled. "So one night, after some particularly great sex, I asked him if he'd like me with one leg." "Had you ever wanted to be that way?" Ian asked. "No, not really. I'd looked at Dad's picture collection. I'd even found the websites he'd been looking at. I thought about it some afterwards. Guess I began to think it wouldn't be so bad ... prosthetics were supposed to be fantastic and all...." "She waited about six months," Marcus said. "How's it?" Nicole asked. "Sex with Dad, or having one leg?" Debbie teased. - The hospital gown did not cover either the prior arm stump, nor the new bandaged one. Tracey snaked up the hem and peaked at the Shelly's bandaged thigh ending just above the knee. She sighed and flipped the hem back in place. "Frigin' bandages," Shelly moaned and moved the older arm stump a little. "It won't be long." Tracey scooped a little strawberry Jell-o and held the spoon to Shelly's lips. "Thanks for making it so I 'have' to take care of you." She held her arm stumps out to the sides, waved them in small circles, then lowered them. "Guess I could get a hook." "What, and take care of yourself." Tracey groaned. "Babe, that's what I'm here for." She stroked her partner's thigh. "There's nothing I mind doing for you." "Even wiping my ass?" "Anything." - "Mmm," Selma hummed in her office at work, her hand roaming under her skirt over the hip where her right leg recently had ended in a short mound of a stump, but now was completely gone. No bandage covered the long scar where Martin had removed the stitches the night before. "Damn nice," she whispered, writing some notes on a page of a report. "How are you feeling?" a female co-worker asked from the door opening. "Great." She twisted her wheelchair around so it faced the door. "The stitches are out. It's still tender. Not the first time, so I know it won't be much longer." The woman shrugged her shoulder missing the entire arm. "You're hubby does a fine job." She paused for a long moment. "I can't believe how many people around town are missing something. I don't go to the mall without seeing more than a few these days." A tall man with well tanned skin, crutched up behind the woman, and put a hand on the armless shoulder. "Yeah, great isn't it? Soon, the whole town will be missing something." "Do you really think so? Selma asked. "I almost hope not. I kind of enjoy being 'different'." All in the Family Ch. 08 Chapter 8 College days -- Part 2 ++++++++++++++++++ Please read the introduction to Chapter 1 if you haven't already done so. It would be a good idea to read this series in order as there as references to prior chapters throughout. I am writing this story as close as I can from the material shared by this amazing couple. They trusted me with their story, and I hope I have done them justice. With their consent, I have taken liberties with the sexual content and in creating much of their dialogue in the interest of telling a more erotic story, but the basic settings and occurrences are accurate. I have also chosen to tell it in my friend's voice instead of as a narrator. Jack ++++++++++++++++++ By the time I looked at the clock we only had about 45 minutes to get cleaned up and ready to go meet our cousins. I grabbed Dania by the hand and dragged her into the bathroom. I turned on the cold water and pushed her in. The scream would have awakened the dead. She was cursing like a truck driver! "Damn you -- how could you do that to me after the beautiful things I gave to you? You're ungrateful!" I turned the nozzle and warmed up the shower and stepped in with her. She smiled as she turned around and ordered me to do her back. "My pleasure, madam!" as I soaped up my hands and started on her back. I started thinking about our first shower and what one thing or another led to. I was getting very hard and it was difficult for her not to notice. She reached back and placed her fingers around my dick and stroked me gently. " Nice," she said, "and mine to play with! I just love the feel this thing! Now finish this shower and let's go." I swatted her butt with a slap that was louder than it should have been. "If you are going to try something new," she said "don't you think we should have the time to really enjoy it?" She had this big grin on her face. "Taskmaster!" was all I could get out before we began laughing too hard to speak. We headed over to our cousins Bill and Dilen for dinner that night. Dania had put the small butt-plug back in her ass and was having a little trouble walking. "This will take some getting used to," she complained -- "but I am determined". I knew better than to argue with her when she got something in her head. Bill and Dilen opened the door together and welcomed us in. They were beautiful -- I should say she was stunning. She stood about five foot three and shaped in all the right places. She smiled at me knowingly as I checked her out in the first second and a half. Dania was transfixed as if she had seen a ghost but elbowed me as if to say "down boy". Bill was about my height and build and every bit as fit as I was. Both were blond and had a familial resemblance. "Come on in cousins!" she said in a southern accent, " the parties about to start." Dania and I looked at each other wondering what she meant by that. They had set a nice table complete with flowers and had a bottle of white chilling and a red open and airing. "How about a cocktail?" Bill offered and we both chose red wine as a starter. "Would you do the honors honey?" Honey -- I thought -- he's calling his sister honey. They each poured a white for themselves and we settled in the living room for a get-to-know-you chat. It turns out they were real twins born in August. That made them almost the same aged as we were. We laughed about the coincidence. We talked about their hometown and their parents trying to make a connection with our branch of the family. Turned out that their great-grandfather was our great-grand uncle. We pledged to build a family tree some day to connect all the dots and the intrigue that follows family lore. Apparently their dad had made a fortune in international trade and had retired at 50. They said their parents were enjoying their private life again now that they were at college. Something about a very large boat in the Caribbean for four months every winter. Bill suggested that maybe we could hook up with them in St Barts during spring break. "Oh that would be wonderful!" Dania chimed in. I quickly agreed -- why not take a little advantage of family. "How did you arrange to get this place?" Dania asked Dilen . "We convinced the parents last year that we could live better and we wouldn't be disturbed by the other student's carrying on. We want to get a good education and we will have to work to get it. We both want careers and that means grad school for both of us." she offered. "How about you guys?" "Much the same thing but we focused on the food and health as well as the education." Dania answered. "And we like to cook!" I chimed in. "How about next time at our place?" "Sounds great!" and we changed subjects. I excused myself to go to the bathroom and looked around a little on the trip. Their place was basically the same as ours only mirrored. I made some mental notes to tell Dania later. The night was wonderful. We drank much too much wine and were all feeling pretty good -- especially after eating the steaks that Bill cooked perfectly on the patio grill. We sat around drinking and laughing as if we had known each other forever. We clearly all bonded that night. During the evening Dania ended up on my lap and Dilen on Bills. There was this look between the girls as it happened -- like mental telepathy or woman's intuition. As for me, I was connecting the lap dance with the use of honey. We finally decided to call it a night, Bill gave Dania a big hug and kiss goodnight. I reciprocated with Dilen. I was a little surprised that she pushed a full body press on me during the hug that lingered a little long. I could feel everything from her tits to her thighs and it wasn't exactly bad. As Dania and I settled in for the night, we started to talk about the evening. "So what do you think about our cousins?" she asked. "I think there is something else going on with the twins." I said. "The second bedroom doesn't have any beds in it, just two desks. And the main bedroom has a king size bed in it. He called her honey once and self corrected. I wonder if their parents know?" "Like us you think?" "No doubt about it -- unless one of them sleeps on the floor or someplace else." "Oh, I know they are together for a fact. That's the couple from the solarium. Let's talk tomorrow -- I'm wasted." she whispered as she curled up next to me and wrapped around me like a blanket. "This is my favorite place and time," she said and went out like a light. The next morning over breakfast Dania told me she and Dilen had agreed to meet down at the pool and exercise room in the complex for some sun and relaxation to clear away all the wine we had consumed. We cleaned up the kitchen, vowed to be back early to study, decided it would be a good idea to wear some clothes and headed down to the pool. Dania had her coverup on so I assumed she was wearing something revealing. "Are you going to show off that fabulous body of yours?" I asked. "Hey, this body is just for you and why shouldn't I let someone else be jealous of what you have. I am really beginning to think I am a wanton exhibitionist." "Small problem," I said as I squeezed her butt' "they don't know I have you. As for your body -- who wouldn't want to look -- it's fabulous. Come to think of it, if we surmised their relationship I suppose they might know ours." "Oh don't you think it was obvious to them?" "What does that mean exactly?" I answered with our sibling conversational short hand. "Did you see the look I got from Dilen when we each sat on your laps. It was a statement that clearly said I am this man's lover and proud of it and I get you are the same with him! I felt guilty that it was so obvious. Then when Bill gave me this good bye bear hug and Dilen gave you a full body press, I knew they knew. It was like they were sharing that we have a bond that is familial and physical -- its right out of that projecting your inner thoughts thing I have been studying in Psych. When I said goodnight to her -- she whispered into my ear "Our secrets are safe -- right?" I told her absolutely and she kissed me goodbye. As far as I was concerned -- we had bonded at a place very few couples do. She told me she and Bill were together and she thought that we were and I confirmed it back. We shared our secret. So, someone else knows now -- for us and them as well. You OK with that?" "I guess we can trust them with it. We know theirs and they know ours. It actually makes the bonding that much more powerful. It also gives us some playmates with whom we can be us -- in public. And because of what you saw yesterday, maybe we have new really great playmates!" "God, I love you when you're so like that -- clear and to the point. You make it sound like it is part of some overall plan." "You mean it isn't?" We both were laughing as we entered the pool area. Bill and Dilen were already there. Bill was in a lounge chair in his bathing suit and Dilen was walking in from the dressing area in a cover-up much the same as Dania's. I sat down next to Bill and Dania and Dilen took off their robes. It stopped Bill and me in the middle of a breath. They were both wearing the same suit -- or lack thereof. They had on "wicked-weasels", those three small triangles of semi-transparent cloth connected by very thin string. There was nothing left to the imagination. We both got hardons almost immediately Bill leaned over. "Are we lucky or what. They are incredibly beautiful don't you think?" All I could get out was something like absolutely stunning and we both laughed loudly. "What's so funny?" the girls said as they came up to us. "See something to laugh about?" "Dan and I were just remarking how lucky we were to have such incredible women just for us! You guys blind us!" There it was -- out in the open -- just like that. We all had just accepted the fact that the twins, Bill and Dilen were lovers, so were Dania and I, the girls were latent exhibitionists and we were all having the time of our lives. "Oh you say the most wonderful things!" Dilen moaned and bent down to give Bill this passionate kiss. What had been covered, her nipples and her pussy, where no longer covered as she and Bill held the kiss. The suit had gapped giving Dania and I a floorshow. Her nipples were now standing straight out and a totally shaved pussy -- except for the V. And I confirmed that there were no tan lines anywhere. Nude sun bathing -- cool. "Nice, Huh?" Dania whispered to me. She leaned over as well giving Bill a full show and plunged her tongue into my mouth along with her lips covering mine. I kissed her back with all the passion I could muster. We had been liberated. We were being lovers in front of someone else that we knew and I just wanted them to know how much I loved this woman. She reached down and grabbed my hard cock and started to massage it though my suit. I guess she was really into the moment. I looked over to Bill and Dilen. They were still locked in their kiss and she had her hand down the front of his bathing suit. She was stroking him as well. I could hear her humming through their kiss, and Bill was moaning as she worked his cock hard. Dania whispered into my ear "I want to watch!" I looked at her and she was lit up like a tree. Her eyes were a giveaway to her obvious state of arousal. "Sit on my lap so I can play with you a little." I suggested, and she did. We were watching them and I was playing with Dania, tweaking her nipples and massaging her tits. She was staring at Bill and Dilen and breathing hard. I could here her moaning quietly. She started to rock her hips back and forth, working my dick into the crack in her butt. It was a great lap dance. I reached down and moved the fabric away from her pussy and stroked her walls and her clit. She ground me harder, and then, to my immense surprise, she reached back and moved my hard dick from under my suit and straight into her hot and very wet pussy. As we watched, Dilen squatted down in between Bill's legs. She was tugging his suit down and he lifted up to help it over his butt. As soon as she got it off his legs she grabbed his cocked and sucked it all the way in. He was indeed almost as large as mine, and maybe a little longer but she wasn't having any problem deep throating it. He was groaning now. "Oh go for it Dil, go for it. It .... It .... I going to cum." She looked up at him and grinned around his dick. Then he tensed up and unloaded in her mouth. We watched in amazement as her throat took the onslaught and swallowed it all. He sat back down on the lounge and she cleaned him up with her tongue as he came back to earth. She turned to face us and saw Dania impaled on my dick and rocking back and forth moaning softly staring at Bills dick. "So much for modesty!" Dilen said as she grinned at us. We all started to laugh so hard it hurt. "I have been wanting to do that in front of someone we know for years. I hope we didn't shock you." she said. "Us too!" squealed Dania. And then from out of nowhere she came. A couple of minutes passed as Dilen watched Dania come down from her orgasm. "Beautiful to watch isn't it?" she asked Bill. "I think so! Wonder if we look that good?" "How long for you two?" I asked. "We have been together since we were eighteen. Bill was my first lover." Dilen responded. "We cooled it for a while so we could explore with other people. It seemed when we shared our respective escapades that they never measured up to what we had together. So we finally decided it was bigger then both of us and gave in to it to the exclusion of everyone else. We haven't ever looked back. How about you two?" "We got a late start, much to my chagrin. We agonize over the time we wasted. " answered Dania still blushing. "We discovered each other only this past summer. We've been trying to make up for lost time." "Honey, if what you have is any where near as intense as what we have, and it appears that it is considering what you're sitting on and what you just did, you will never catch up. We have years on you!" Dilen said with a grin on her face, "Besides, it just gets better and better." The remainder of the afternoon flew by. We discussed our relationships as we sat there completely naked in the sun. Strange our nudity was not even a consideration. It was as if it was supposed to be that way with them. It was so damn liberating for me to tell someone about us and share how we felt and then listen to another couple saying the same thing with the same passion. We were obviously going to be very close with these people, how close we would become I would never have predicted then. To be continued... All in the Family Ch. 08 The few clouds helped keep the morning cooler. Even though the forecast was for rain later in the day, the outdoor cafe had most of the tables taken. A basket of pastries and two cups of coffee sat between Tia and Mattie. Dressed casually, they slouched slightly in the metal chairs pulled mostly to one side of the table and facing each other. They had known each other for several months and often met for coffee. "Early forties I think," Tia said, shrugging her shoulders. Mattie's only foot gently rubbed the lower part of Tia's left leg as it moved slowly up and down. Her shoe lay on the ground. The toes were of similar length and the nails painted a pale red. "I've talked to him a few times at the bar and he seems nice enough. A little shy I think ... but he definitely is attracted to women like 'you'." Tia's finger pointed towards Mattie's missing left leg. Her left arm flexed at the elbow, the forearm stump bare, and the hook she often wore was at home in the bedroom. "He's somehow connected with the program at the hospital." She was referring to Martin's team performing elective amputations. "Do you think he wants to be like this?" Her hands brushed across her mid-thigh length black soft cotton skirt and over the stump. The foot continued to stroke Tia's leg as it swung. "I think that's something I need in a partner." "Babe," Tia moaned softly, looking at the woman - late thirties, nice looking, little makeup, curly brown hair to her shoulders, average shape, medium sized breasts hanging free under the white blouse, some cleavage exposed, a nice leg - the barefoot still rubbing against her leg. "That's getting me...." She was finding the touches along her leg unusually exciting. "Oh, sorry. Guess I was digging it too." She laughed. Her hand now rested where the fabric of the skirt fell past the end of the stump. Her fingers casually played. "I hear they're doing quite a few amputations." "Yeah." Tia nodded a few times. "The crowd at the bar seems to have more people missing something every week." She giggled then appeared to thinking about something unpleasant. Mattie noticed and wrinkled her forehead as if asking what was going on. "Brian...." Tia shook her head a few times. "Lately, he's pissing me off." Brian was her live-in guy. "Oh?" "I think he's losing interest." "God, why? I know I wouldn't." She smiled and covered her lips with several fingers. "Sorry. Guess that slipped out." She giggled. "I didn't know you...." "Guys, gals, ... just an orgasm junkie." Mattie giggled again. Her gaze drifted for a moment, looking at people passing on the sidewalk. "Can I do anything?" "Nah. I'm going to read him the riot act ... probably toss his ass out the door." She looked at her friend and groaned. "So you can 'do' Mark?" She chuckled, and then added, "I bet you meet lots of hot guys at the bar." "Don't think so darlin'. Yeah, there're plenty of 'guys'." She made the word sound like something dreadful. She sighed then sipped the last of her coffee. "I need to sort out some feelings." She patted the napkin across her lips. "The end of a relationship is a good time to do that ... reassess what is important, and all." "Guess you been down this road." "Let me know if I can help. If you need a place to stay, ah, to hide, I have an extra bedroom. Some guys go a little crazy at times like this." - Bonnie had established a special e-mail account for people to respond to the new ad sprinkled around the Internet regarding the program for people with a need, or even a strong desire, to have an elective amputation. She and Susan had worked on the ad copy after the last status meeting. They also had made bets about the volume of initial responses. "Overwhelming," she said, standing in Susan's office doorway. Her dark blue short sleeve blouse graced her upper body. The empty right sleeve extended a few inches past the end of her stump and moved as she animatedly waved her arms. She continued into the office and sat in the chair near the desk where Susan was pointing. "Were either of us remotely close?" "Hardly." She laughed and looked at the way Susan's skirt draped over the end of her stump. "Are you still happy with it?" "What a silly question." She smiled for a moment. "Tell me." "So, I checked my e-mail first thing - hundred twenty three. By the time I finished reading ten of them, it was up to hundred forty six." Susan opened her notebook and flipped though several pages. "I guessed fifty and you guessed forty-five. Not even close." "It's going to take me a week to read though all of them. I have a canned reply thanking them for contacting us. I'm sending that along with Wanda's questionnaire as an attachment." Wanda was the legless psychologist that interviewed people before meeting Martin and then having surgery. He had established the program several months before after Robert had stopped performing a similar function in a less formal manner for a few years. "Are they serious?" "Yup. Just as serious as we were." "Oh my, guess Martin is going to be a busy surgeon." "Maybe we won't get many more." They both laughed. - Peggy lowered herself to the cement deck around the lap pool behind the house and undressed. With clothes now piled neatly beside the towel spread not far from the edge of the grass, she used her hands to lift herself slightly so she could swing her legless hips forward. Several swings later, she stopped by the edge for a moment, cupped a hand under a breast and played with the nipple, then dove headfirst into the water. With only the long powerful strokes of her arms, she swam twenty laps without stopping. Curt sat on the top step and watched the last lap. His wheelchair parked beside hers. She stopped and sat on the lower step. "Good for you," he said. "Yeah, got to keep my girlish figure so you'll...." Her hand roamed over the front of his swim trunks. "Hmmm." Her fingers wrapped over the fabric and the erection underneath. "What 'have' you been thinking about?" "About what a nice day it is," he teased, and then laughed. She pulled the waistband down in front and pecked her lips over the swollen head. He pushed his elbows against the pool edge letting his legless hips float out from the step. She pulled against the waistband until they slipped off. "I don't know why you bother to wear these out here." She tossed them in a high arc and they landed with a loud wet splash on the concrete. His naked hips continued to float and she supported them on one hand as she let the shaft begin to disappear between her lips. The warm flesh pleasured her mouth and her tongue teased it. He watched a few passes of her lips. "Ah, I just came out for a moment." She pulled her mouth away and shot him an evil look. "Shush. I'll be quick." Her head bobbed five quick times and he filled her mouth. "There ... goddamn it." She slapped the erection with the flat of her hand then wiped at her mouth with the top of her wrist. She glared at him then dove into the water. - Tia sat on the couch and nervously licked and nibbled the end of her forearm stump. One leg crossed over the other. A foot swung slowly. The flip-flop quietly slapped her heal each time. As she shifted her hips, the upper part of her thigh exposed itself under the long dark blue t-shirt she often wore as a nightshirt. She had just taken a shower and had to leave for work soon. Brian had been home from work for a short time. "What?" he said, shock sounding in his voice. He stood quickly and paced around the living room with his hands shoved deep in the pockets of the tattered blue jeans, one pants leg slightly ripped exposing the knee. "I don't understand." He stopped in front of her and scowled. "I need something that you're not giving me." She sighed deeply, driving the bare breasts against the fabric. "Like what?" he shouted, then slammed his fist into the wall leaving a small hole. "FUCK!" he screamed. He resumed his pacing. "You need to leave," she calmly told him. "Where will I go? I've lived here since...." He paced for a few moments considering her words then stopped and stared intently. His arms angrily crossed his chest. The toe of one dusty black work boot tapped loudly on the carpet. "Listen...." She uncrossed her legs then stood. She walked away from him then turned back quickly. The knuckles of her fist pressed tightly against her waist. "I'm going to stay at...." She cut herself short realizing she should not tell him where she was going to be. "It doesn't matter, but you have two days to clear out." "Bitch." He slammed the wall harder and a second hole appeared. "Asshole. Do that again or steal any of my shit and I'll call the cops. Believe you me, I know a few of them that will make you vanish from the face of the Earth." She calmed herself for a moment. "Drop your door key in the mail slot when your things are out." "Bitch!" This time the anger and rage made the word roar from his mouth. The glass in the front door rattled as it slammed behind him. The next sound Tia heard was the screeching of tires on the driveway and down the street for nearly a block. She walked to the window, pulled the curtain back just enough to make sure he was gone. He was, but she watched for a while. He didn't return. She paced around a few times, sucking her stump like some comfort object. The earpiece of the phone handset rested against her ear as she leaned against the wall of the kitchen balanced on one foot, the other pinned behind her hip. The long tangled coiled cord hung in a lazy arc before continuing up to the old black wall phone. "He's gone. I think forever ... I hope." She listened for a moment as she pushed some errant pieces of hair out of her face with her stump. "Thanks." - The back door closed behind Curt. Patty straightened the towel, even though it didn't need it, before she lay on her stomach with her head turned to one side and resting on folded hands. She glanced at the pile of clothes still in the same place and felt the warm sun against her bare skin. She tried to relax and enjoy the gentle breeze. She closed her eyes, wiggled her hips without thighs, and adjusted herself a few times. She loved the sensations of not having legs and wiggled her hips again. The feeling washed over her and soon she drifted into a deep fantasy. She was not sure how long it had been, but she heard the gate to the backyard click shut. Probably the pool cleaning service she thought. It was that day of the week. "Excuse me," the scratchy, deep, yet feminine, voice said. "I'm from the pool cleaning service." "Go ahead," Patty said without looking. "If I'm in the way, just let me know." The irritation with Chet's waning interest in her, or sex with her, began to return. She'd seen him with Alexandra a few times recently, even some with her lover, Holly. 'Young snatch ... Twats,' she thought angrily to herself. "You're just fine," the voice said. The woman looked for a while and thought just how fine the legless woman on the towel looked. A few minutes later, she dragged the net on the long pole along the bottom of the pool to scoop a few lone leaves. "You should see some of the pools ... this one is spotless." She didn't intend the comment for the other woman, just idle chatter to herself. Patty sat then looked at the woman wearing a white polo shirt, khaki shorts, white socks, and white boat shoes. A few years older, Patty guessed, and continued to look. The woman had dark straight blond hair almost to her shoulders and a trace of a gut pressing against the shirt, not much, but just enough to be visible. A stocky woman with nice breasts, Patty concluded. "Thanks. You guys do a great job." She looked again and leaned lightly to one side on one hand, a hip comfortably off the towel. "You're new." "The regular guy quit. No one seems to last long there." She shook the net a few times over a bucket until a few leaves and some other debris fell out then put the it on the concrete. She knelt by the edge and dipped a small set of tubes under the water. "Bet the chemistry is spot on." It was just nervous talk to distract her from the naked woman so close - one missing both legs too. She squeezed some small bottles and colored drops fell into the water samples. The tubes hovered in front of her eyes. "Yup." The woman sat down, her knees out to the side and ankles crossed slightly, and put the test kit back together. "Mind if I ask?" Patty knew exactly what the question was about and thoughts filled her mind with the usual two possible answers - the truth and the reasonable fiction. "Not at all. Ask away." She smiled and tried to appear willing to answer questions, any questions. She shifted slightly, but remained in about the same position as before, except now the free hand rested casually over one of the legless hips. Fingers casually played along one of the pale scars. The woman had given a slight gasp when Patty's hand moved to the hip. Patty knew which story to tell. "Nice day to lay around in the buff. Ya got a great place to do it in," the woman said. She glanced towards the wooded area with tall trees on three sides of the yard then back at Patty. An attempt to ease into the conversation, Patty assumed. The woman balled her hand in a fist over her mouth and cleared her throat. "By the way, I'm Alice." "And I'm Patty. Nice to meet you." Neither offered a hand and continued to simply watch each other. "Maybe I could break the ice by just...." She giggled. "By just offering that I wanted to be this way. If I guessed wrong about what you're thinking, I apologize." "Nope." Her head shook a few times more after the single word. "That's wonderful." "So, is it something you've thought about for yourself?" "Fifty, my last birthday. I've always been single ... but I've lived with a few women." Alice cleared her throat again. "I just relate better to them." She became quiet for a long moment. "I'm no great shakes in the looks department." There was a slight frown. "Honey, you are lovely. Don't sell yourself short." "That's sweet of you. We all get older, add a little weight that won't come off easily." She groaned then slapped the inside of a thigh. There was a slight motion of the flesh. "I've tried to talk to women I've been with ... they always leave when they find what I want. The last one too." "Leg? Arm?" "It used to not matter so much ... back when I was a kid. The last ten years I've known it needs to be my left leg ... most of it ... not all. I've noticed a few amputees around since I moved here last month ... never seen so many before." "It's the water." Patty laughed and sat upright facing Alice. She adjusted her breasts then clasped her hands over her stomach, her back straight. "Give me several gallons then." Alice joined in the laughter. - Tia returned from her job at Buffalo Pete's at two-thirty in the morning and tiptoed barefoot through Mattie's apartment towards the quest bedroom. Her shoes dangled from two fingertips. Light from the big lights around the parking lot filled the place and she easily made her way into the room. "Hey sweetie," Mattie said, sleep still clouding her voice, before Tia closed the room door. Her hand stroked Tia's back lightly. "How was work?" "Okay. Only one fight." She giggled. "Cops busted the guy." She tossed the shoes into the corner and dropped her purse along the wall. Mattie continued to stroke her back then rubbed the nape of her neck with several fingertips. "I give a good massage." "Now, that sounds perfect. Let me ditch my hook." She took a step then turned back and waved the hook in the air. "Arrg," she said, trying to sound like a pirate. She laughed. "Rapin' and pillagin' ye matey." "Let me help. I've never been around one." Mattie held the hook still at the end of Tia's arm and pecked the lobe of one ear. Tia offered no resistance and she kissed it again before pulling it between her lips. A hand tugged at the blouse near the waistband of the skirt. Then she kissed on the cheek to test the boundaries. Her hand rested on the warm skin of the stomach. Tia twisted around, her hook now touching the side of Mattie's face. Her lips hovered near the ones begging. Her body grew warmer feeling the soft breath wash over her face. It happened and she didn't know who moved first. Tongues slid in and out of mouths, gentle moans, chests touching, rubbing, staying close, all saying it was okay. Mattie paused, pulled back slightly, and looked deeply into Tia's face. "You don't have to...." Their lips again played. Parts ground tight. Her hand gripped Tia's hip, squeezed, and rubbed. They waltzed around a few times, kissing, not dancing. Crutches fell one at a time along the way. This time, Tia pulled back, gasped. "Yeah-h I do," she softly drawled. Lips reconnected and she guided her onto the bed. - Patty rolled her wheelchair into the sports bar. Several pairs of women watched. She thought they probably wanted her. It was that kind of place - men for men, women for women, some even for people of opposite genders. Everyone was looking for someone. There were times in bed with other women that she wondered how much of her preferred the soft touch of a woman. She glanced around and did not find Alice. She pushed a chair out of the way and parked at a table by a large screen TV not yet turned on. The female server was young, lean, trim, and had more bare skin than covered. A small diamond stud graced one side of her nose. Both breasts almost fell out of the blouse as she bent over. A small red rose tattoo appeared in the cleavage. "Hi darlin'," she said seductively, holding a pen to a notepad. Patty watched the fake firm breasts for a while then looked again up at her face. "Whiskey on the rocks and a rum coke." "They're available for enjoyment," the woman kidded. "My old lady walked last week." She lingered, looking at Patty more in lust than general interest, and then walked back to the bar. The tight fitting short skirt did little to hide the firm rounded hips swishing with each step. Patty scanned the meager crowd. Four or five pairs of men watched ball games and cheering occasionally. She found it interesting that there were small clusters of women watching games just as intently as men were. Several groups of two men or two women were in deep passion, or nearly so. She watched one pair of women, who appeared to be her age and were wearing matching black sleeveless blouses. One woman was missing most of the left arm, the other missing all of the right. Their lips dabbed together and fingers strolled along stumps between bits of chatter. "Gets my heart pounding," Alice said, seeing what Patty was looking at. "Thanks for getting my first drink." She wore a knee-length denim skirt, a white t-shirt not tucked in the waistband, and sandals. It looked like there probably was no bra and the breasts sagged some. Her hair was still damp as though she had just taken a shower. The glasses clinked and they each sipped their drinks. Patty's tongue cleared the light coating of whiskey from her lips. Her fingers rested over Alice's hand for a while. "You're most welcome." She let her mind wander for before adding, "It's kind of nice to have someone close to my age to talk to ... 'bout this." "It feels a little ... 'wicked'." Alice chuckled then sipped her drink. "I've always dreamed of having a friend, even just a causal friend, to discuss this with." She glanced around then back towards Patty. Their eyes enjoyed each other for a while. She stroked the back of Patty's hand a few times then left it resting on top of it. "Yeah," she whispered. "Feels nice to hold hands ... glad you don't mind." "Why would I?" "I don't know. You're married. You like men." Patty shook her head a few times while squeezing her hand then held it. "I think about it." She paused and let her eyes drift over Alice's face. "Last night ... I thought about you with one leg." She watched the woman's smile grow. "I thought about a part of you your stump was next to." She paused a moment, before whispering, "How you tasted." She found her heart beating a little faster and a damping in her panties. Still whispering, but sultrier, "I thought about your nipples between my lips and...." All in the Family Ch. 08 Silence surround them for a moment, with both pair of eyes locked in near lust, then Patty gasped. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't ... encourage these thoughts." - Mattie's hands continued to knead Tia's tight muscles in her lower back. She glanced at the hook lying on the floor next to one of her crutches. Her nightshirt lay wadded not far from them. Her foot pulled up to the end of her stump, moved slowly over the soft fleshy end. Sleep had completely left her and now she enjoyed giving the massage. "Yeah-h," Tia moaned in approval. Mattie's hand drifted over a shapely rounded buttock and along the upper thigh. "Hmmm, yeah-h," Tia moaned again. Her feet spread slightly. Fingers slipped between the thighs, brushed over the mound, felt between the lips. "Yeah-h," Tia encouraged, and wiggled her hips, then spread her feet even more. Mattie's lips kissed over the same hip, into the crack, then where her fingers played. "Don't stop," Tia begged, thrusting her hips up higher. - "There's no pressure," Alice whispered softly. Their fingers intertwined near almost empty drink glasses. "We can be friends. If something happens, then we can deal with it." "Good. I used to do group things with several women. My first ex would be with their husbands. It's been a while ... just a family thing." "Family?" "Yeah." Patty told Alice about her family all having amputations and sleeping arrangements being 'fluid'. She laughed as she thought about sleeping with different ones. "It's been a while since I ... since I've been with a women my age. I married Chet. He wanted to be like me ... without legs." She struggled for a moment. "His adult daughter and her female lover are both missing an arm. They live with us." She glanced at the two women at the bar that were missing arms. They were still enjoying each other. "Well, sometimes they 'sleep' with us too." There was a small, nervous laugh. "She slept with him before we met." Alice's expression offered approval. So did the gentle squeeze of the hand. "My older sister ... well, after college, we, ah, shared a bed ... and each other. It didn't last more than a few years, but it was a special time for me ... I guess for her too." She sipped the rest of the drink and held the glass in the air to signal she was ready for another. When the server looked, Alice pointed at Patty and mouthed 'Her too'. "Did she understand about your leg 'thing'?" "That was what was so queer about this all." She drank more quickly from the new glass. "She was missing a leg ... all of the right one ... cancer slightly more than a year before." She drank again seeming to be more excited. "I guess I was the first to kiss her stump. She thought that was great. In fact, she started to 'enjoy' having just one leg." She paused. "Carol had been with a woman at the time, but was gone by the time she got home from the hospital. There were a few quick relationships ... two men, one woman. None lasted." "What happened?" "I was so-o jealous of her. There was no way I could bring myself to tell her about my 'need'. On a business trip, she met some guy. He lived a million miles away. They married a month later and I rarely got to see her anymore." "Fuck-k," Patty drawled, holding her glass near her lips while she watched Alice. - Maggie's fingers entered the wet opening from behind. Tia raised her hips quickly forcing them deeper. "Ah-h, yeah-h, ... yeah-h baby." She pressed her face into the pillow to muffle the screams and wiggled her hips. Her knees, now parted more, supported her. "Tia..." "Shut up. Don't break the spell." She wiggled her hips again. "Come on. Hurry." The fingers probed. Tia felt it coming on quickly. He'd never taken her to this place this quickly. Maggie lay on her back, her head up slightly, and suckled the rounded swollen mound. Her fingers filled the opening, pounding, rubbing inside. She licked the clit from its hiding place. Sucked, nibbled, squeezed the bud between her lips. "Baby-y," Tia roared lowering her pussy more firmly against her new lover's mouth, grinding, driving herself well beyond where she often stopped with him. Hands now slid beneath her and cupped her breasts, toyed with nipples, then back along her stomach. "Oh, oh-h," she gasped. "There! There!" she instructed. - "Was she the only amputee, ah, that you've been with?" Patty asked Alice. The third glass had just been to her lips and now moved there again. The brown liquid washed comfortably over them, across her tongue, and down her throat. The glass hovered inches from the kissable lips that almost begged. "Darling, you're building quite the fire inside me ... hope you know." "Okay." A sip, then her tongue slowly cleaned the dampness from her lips. A second pass, unnecessary, but made anyway. She watched Alice's lips and wondered what they felt like. She imagined how they would feel compared to other lips she had kissed. She assured herself Alice's would be better. She didn't know why this woman had this affect on her. "And you want a short stump?" Patty finally asked, almost out of the blue. "Oh, my ... yes ... three, maybe four inches long. Her stump was ... well, she technically didn't have a stump. I just find it nicely erotic to think about playing with a soft fleshy short stump of my own." The sigh was deep. A second smaller one followed. "I dream about her stump every night. I loved the way it looked and felt." She sipped again. "She loved the attention I paid to it." She sipped. "She walked so gracefully on her crutches ... even on just one crutch." She chugged the rest of the drink. "Tell me how." - Tia lay on her back, her forearm stump stroked Mattie's face. "Lay with me. Let me get some strength back ... then I'll take you there." "You don't have to. I don't know what came over me." "Sweetheart, I want to. I want to taste you ... drive my tongue deep inside." Tia continued talking and describing in lusty details, all the things to come. The talk excited her. Mattie ground her crotch against the outer edge of Tia's pelvis. Her short thigh stump moved back and forth across her lover's trimmed hair. Tia let her arm stump rest on her forehead while the other hand played with the end of Mattie's stump - squeezing, massaging. "Mattie, tell me how much you'd like it if my leg was like yours." - The sun hovered just above the horizon and the evening was starting to cool off as Alice walked beside as Patty pushed against the rims propelling the wheelchair forward through the parking lot of the sports bar. "And that's all?" Alice asked, referring what it would take to have her leg amputated. Patty nodded. They stopped and lingered close. Silence and tension filled the space between them. Patty dragged a hand along her upper thigh letting it pause slightly under the skirt. Alice leaned down and let their lips be together for a while. When the kiss stopped, their breath washed hard over the other's face, still close. Each made few panting breaths. The kiss began again. Hands touched here and there. "Someone's getting lucky," a woman said loudly with approval to another, passing several cars away. Patty rolled across the smooth black asphalt towards her car. "Follow me," Alice called from her car parked not far away, as she unlocked her door. - Brian didn't have much and it all fit with room to spare into the back of his pickup in desperate need of new paint. He spent the night several hundred miles south. The dinner was cheap like the motel room. The Lori had made eyes at him several times while she served his food and then knocked on his door when she got off work at ten. She rode him as a cowboy rides a bull - with one hand high and waving for balance. He knocked off a few orgasms. She did too. "My-y god," she told him as she sashayed towards the bathroom. "Save that cock. I'll be right back." She glanced over her shoulder at the erection then closed the bathroom door. There were words drowned out by the flushing toilet but sounded something like, 'I won't fall off' and 'I don't need rodeo clowns'. She climbed abort and continued as though she'd never stopped. "I don't need to be back to work till three tomorrow afternoon ... hope that's okay." He shrugged and held her by the waist. "Frisky...." "Damn ... don't it ever go away?" she quizzed. His hands mauling her breasts when he wasn't busy watching them flail around. "Do ya like it any other way?" He shook his head and she drawled, "Good-d-d." She whacked at his hip. "Don't find many guys that like the woman on top." She paused for a moment. "Forever." - "Must have been fate finding an apartment on the ground floor without any steps," Alice said, twisting the key in the lock. "I must have known I'd meet someone in a chair." She giggled, and then held the door. Patty rolled though the wide opening. "Hope the other doors are that wide." "They are. Must be a new building code." She sat on the couch and dropped the keys on the low table. "Do you want to talk?" "Nope, we've talked enough." Patty rolled past the couch. Alice stood and followed. "You're heading the right direction then." Patty pressed her hands against the arms of her wheelchair and swung her legless hips forward onto the bed, then began undressing. Alice helped. "The other day by the pool, I couldn't believe how comfortable you seemed naked and all, in front of a stranger." "Aren't you glad?" Patty fell backwards; her hands locked behind her head. She wiggled her hips then pulled at Alice's arm. "Come here and kiss me, you fool." Alice joined her as requested, their lips pressed comfortably together with tongues touching. Patty played with her breasts, rolling them around under her palm. Alice let a hand fondle one stump then the other. "Are they like your sister's?" "Yeah, just twice as many." They giggled. She helped Patty lay on top and enjoyed the feel of no weight past the pelvis. She also enjoyed the light rubbing of mounds together as they kissed. Patty pushed lightly against one hand and looked into Alice's eyes. "It's as good as my dream." She rolled off and they lay on their sides, nibbling lips and tongues. Hands played with breasts and nipples hardened before working their way along stomachs. Fingers felt and probed the wet depths. "Oh god-d," Alice playfully moaned grinding her pussy against the palm of her lover. "So-o good." Patty's lips kissed a trail along the same route her hand had taken. She inhaled deeply letting the fragrance fill her soul before sampling the sweet wetness her fingers were still playing in. An engorged clit begged for attention even before her tongue finished scooping the first wad of nectar. "I might not let you go home tonight," Alice teased then thrust her mound hard against Patty's mouth. "He won't mind. He's got plenty of young snatch there." "All that's here is old snatch." She laughed. "It's just what I want though." Patty squeezed the top of the thigh and kneaded it under her palm. "Before long this will be just a stump." "Such music to my ears." "And I will nuzzle and play with it as much as you let me." - "Bet your ex-old lady was hot," the Lori told Brian as she continued to ride his erection. She pinched his nipple and slapped his face. "You like it rough?" She slapped his hip. "You like that ... don't you?" She smacked the hip again - harder and louder this time. The whack echoed though the room. He grabbed her and tossed her against the mattress then climbed between her thighs. With a single thrust, he was all the way in. "Oh darlin', I like a man to take control. Her legs shot straight up in the air; the thighs squeezed his waist. "Fuck baby girl." He grunted a few times. "Fuck her all the time," she squealed again. He pounded her hard and they groaned together with each thrust. "Was she this-s good-d?" "Yeah, but she didn't have both hands. She had a hook." "Oh-h my-y god-d." She grunted a few times as his balls slapped her ass. She caught her breath. "A hook. You're getting me so-o hot-t." She gasped a few times and he continued. "Did she play with your cock ... with that cold metal hook?" "Uh-huh, and touched her clit with it too." "Ah-h," she gasped. "How about a peg leg?" "Nah. There was a woman missing an arm 'and' a leg ... she wore one." He grunted then thrust. "It was ... ah, different." "Ah fuck-k, ... I'm...." She grabbed her chest. Her heart throbbed like never before. "A peg leg...." She continued to clutch her chest and he pounded between her legs. "What-t?" "That's what I want." - "He'd have loved me more if I wasn't missing anything," Tia whispered in Mattie's ear between nibbles as they cuddled together. "He liked my legs and my ass." "Why the hand?" "I'd already done it before I met him." "Oh." "It seemed like such a trivial thing. You know, to be missing 'just' a hand. I knew I could get a hook ... thought they looked so cool." Tia reached down and played with Mattie's stump, wiggled it, fondled it, played with the soft fleshy end for a long moment. Mattie made small comfortable sounds as she fondled, then explained, "I always knew I was supposed to have a leg stump. Strange, I never thought of myself as having one leg ... more as if I had a stump. Does that make sense?" "If we were together...." Tia nibbled again on the earlobe. Her forearm stump touched her lover's lips then brushed the tip of her nose. "If we ... then I could have my leg...." Mattie nodded a few times and grinned. "Have many others enjoyed that you are missing the leg?" "No. The other day I mentioned I wanted a partner without a leg." "No takers?" She shook her head in silence then pecked their lips together. Their tongues played for a while as their nipples rubbed together. Tia let her arm stump brush Mattie's lips a few times. "Crutches and one arm don't go well together." "Erin wears a peg leg." She laughed. Erin had worked at Robert's office when he was doing elective amputations until Martin moved to town. "Do you really want to be missing a leg? Don't just because of me." "Darlin'...." Her voice trailed off for a moment. "Mattie, I've always wanted it. Brian was in the way. He'd have freaked out. I think he loved my leg more than he did me. Besides, I've enjoyed our get-togethers for coffee and our chats. "And now...." She looked deeply into her eyes. "Now, tonight, this is something I'd never experienced, other than in my fantasies." "There is no rush. Let the newness wear off. In a few lifetimes, you'll probably be tired of me." Mattie laughed and kissed Tia deeply. - The bright morning light filled the motel room as Lori drifted towards consciousness. Brian was not in bed. She heard the shower running. Still undressed, she walked in that direction. "Let me share it with you." She was about to turn the knob when she heard the car door in front of the room close. "Shit!", she screamed as she ran towards the room door. As she passed her purse, she grabbed the gun. She carried it because she once had a 'bad' date where having it would have saved her from a nasty beating. "Not getting away ... not yet," she said aloud, knowing she had not learned about how to lose her leg. Brian had been her first indication it would be possible. In a reflexive move, she jacketed a 9mm round, and then opened the room door. The adrenaline pumped and she didn't feel the hot pavement on her bare feet. The engine was not running yet. She ripped at the pickup truck door handle and jerked the door open. He stared at the black hole at the end of the barrel. He knew exactly what it was and he knew how easy it was to pull the trigger. A few in another country had been in the same position facing his gun - one no longer lived. "What?" "Not so fast, bastard." She reached across him and jerked the keys out of the ignition then heaved them towards the building. They bounced against the wall and crashed to the sidewalk. A female voice yelled from behind her asking if she needed help. "Just talking to my husband," she yelled back. He no longer saw the hole and almost heaved a sigh of relief, until he felt the pressure against his crotch. "It'd make a mess," she said softly. "Inside." She tilted her head a few times towards the room. "I think some are starting to wonder why a naked lady is standing out here." His hands rose over his head. "Put 'em down." She intently demanded. Behind her, she quietly pushed the room door closed with one foot. "What?" he asked again. "Where were you going?" "Far away." "Fucker. How far?" "Far enough that I'd no longer hear someone talking about wanting to be missing a leg ... or arm." "Where's that ... the South Pole?" she quizzed, the gun pointing in his direction. "I can't let you go until you tell me where your old lady went to get rid of the hand ... where the one with the peg leg went." She waved the gun menacingly. "You're going to tell me or...." Brian fished in the left pocket of his faded jeans. A business card appeared. "Here." His hand reached out towards her. "Found this on her dresser as I was cleaning out my stuff." She took the card and looked. He continued. "I think she's fucking him ... anyway, he's involved in some program at the hospital to do what you want." "Mark," she read aloud, looking more at the card than at him. "She claimed he was looking for a woman who wanted to be missing a leg." He swallowed. His Adams apple bobbed a few times. "For a lover ... partner, whatever." "Why couldn't he find one if he's in the middle of this?" She waved the card in the air. "Got me, I wondered that too. Call him." He stared at the naked woman with breasts jutting nicely from her chest and a shaved mound between firm thighs. Even with the gun, she was just as lovely standing in front of him, as she had been sitting atop him in bed. "Listen, you need someone like him. No one needs to know about the gun." "Uh-huh." She walked towards her purse. The room door closed behind him. Tires squealed. - Patty listened to Chet starting the shower as she glanced at the clock. "Nineteen minutes," she groaned. She slipped the vibrator from the nightstand. "Ah-h," she soon moaned. Her mind filled with thoughts of Alice and they way they had both enjoyed each other's tastes. For Chet, it had become perfunctory. She needed a lover that relished all aspects. Soon she drifted into another world. - "Mark," he said into the office phone. "You don't know me, but Tia promised me you'd want to." Her voice was seductive and after just the few words, he was hooked, ready for her to reel him in. "Tia? How can I help?" "Meet me tonight. You tell me when and where. I'll be there." "Do you have a name? How old are you?" "You ask a lot of questions. She made it sound as if you'd want me. Maybe you don't." She paused. "Okay, my name is Lori and I'm in my thirties." "How will I know you?" "One more question and I hang up. Do you want to meet me or not?" She wouldn't have. "Uh-huh," he groaned into the phone. "Do you know where the Rendezvous is? It's on Johnson Street. I'll be at the bar about eight." "I'll find it." - Dressed and sitting in his wheelchair beside the bed, Chet watched Patty laying on her back with her eyes closed, unaware of his presence. The buzzing of the vibrator deep inside her filled the room. "Oh-h," she moaned softly, the fourth orgasm began since the shower started. "Ah-h," she moaned again, her legless hips quivering slightly. "Better this way," she whispered not realizing he was near. "Don't need him. He doesn't need me." Eyes still closed, she turned towards the wall and pulled the sheet over her naked body. He rolled towards the door. - Mark sat at the small quiet bar. There were only two others - one man, one woman, not together. He'd been there since a quarter till eight and was on his second drink - whiskey on the rocks. Another small sip passed his lips as he glanced towards the door. He looked at his watch. His hand rubbed across his pants as he thought about her voice. It had more than stirred him. All in the Family Ch. 08 The barman looked his way and dried a glass. Mark waved him off and shook his head, "No yet," he mouthed. His eyes again looked at the door. A woman wearing a near transparent light brown blouse and short dark brown skirt, bare legs, dark brown high heal shoes, walked in. She was prettier that should be allowed, long curly brown hair, the face of an angel, great legs - and she looked like she knew she was lovely. She walked towards the bar - and him. "Mark?" She held her perfect hand with perfect nails towards him and looked directly at his face. He nodded, then replied, "Lori ... I 'do' hope." He grinned. "What'll you have?" His gaze turned from her to the barman. "Same," she said pleasantly, then sat her purse - heavy with the gun - on the bar and her hips on the stool. She demurely crossed the long stems knowingly letting the short skirt slip higher along her bare thigh. She looked at him watching her leg. "Punctual," she said. "I like that." She glanced at the purse hoping she wouldn't need the content. Too many crazy men she thought, remembering one a year back in particular that had made her feel the need to carry it. "I wasn't going to miss the person with 'that' voice." He chuckled. "Am I as good as you expected?" "Uh-huh." He nodded like a bobblehead doll, hoping he wasn't drooling. A hand casually wiped the corner of his mouth just in case. Her slender fingers gripped the glass and lifted it to her kissable lips. She sipped. Her eyes fluttered, perhaps unknowingly - probably not. "You know Tia?" "Kind of." She sipped again. "I understand you know how I can lose something." She glanced casually down at her left leg as she let the foot rise slightly. "Maybe." She leaned close and whispered in whiskey-laden breath, "I'm looking for a good man too ... someone who'd like me missing something." She sat back up, smiled, then sipped a little more of her drink. "I think you'd enjoy the interview." A little chuckle told him just how much he'd enjoy it. He gulped the rest of his drink. Rolling the empty glass in his hand, he looked back at her. "Lose something?" She nodded. "Maybe you have a preference ... for what 'your' woman would not have. I'm open ... though I have my own idea." "Really? She nodded again then finished her drink. Her hand covered his and stroked up to the wrist. "My glass is empty." He started to look back at the barman. "We could continue at your place. That is, if you live alone. I do hope you do." "Yes. Yes," he repeated knowing he had probably struck the mother lode. He sucked the rest of his drink down and then a piece of ice. - Patty's hair was still damp and she was undressed. She parked the wheelchair by Chet's desk. They traded glances. His hands remained over the keyboard and the text of a new book in a window on the monitor. "What?" he asked. His voice was grumpy. He turned his wheelchair slightly. "We should talk." She paused, but he didn't speak. "Are you losing interest in me?" She paused again and he knew she wouldn't say more until he answered. They had already had this conversation. "The book deadline...." "You've had deadlines before and still we would go for hours. I need more than nineteen minutes." "Twenty-five?" He was trying to make a joke and it fell flat. "Fuck you," she roared. It wasn't often she sounded so upset. She raced across the room towards the door. "Fuck you," she groaned as she rolled down the hallway. "I don't need this shit. I've got my own money." The doors to the backyard slammed. He followed, mumbling under his breath. From the doors that just slammed, he watched her swimming her daily laps. Her legless hips leaving a small wake behind them as her arms forcefully pulled her along. A minute later, he rolled towards his office. - Lori sat atop Mark just as she had Brian at the motel. Her hips slapped against his thighs and her head fell backwards, her mouth open. "Oh, oh, ... baby-y," she began as the fifth orgasm started. He watched her breasts jiggle with each repetition along his erection while thinking how she was the woman of his dreams. He watched for a while as she gripped a breast and pulled. "Where have you been?" he whispered, not wanting to disrupt the show. "Waiting for a man just like you ... one that wants me missing...." She continued to ride his shaft and rested her hands against his shoulders with her gaze on his face. "What 'would' you like me to be missing?" "I'm kind of a leg man." "Do you mean a missing leg?" She laughed. "Left or right?" "Left ... but the right would be okay." "Or both?" He nodded. "There've been a few though the 'program' that have done that." "Darling ... would you like me that way?" "Maybe some day, but just one at first would be great." She kissed him deeply for a while. Her nipples dragged over his chest teasing him as if she was about to dip one between his lips. Her pussy massaged his cock as her hips moved. She sat back up. "Do you think you could take this much sex? I can go for days." She paused. "I need it all the time. I never can get enough." Her hips moved and she ground over him. "How much leg? Maybe I should get a peg leg." She felt his erection swell slightly "Oh, yeah-h. That 'would' be fun." - They had amputations done the same morning, the same leg. Lori's leg above the knee, Alice's close to the top of the thigh. Susan passed Mark near the recovery room. Her black pants suit had the left pants leg trimmed and sewn shut, the dark gray forearm crutches nicely accenting the suit. "Quite a woman you've found," she said, pausing close to him to have other overhear. "My thoughts exactly." "About time you found someone. I think the office pool was betting against you." She laughed. "There was a pool?" "We all knew you lusted over the women going though here. We just didn't know when you'd finally talk to one of them." "I was afraid...." "Shit Mark." She glared at him for a moment. "We 'all' wanted this." She held her hands out to the side. "Don't you think we might not mind you lusting?" "Nice to have that cleared up." He laughed and let his eyes wander over her. "I guess it's no secret that I always had you at the top of my list." She laughed and patted a hand on his chest. "I saw you stripping me more than once. I just play on the other team." She chuckled. "I'll tell my Heather about her competition." She chuckled again and crutched away. - Patty watched Alice wake another time - the third. This time she remained awake. "Doctor said you did fine," she said, patting her shoulder. "I feel like someone hit me with a sledge hammer." "It feels different for everyone. Would you like a shot for pain?" "Uh-huh. Did you?" "For the second leg, just one after I got back to my room. Don't worry. You won't get hooked." Peggy pushed the call button then continued to stroke Alice's shoulder. "You're doing great." The nurse that brought the syringe wore a prosthetic leg. The plain tubular shaft of the lower part of the leg was visible below the knee length white skirt. She walked comfortably with very little limp in her stride. "You might be tender for awhile. I'd rather have you get pain shots than hurt. You'll heal faster without pain." She gave the shot and started to walk away. "Rest now," she said over her shoulder, halfway across the room. The door closed. Alice pushed the button and the head of the bed rose. "I've got to see." She pulled at the gown until her bandaged stump appeared. "Wow." She looked quietly, a few fingers roaming over the bandage. "I can't thank you enough." "Maybe I can think of a way." Patty grinned. "You and Chet aren't going to work this all out, between you two, are you?" She shrugged her shoulders and wiped at a tear near her eye. "I'm not having much luck with guys." She wiped again, this time under both eyes. "Nick ... and now Chet." "Listen, I appreciate your loving friendship...." "Thanks. It's not your fault. It started before I met you." "Let me know how I can help." "Thanks." She squeezed her hand then held it. - Lori touched the still reddish scar at the end of the long stump under the simple white dress. The stitches had been out a few days and by now had figured how to do most things with one leg and using crutches. She balanced on the single foot wearing a plain black pump, crutches resting lightly under her armpit, and filled out the application. "Honey, you don't need to finish that," Kate offered. "The other lady said you were looking for someone and gave it to me." "Nah. You're hired." Kate wadded the form up. "Have you been up to see Martin?" "Uh-huh. I just had the stitches out the other day ... feels great." "You can start any day. What did you do before?" "Waitress, ah, server at a greasy spoon way south of here." "Have you ever done any retail?" "No ma'am." "I ain't a ma'am. Call me Kate, please." "Lori. I'm a fast learner. It looks a little slow. I could start now." "Well, unless you're desperate for the hours, lets go slow. The surgery takes a lot out of you. I know." Kate glanced down at the prosthetic leg extending below her skirt. - Peggy let herself into Alice's place. She had her own key. "Hey darling," she called as she rolled her wheelchair over the beige Berber carpeting. She heard Alice say something about being in the bedroom and she went down the hallway. She was standing in front of a tall dressing mirror in one corner of the room, undressed, and watching herself as she played with her breasts and teasing one or the other nipple. "What do you think?" she asked turning slightly on the single foot so she faced Peggy some, but not completely, just the short stump of her left leg. A hand cupped the underside of a breast making it jiggle some. Peggy moved close enough to touch the incision across the end of the stump where the stitches were a few days ago. "I haven't seen anything lovelier than you, honey." She pressed her cheek against the swollen flesh and moved it about in her hand. "Everyday, this will be less swollen. I am always amazed at how quickly it heals. Still holding it, she pecked at flesh between the thighs and felt her rest a hand on her head. "You'll make my knee go weak," she teased as she felt her toes begin to curl and her foot develop a small cramp in the arch. "You're welcome to continue, but let me sit on the bed." She giggled and reached for her crutches leaning against the wall. - Mark walked just behind Lori so he could watch her slightly exposed stump peeking beneath the stylishly mid-thigh length black skirt. The full blouse hid her lovely breasts. He imagined them bouncing freely beneath the silk fabric. Several men, and a few women, stared as they made their way to two empty bar stools at 'Buffalo Pete's' about nine in the evening after a fine dinner at 'La Mer' on the pier. "I see you got lucky," Tia said, resting her hook on the bar and looking at Lori. He made the introductions. "Oh, aren't you the naked woman in the parking lot?" She giggled. "I guess there aren't any secrets in the world," Lori said glibly. "I'm sure the asshole deserved it. You're lucky he didn't whip your ass with that gun. He did a job for some nasty people. I was going through my 'need a bad boy in my life' period and he filled the bill." "Two rum and cokes," he said, and wiggled her hook between two fingers. "Thanks for the help." "All I did was boot his ass out the door." Tia tapped her hook along the bar as she moved away. "So, that 'is' Tia," Lori whispered under her breath, watching her hips sway beneath the very short skirt. Tia placed a drink in front of each person then glanced at Lori. She tilted her head towards another bar person and said, "He can handle things for a while. Lets go over there and talk." She pointed a finger towards an empty table. Mark carried the drinks to the table. Lori sat next to Mark, they across from Tia. "You still carry the gun." "Mark hasn't given me cause." "Yeah? She slapped me around with it the other night." He chuckled. "It wasn't loaded. I remember you being ... ah, harder than usual. Maybe that was from the handcuffs holding your hands and feet to the bed." She laughed and squeezed his hand. - Patty continued to drag herself back home from Alice's apartment for another week. It was once again becoming Chet's home. She hated it. They slept together. They even had sex, though it was more like 'fucking'. She sucked his cock, swallowed his cum, played with his stumps, and even acted as if she enjoyed herself. In a strange, perverted way, she did. She let herself pretend he was someone else - a stranger, perhaps someone she'd met on an airplane or at a smoky bar. Anonymous sex with a stranger - she'd never done that before and it stirred something deep inside her. "Honey?" The disembodied voice came from past her legless hips. Oh yeah, he had been sucking her pussy ... oh, yeah. She thought about it. I should be feeling something. "Ah-h," she suddenly moaned aloud, as if reading a script. "That was quite delayed. I stopped five minutes ago. I even went to the bathroom and just got back." "Oh ... sorry." "Get your vibrator out. I'm going to Max's saloon ... or Buffalo Pete's ... don't know ... not sure I care." All in the Family Ch. 09 Chapter 9 College Days -- Part 3 ++++++++++++++++++ Please read the introduction to Chapter 1 if you haven't already done so. I am writing this story as close as I can from the material shared by this amazing couple. They trusted me with their story, and I hope I have done them justice. With their consent, I have taken liberties with the sexual content and in creating much of their dialogue in the interest of telling a more erotic story, but the basic settings and occurrences are accurate. I have also chosen to tell it in my friend's voice instead of as a narrator. Jack ++++++++++++++++++ One of the things we decided to do was to get out of town and visit Cape Cod for a weekend. We all thought it would be fun to explore. There were a couple of places we wanted to visit that some of the kids had been talking about. Places where we could really have some fun -- like this nude beach on the Outer Cape and this bar that was supposed to be very hot. Bill and Dilen said they had been there before and it was great. So, we agreed to go after mid-terms while it was still Indian Summer on the Cape. Besides, Dania had said she wanted to experiment with some more public exhibitionism, and I got the impression that neither Bill nor Dilen were a novice at it. We called it an afternoon and all headed back to study. The week went by without incident -- classes -- home - study - play - study - sleep ..... On Friday when we got home, Dania suggested we try this bar in Allston that she had heard about. I said sure but I had to finish this paper. We planned to go about 7. A little after 7:00 I looked up and saw Dania standing there watching me. "Someone is dressed to get lucky tonight," I said from my desk. Dania grinned at me. "I hope so." Her smile told the whole story. "In that outfit, you shouldn't have any problems," I commented before rising to go change. As I walked past her I couldn't help but appreciate what she looked like. Man was she gorgeous -- and all mine. She was wearing a short skirt and had on a white semi-translucent blouse open to the middle of her chest showing plenty of her cleavage. Her perfect breasts were barely contained within the stretched out material. She wasn't wearing a bra, so her nipples were clearly visible. Her hair was flowing down over shoulders, several strands of curls framing her face. We drove out to Allston and found the club on the first try. There was a parking lot next door and luckily there was a spot for the car. When we entered the place it was already in a full swing party. The dance floor vibrated as the speakers blasted loud music that boomed a steady bass beat. Women were in various states of dress most of them braless and the men they were with were taking full advantage with dirty dancing. Dania pulled me to the dance floor. Her body language spoke of desire as she rubbed and shimmied against my body. As we twisted and moved, she could tell her actions were arousing me. My cock was quickly getting hard as her ass pressed against me. She was really enjoying the music and my reaction to her dancing. How could I not -- what an incredible woman she was. She let me know she knew by accidentally brushing my dick through my pants as we danced. We danced for about six songs. There was no question in my mind that all the men and women were watching her as they did their own steps. She was beautiful and sensual and graceful in her delivery. The guys were drooling and the women were jealous. When the last song ended she whispered in my ear. "Are you really ready for some fun? I certainly am!" She grabbed my hand and led me through the throng of dancing bodies. I could sense the thoughts as we walked through them. Everyone was thinking -- what a lucky guy! She pulled me around the side of the building and down the service alley. My heart hammered in excitement and a little fear about what she had planned. Without saying a word, she pressed her body against mine, pushing me up against the brick wall of the club. Even through the solid rock, the vibrations of the music thrummed into us. She pulled her skirt up and left it bunched around her waist. I slipped my hand between her legs and cupped her pussy. She hadn't worn any panties either. She moaned "Oh yes!" I played with her clit as my other hand yanked her top open, freeing her beautiful tits. A gasp escaped her as I sucked her nipple into my mouth and started nibbling lightly. Her legs opened wider as my fingers continued to probe her slit and then slid deep inside her throbbing pussy. Faintly over the booming bass inside, I could hear the moans I was so used to hearing when she got excited. And boy was she getting there quickly. I figured it was a combination of the dancing and being in the public alley next to the parking lot where someone could see us. Exhibitionism was something that clearly got her excited. She gripped the waistband of my pants and yanked open the button. The zipper was next and my pants were hanging by my knees. I hadn't worn any underwear either. Her fingers wrapped around my swollen cock and she stroked it slowly, sliding her hand up and down. "Please... take me here and now, Dan!" she begged. "Please do me - please." I was totally blown away. We had made love outdoors but always at the privacy of the cabin. But this had a whole different dimension. I was as hot as she was and ready to go. This exhibitionism thing was going to be great. "Whatever you say." I said and squatted down, grabbed her under her thighs and lifted her off the ground. I swung around and pushed her against the wall to keep her in place and she moaned when the tip of my cock pushed against her wet entrance. "Oh yeah, do it Dan -- I want you soooo bad!" she groaned as I slammed my hips forward and drove my dick in to the hilt. "Oohhhh gggggggooodddddd yyyyeeeessss...Ugghhh." she moaned as I started slowly pushing in and pulling out in a rhythm that matched the beat of the music while I had the full weight of her body clinging to me. "More .... More ... mooooorrrrrrrrrrreeee!" she was getting close. I continued to slam into her, each thrust into her sending shockwaves of pleasure into her core. She held on for dear life as her body exploded. Her cries of ecstasy echoed through the alleyway as the orgasm crashed through her. The convulsing muscles in her pussy clenching tightly around my dick as I lost control and emptied a load into her. I set her feet back on the ground and kissed her. "Amazing -- how amazing you are." Was all she said. "Let's go home and do it again!" As we started to redress ourselves we heard some clapping. Standing at the end of the alley were four or five couples with large smiles giving us an ovation. We bowed, Dania's tits hanging out through her open blouse as she bent low, and waved back. As we approached them they all patted me on the back and I'm not sure where they patted Dania but I know it wasn't on the back. I told her I wasn't real happy about the last part as she led me back to the jeep. She agreed it was uncomfortable for her being groped as well. That night at the apartment after we had animalistic sex we spoke about the thrill of the exhibition at the club and how it made us both so crazy. We decided it was something we wanted to explore more. A couple of weeks later Dania and I decided to go to the mall Friday afternoon after class. She wanted to look in Victoria's Secret and pick out some underwear -- why I don't know because she rarely wore any these days, and maybe some massage oil and scented candles for us. While we were at Victoria's Secret, I was getting a hard on from the women fondling the lingerie and Dania noticed. "Where are you -- hey Dan. What are you thinking?" she asked me. "Oh nothing, just how hot you'd look in this." I said as I held up a light blue teddy with a lacey part to it. It kind of looked like a mini-dress more than a teddy. "Well I think we need to go into the dressing room and see." she answered with a big smile and a lustful twinkle. "Let's go try it on!" She took my hand and led me into a dressing room near the back. When we were sure no one was looking I stepped in after her and we closed the door. I immediately started kissing her -- I had gotten a little worked up. She started grinding her thigh into my dick. I adjusted and got my leg between hers. Without so much as a warning, I took off her shirt and starting rubbing her nipples. "Honey, you have the nicest tits." I whispered into her ear. I leaned down a little and put my lips over her left nipple and she started to moan softly. "Oh my does that feel good. You just make me crazy for you when you do that!" I sucked on her nipple, swirling my tongue around it. With my free hand I squeezed her other breast. "This has always been a fantasy of mine and I can't believe we were having sex in a dressing room." She moaned " Whatever you do don't stop!" I licked my way down to her waist and slowly pulled down her pants, pulling them off along with her panties. I blew on her clit and I could feel the heat coming from her pussy. I reached and started stroking her now very pink pussy lips inserting my finger just a little to keep her juices running. She was in pure ecstasy. "Ohhhh Dan...goddddd yesssss.....ohhhh right there...yessss....." she moaned again and again getting a little louder each time. I didn't take much notice, I was very, very busy making her jelly in the knees. All of a sudden, a cashier unlocked the door startling us. "Ok you two guys, cut it out, your making me crazy out here. Go home and finish her off," she said with a wink at me, "or I'm calling the cops for indecent exposure." We apologized to the cashier while I put my clothes back on. As we left the store, we were all three laughing. "One of my better days here," she said " and I am a lot jealous of you guys!" and she turned back to her folding. The minute we got out of Victoria's Secret, we burst out laughing again. "You think she was turned on? She said she was jealous. Maybe we could hook her up with a friend. She looks like she needs a little fun!" We were laughing so hard we almost passed the car in the lot. We talked about it all the way back to the apartment. "You think Bill and Dilen would want to try this too?" Dania asked. "They are already experts at it. Maybe we can get some lessons. We were raised so damn traditional. I am sure mom and dad would never have considered doing anything remotely like this." I turned to look at my beautiful sister, the woman of my dreams and my fantasies. " Dania, this is the kind of thing that makes me love you more and more every day. We are so compatible, even to the games we like to play -- with and for each other. I really love you baby!" "And I you." she answered as she snuggled up next to me in the jeep. How could it get better. "You know," she said after a while, "this new freedom can go to a lot of bad places if we let it, like jail. But I love you so much, and I want to make you the happiest person in the whole world both emotionally and sexually. Dilen and I have a class together, and I found out that they are really into exhibitionism. When I asked her about it she explained their rational. I thought about it a lot and it makes sense to me too. What we have is so good. You fill the gaps for me and take care of all of my needs spiritually, emotionally and physically. And I try very hard to do the same for you." "You're very successful at it, honey" I answered. She smiled at me and I was lost yet again. "But there is a dark side to our relationship. It's like the big lie - this big secret we carry where we cannot be what we are to each other in public without fear. We cannot show the world the beauty of what we have without the dread of someone finding us out. It drives me crazy some times." "Why hadn't you said something to me before?" I asked. She looked funny at me. "Don't you have the same feelings?" ""Yes, sometimes I wish it were different. But I have rationalized it. What we have is so good that I am willing to put up with a little down side to keep it. It's how I have been managing. Do you think that's shallow of me?" "No -- its is how you cope and no one has the right to judge that. I just may not be as good at it as you are, or maybe men and women are wired different about this kind of thing. What I have realized, though, is that in my exhibitionism I get a release from the darkness and I give my spirits a little lift. I 'm not sure I am explaining it right!" "I think I understand. I wonder if it really is as Dilen and Bill say -- it makes it more powerful somehow. We were pushing the passion button pretty hard after that little escapade at Victoria Secret and at the bar the other night. Do you think it is a direct result of the exhibitionism?" "Well there is only one way to find out." "I like your style." "Then let's call Bill and Dilen and see what their plans are for the weekend." To be continued... All in the Family Ch. 09 Roxanne leaned against the wall at the mall, crutches stacked next to her. The short tight dress hid little about her body other than how long the remains of her left thigh might be. She brushed a few errant hairs from her forehead after failing to blow them back in place. Her tongue dragged slowly across the pale red lipstick. One of her favorite sports was people watching. She could have been in the major leagues if there had been such a thing. There must be several hundred an hour she guessed to herself. It wasn't even Christmas shopping season. It was only mid-Spring. She giggled for no reason then licked her lip again. "What happened?" a voice asked. It was a question she heard in many forms a few times an hour when out, especially at the mall. She glanced at the woman, slightly older than she was, with both sleeves of her sky-blue knee-length dress lying empty along her side. She was attractive with her straight auburn hair cropped stylishly short just covering her ears and lips covered with dark red lipstick. "Did you go to 'that thing' at the hospital?" she asked before Roxanne had a chance to reply. A tall slim man with short silver hair and a weathered face appeared behind her. "Did she do 'that thing' at the hospital?" he asked, looking at Roxanne over the woman's shoulder as he touched her waist. "Doris just loves herself these days." He smoothed an empty sleeve with his hand. The entire arm was gone with the whole shoulder still intact. A slight bulge remained as the shoulder curved around to where the armpit was. "How long ago?" Roxanne asked. "A year. We loved it here so much, we moved. Found a place in a new development. Good golly, there are so many amputees. People like him look quite queer." She tossed her head towards the man. "So, did you have both arms done at the same time?" "Married for five years ... meet online 'cause of my 'need'." She laughed and he pecked at the back of her neck. His hands lovingly held her waist. "Friend of a friend told us about this place. It's been a godsend for Doris, for me too." He kissed her again. "Frank is my name." His hand flipped a small wave then rested again on her waist. "Roxanne," she said, and then extended her hand towards Doris. She gasped. "Sorry darling. Some habits die hard." The three laughed for a moment. "Say, we're heading to the Steak and Ale to meet some friends ... like minded friends. We'd love to have you join us." "Sure. I was just holding this wall up." They laughed again and Roxanne put her crutches under her arms. The Steak and Ale was a cheap and dark combination bar and restaurant at the far end of the mall. Two other couples waited near the entrance. It was clear they were waiting for Doris and Frank since the women were missing both arms. The taller woman introduced herself as Phyllis and her husband as Dave. He rested a hand on the small of her back and nodded with a slim smile. She looked as if she had been beautiful in the past, but had put on a few pounds - far from being fat, but no longer slim or trim. Her dress fit loosely with more than a hint of cleavage exposed. She wore too much perfume and had too much makeup on, especially around the eyes. The other man introduced himself as John and his wife as Connie. He shook Roxanne's hand firmly as she watched Connie who was at least ten years younger than anyone else was. A trophy wife she thought, and very lovely. She wore a black sleeveless t-shirt tight enough to appear painted on her. There was no doubt she did not have a bra under it. The short skirt was a little looser, but not much. She leaned close to Roxanne's face. "I look forward to talking with you." Before she could reply, Doris broke in. She glanced at Roxanne. "We just happened to find her down the way. She's one of 'us', so we invited her." "Love the dress," Connie whispered, leaning close again. "It suits you." She grinned. "You can sit with us girls," Phyllis said. "The guys will be busy trading stories about how great it is to have wives without arms." She chuckled then followed the others. Dave held the door for everyone and ogled Roxanne's ass. She understood and shook it nicely for him then grinned while looking back at him. "Naughty man," she said, and then giggled. The door closed. Connie, John, and Roxanne lingered by the hostess station. The others had followed the hostess to the table. Connie looked at John and whispered, "Gotta go to the little girls room. You go ahead. She can help me." She tilted her head towards Roxanne. He grunted something then walked into the restaurant. "You don't mind, do you?" "Nope." Connie pushed the door open with her back and held it for Roxanne. "Sometimes I just have to get away from them." "Phyllis...." "Yeah." She pushed the handicapped stall door open and looked at her. "Come in with me. Latch the stall door." Roxanne leaned her crutches against the wall and stood in front of Connie who stood with her back to the toilet. She slowly pulled the hem of the skirt up to the waist. "I like the 'no panty' look," she teased and watched her sit with her knees slightly parted. "Is it all gone?" She asked, nodding towards Roxanne's missing leg. Roxanne nodded. "Show me. I'm a little short handed." She laughed loudly. Roxanne began lifting the hem of her skirt as she listened to the stream of urine splashing. "You've got a nice thong." "Sometimes it feels a little sexier to have something on." "Great stump. Mind coming a little closer ... so I can rub my cheek over it." She wiggled her foot and moved half a step closer. "Sharing a bathroom stall with an armless woman taking a piss ... strangely erotic." Connie pecked at the hip without a thigh then caressed it a few times with her cheek before sitting upright. "Better wipe me so we can get back before they send in a search party." She chuckled. Roxanne folded some tissue and wiped between the legs. The tissue fell in the water and she made a few wipes with her fingers. "Thanks for taking care of business. If you have some free time during the day, maybe we can do something ... just us." - "Perhaps we should get started," Susan said, looking at the people around the conference room table. They were there for the monthly status meeting for Martin's program as people referred to it at the hospital. "We're swamped," Martin groaned. He leaned back in the chair and shifted around. "Damn, everyone is comin' out of the woodwork." He sat back up and chuckled. Bonnie turned slightly and faced him. The partially empty right sleeve of her blouse shuffled and settled. "Is that so-o bad?" She smiled. "Susan and I were quite surprised at the response. Guess we shouldn't have been." "Lori's not unhappy. She's ecstatic," Mark said. Susan tapped her pen on the table and cleared her throat. "What should we do? You explained another surgeon was willing to help." Martin continued. "I'm doing four a day and the backlog keeps growing. Thomas does two. Don't get me wrong, I do love this kind of surgery." Susan glanced around with her gaze settling on Bonnie. "Is the volume of email tapering off? Are we just seeing pent up demand?" "Actually, yes to both. I think that is exactly what happened. The price is right and for people that need this, there is no where else." Susan looked at Julie, the nursing director. "How are we doing on beds?" "We have plenty. Don't worry about us. We put all Martin's patients in rooms near each other on 3E and all the nurses there are supportive ... very supportive. A few have even been patients of his." She chuckled. - Roxanne followed Connie though the large foyer with an off-white marble floor. Connie wore a loose fitting light-grey dress that ended not far below the shapely curves of her hips. The short sleeves draped lifelessly off her shoulders. "I was just writing a letter to a friend. Come with me while I finish it." Her bare feet padded across the marble onto a beige carpet and Roxanne followed. "This I've got to see," she teased. "I started using my feet to hold things when I was a little girl. I had a distant cousin. She was older than my parents by a dozen years and had been born without arms. She moved back from overseas and often watched out for me. She, ah, inspired me." "How did your parents feel about that?" "At first, they thought it was cute," Connie said, as she sat on a chair at a table slightly lower than a normal desk. She deftly picked up the pen with the toes of her left foot and finished the sentence in perfect cursive. Still writing, she said, "My brother was a year older and was always embarrassed by it." "I'm impressed." "I also hire out for parties." She laughed and put the pen down. "Do you want to see some other tricks?" She laughed again. She began to fold the paper. "Need some help?" "This is easy stuff." She laughed. "There are things I can do only with great difficulty." "How silly of me. Guess you will ask if you need help." "Thanks. You're sweet to offer." She held the envelope against the desk with a few toes as she dragged her tongue across the glue then press the flap closed. "I have a woman that helps me during the day. I gave her some time off since you were going to be here." "Nice that you thought I'd be comfortable about helping." "Ah, you watched me piss last night and wiped me." "Yeah." Connie stood pushing the office chair back with her legs. "Can I get you some ice tea ... or, how about a beer?" She began walking out of the small study and Roxanne followed. "Where they shocked when you got rid of your arms?" "My parents, nah. I hadn't used them for years. Often I just left them inside my blouse. As far as I was concerned, I didn't have any arms." "What about school? Did your teachers try to stop you, like they do when someone writes with their left hand?" "Sure, and the other children teased me a lot. Everyone thought it was something I'd grow out. A boy dressed as a girl in the third grade. That took the spotlight off me for a while." She giggled as she remembered. "Eventually everyone just accepted me as a girl 'without arms'." "Wow." "Yeah. Wow." "Did you ever talk to a doctor about having them off?" "Several times. I explained I didn't use them. My mother begged. It never helped." She stopped and pecked at Roxanne's lips a few times. "It's great being able to talk about this." Roxanne took two bottles of beer from the refrigerator and opened them. She laughed as she started to hand one to Connie. "How do you handle this?" "Handle?" She roared with laughter. "I think we're going to be great friends. I can hold it if I'm sitting. There're some straws on the counter. Grab one and let's sit on the patio. It's a great day." A long narrow lap pool was next to the patio. Roxanne sat a bottle on the rectangular table, stuck the straw in, and then settled in the metal chair with separate cushions for the seat and for the back. The feet made a loud scrapping sound as she twisted it enough to be facing Connie. Connie reclined and placed a foot on the table next to the bottle. She sat up and took a sip using the foot to steady the bottle then leaned back again. She didn't make any effort to hide the white French cut panties. "Yeah, I wear them sometimes," she casually remarked. "We could go for a swim ... now or later." "Maybe later. That does sound good. I didn't bring a swimsuit." "So? I usually go without one." She picked up the bottle with both feet and moved close enough to sip from the straw then positioned it on the cushion between her thighs. "You make it not only seem easy, but normal." "For me, it is. I'd hate to lose both arms at my age or older." "Like your friends?" "Yeah. There're helpless. That's the difference between us. I'm not. I get the feeling they and their husbands are as much into helplessness as not having arms." She leaned down and sipped at the straw. "Did you date in school?" "No very much. Most of the guys thought I was a real freak. Most of the girls agreed. I was a bit of a loaner 'cause of that." She sipped again. "What about you?" "No one knew about this ... ah, need of mine. No one." "I totally understand. When I started keeping my arms inside my blouse, I was so young. I didn't think anyone would care. That's what I told myself. By the time, I realized how wrong I was, it was too late. My mother was more understanding than dad was. Sometimes when their friends would come over, he'd ask me to not do my 'arm thing'. That's actually how he referred to it." She giggled. "When you had them off, how did they react?" "The cousin had passed away years before. Mom was just happy I could do it. She knew how much emotional pain I was in. Dad, well, ... well he stopped talking to me." "Stopped?" "Yes. Now when I go there, he's off somewhere so he won't have to see me. They live far enough away that I don't get home often. It's best." She sipped the last of her beer. "Another?" She put the bottle on the table and stood. - Lori lay on the cement beside the pool. Her swimsuit lay beside her. Having only one leg was now in the past. The left was completely gone, the right not much longer. She loved the contrast and so did her husband, Mark. He stood at the bedroom window and watched her beautiful body as he slowly stroked his erection. He loved the feel of her partial body against his and offered no objection when she suggested the revision and other amputation after a few months. He was close to reaching the point of launching a load and forced himself to let go of the warm flesh. "Hey darling," she cooed as she rolled over onto one side so the legless hip was on top. Her shaved pussy was bare revealing the perfect lips. He stood several feet away with a towel in one hand and wearing nothing. "I like your swimsuit," she teased. "Matches mine." Her finger danced over her slit. "Your cock...." She shoved the finger in and out quickly a few times. "My pussy...." "Your body ... keeps me this way." "Good. I was hoping it would. I must say I stay in a perpetual state of arousal being this way. I guess I didn't expect that." She pushed herself into a sitting position making the short right stump appear to be even shorter. "Love the asymmetry." His cock bobbed a few times, nearly having a spontaneous orgasm as he watched her move. "Yeah." It bobbed again and launched a wad of cum onto the grass. "Oh baby-y. Got anymore of that for me?" She rolled onto her back and spread the short stump to the side as far as it would go. "Anytime." He dropped the towel and positioned himself on her. She was wet and he slipped inside with little effort. He supported himself lightly against both hand and stared into her face. He rubbed against her as he worked in and out. "Ah-h," she moaned. Her eyes were open and watching him. Her tongue wiped her lower lip. She drove her hips upward and back down letting her pussy caress him, masturbating his cock. "Let me," she offered. He stopped and she continued moving only her hips. "Feels good, doesn't' it? He nodded and smiled. "For me too." she cooed. "I love you." "Shhh. Talk to me about stumps." He held his hips still a few inches away as she continued to flex her lower body and slowly masturbating his cock. "A few women have had both arms...." "Really?" "Uh-huh." He struggled with the urge to share in the movements of bodies but he let her enjoy pleasuring him. "Would you want me like that?" "Nah. You're perfect exactly as you are." "For you, I would ... anything." "Just don't lose the desire to do what you are doing right now." "Just don't lose the ability to stay so big and full for so long." She giggled. - Roxanne stood close and enjoyed the natural fragrance of Connie. She found it intoxicating, overpowering. She had not had a lover for a while. She had not been around someone as exciting as Connie was. Her hand caressed the small of the back, lightly applying pressure, gently pulling her closer. Their lips touched sending a small spark though the souls of each. Tongues played, batted against the other. Mouths twisted and moved, searching for just the right positions. She marveled at the inability to hold her and wondered what that was like for Connie. She knew she was in control, that she would have to be the hands for both of them. She began pulling at Connie's dress, pulling the hem upwards. Her palms rubbed over smooth, tight, firm skin. Their bodies ground against each other as they waltzed in a slow, small circle. Connie's body provided support for Roxanne standing on a single foot. She pulled her head back slightly leaving her body pressed against Roxanne. "I was hoping this would happen." "Me too. What about him?" "He knows I enjoy a woman's touch. Do you mind?" "No. You excite me ... a lot." Roxanne slowly removed the dress watching each part of the body become exposed. "Damn, that is a great body." "Thanks. It's yours." She giggled. "We've got hours to enjoy each other." She twisted back and forth modeling her armless body for Roxanne. "It was feeling good, you know, what we were doing." Roxanne placed a hand on the naked small of the back, her fingers kneading, rubbing. The other hand cupped an armless shoulder and massage as her lips slowly moved closer until their mouths once again touched. "We could use the bed in the guestroom," she teased. She turned and swished her rounded hips then walked into the house leaving her dress on the patio. "Nice ass." She gave it a playful swish in silence. The room door remained open as Connie reclined with her head on the pillow and her knees in the air and slightly parted. "Hmmm. Lovely pussy," Roxanne whispered as she sat between the feet and lightly stroked the upper thighs. "You think so. He rarely tells me things like that." "Shame. I would, all the time. You know, just before I nibbled all along these wonderful folds of skin." Roxanne lightly dragged her fingertip along one side and down the other then let her tongue follow the same path. "Ah-h," Connie gasped softly. "He doesn't do that either. At least not as much as I want." She sucked the clit out in the open letting the bud swirl between her lips. "What the fuck does he like to do?" "Fill it with his cock." "But none of the good stuff like lips, tongue, fingers? Shit-t." - Tia leaned lightly against the bar at Buffalo Pete's where she worked. The tall handsome regular sipped at the drink she had just placed in front of him. "Yeah, we get along nicely. I was a little surprised at how easy it was." She was talking about Mattie. The tip of her hook tapped once on the dark wood of the bar then opened slightly before closing. "How's the peg leg?" She glanced down then back towards his face and smiled. "Wonderful. Those few months before were awkward. Crutches with one hand...." She lifted the hook and put it down. "I have the peg and a regular prosthetic leg, one of the fancy computer controlled ones. Love them both." "Yup. I wear mine most of the time, 'cept when someone, you know...." "Wants to play with your stump? Such a sacrifice having to take the leg off, isn't it?" She laughed, letting her head fall back slightly. John and Connie sat on the two empty stools nearby. "Two whiskeys," he said. A black tube-top, revealing her tanned skin and smooth, rounded armless shoulders, covered her firm breasts, and exposed a pleasant amount of cleavage. Her denim jeans fit low and snug. "Hey babe," Tia said to her as she moved past. "How's the new stump?" he asked, looking at Tia as she put each glass on the bar then added whiskey. "Great. Everyone's so kind to ask." She put the glasses in front of them. "Yeah, the peg is working out well." She giggled then dropped a large straw in Connie's glass. All in the Family Ch. 09 The lovely woman without arms leaned down and sipped from the straw then sat back up. She glanced at John and he dabbed with a cloth handkerchief at the drop of brown liquid running down her chin then left it by the edge of the bar in front of her. Her eyes looked around at the few that had watched. "Could have done it with my foot," she said to Tia. "Just attracts so many stares." "These days, around here...." Tia laughed aloud. She glanced at the tall handsome regular and asked, "Would you have minded?" She knew he had been eavesdropping. He shook his head and drank his drink. "You see?" she said to Connie. Her head twisted slightly so she could see the man. "Thanks mister." Then back towards Tia. "You're right." Her sandal fell from her foot resting on the metal band around the legs of the stool. The barefoot moved upwards then picked the handkerchief up with its toes and dapped against her cheek. "I try to not put on a circus act. It is the only way I do things though." "Around here, don't worry. Some understand. Some will love watching." The foot rested against the edge of the bar still holding the handkerchief as Tia walked away to pour a drink for another customer, the sound of Tia's peg leg against the cement floor making a soft tap, tap. "She's something else," the tall handsome man said aloud to himself. He slammed the rest of the drink down his throat then stood. For a moment, he didn't move but let his gaze drift over Connie. She could feel him undressing her. She continued to let him look. Her chest swelled forcing her breasts fill the small tube-top even more. "Don't know if I've seen you around." "Ralph. Been a while since I got rid of my left leg. Got the prosthesis recently." He rapped his knuckles against the carbon fiber socket under the pants leg. She leaned forwards, sipped her drink, wiped her lips with the handkerchief held with her toes, then looked at him. "I'm Connie. This is John." She tilted her head towards her husband. She extended her foot and he shook it just as if she'd extended a hand. "Your husband's a lucky man." He pulled a hand casually across his crotch to adjust himself. "Guess I need to go take care of 'it'." "Shame. A great lookin' guy like you shouldn't have to do that alone." "I'm a bit shy." He shrugged his shoulders. "You prefer missing arms or legs on your women." "Yeah." He chuckled. John moved around Connie so he could be part of the conversation. "Guess legs. Just one off well above the knee would be grand." "Couldn't help overhearing," a woman with shoulder length light brown hair, said in a sultry voice. The three checked her out. The short black skirt revealed a long, slim, single left leg. Whatever remained of the right leg hid inside the dark blue skirt. The near transparent white blouse did not hide her breasts or the nipples. "I'm Hannah." She extended a hand with bright red nails, except for the little finger, which ended in a short rounded stump. She noticed him staring at the missing finger. "Just a little indulgence when I was younger. It didn't stop me from wanting my leg off." John returned to his stool and sipped his drink in silence, occasionally glancing at Connie, Hannah, or Tia. As he shook her hand, he brushed a finger against the finger stump. "Ralph ... Nice to meet you. Can I buy you a drink?" "Maybe one, whatever you're having." He held a finger up and Tia nodded. "So, we're both 'lonely hearts'." "Maybe not anymore." She let her hand drag across his shoulder. He inhaled deeply pulling her fragrance throughout his body and his mind. "Just a month for me ... my leg. It's near the hip, probably not nearly as long as yours is. Hope that's okay." Her hand rested on his shoulder as she took the first sip of the new drink. "Not complaining mind you, but why are you alone? There must have been a line around the block. You're gorgeous." "And you're not so bad yourself," she cooed. "Probably were. It seems I'm standing beside you though." "Perfect. That is exactly where you belong." She leaned close and whispered in his ear, "Hope you like BJ's." She pecked a kiss on his ear. "Only if I can return the favor." He giggled and smiled then swigged half the drink. - Lori rolled her glossy black, sporty, wheelchair through the mall towards the 'Pen & Paper', the small shop she worked in. The short skirt filled half the seat and still did not reveal any of the longer of the two stumps. She was not the only amputee on the way to their shop so early. An older woman waved her only hand and Lori nodded in acknowledgement. A Younger man on crutches said hello and she nodded to him as well. "Hey," Jackie said in her usual bubbly tone as Lori coasted to a stop by the low counter where the cash register and other sales items were. She was older than Lori and was missing her right leg. She used crutches, used them gracefully, often using just a single crutch. "Hey back at 'ya," she teased. "It's interesting how many of 'us' work in the mall now. I saw Janet and Sam." "Having one leg didn't last very long for you." "A few months. I don't know what I was thinking, ah, about just having one leg. I do love being this way, much, much better. Do you ever think about another limb?" A customer entered the store and browsed through the half-price table. Jackie casually moved towards her. "Can I help you?" "Oh, I'm just browsing." She flipped though a few items while keeping an eye on the empty sleeve. "My son is missing an arm. He goes to the university." "Nice. Sorry, I just assumed...." "Yes it is quite nice. We moved here last year because of the program at the hospital. He was interested in having his arm off and I loved how there were so many elective amputees." She chuckled softly. "It seems that everyone is missing something." "We were just talking about that. There're nearly a million people in the greater area and only a few hundred amputees, but it does seem like every day I see probably a dozen amputees. So, you're...." "Yeah. The look of a missing limb stokes a fire inside of me in a major way." "Must be nice having an amputee at home." She laughed while glancing at Lori then Jackie. "We get along just fine." "How did your husband feel about him wanting this?" "He dropped out of the picture before Johnny was born. Since the amputation, well, ah, we've grown close." "My daughter is in her early thirties. I understand." Jackie glanced quickly at Lori then the woman. "Is she, missing a limb?" "Her left leg, almost all of it. She uses crutches to get around. She works as a researcher with Martin's wife ... the surgeon's wife." "I've met her. She's missing both legs." A handsome young man stopped beside the woman. "Hi Mom." He leaned close and let a kiss linger for a moment with some obvious tongue action. His right short-sleeve let the end of the stump peek out of it. He looked at Lori and Jackie. "See you've found some new friends." "We were just talking about all the amputees." "Can't get away from them," he teased. "How do you find life since the surgery?" "I have no complaints," Jackie replied. Lori nodded a few times and moved some papers around by the cash register. Out of the corner of her eyes, she watched him move the stump and wiggle the sleeve. Jackie pointed with her thumb over her shoulder towards Lori. "She recently had one stump shortened and the other leg off." "Wow," he mumbled. "I'm pretty happy missing just the one arm ... for now." "Johnny...." the mother reacted in a slightly surprised manner. "I don't think I really want more." "Good. I like you just like that." She grinned then giggled. Lori rolled from behind the counter and parked beside Johnny. "I've noticed a number of armless woman lately." "Yeah. I know Doris, Phyllis, and Connie. I wish I could use my feet like Connie. I'm too stiff." "Sometimes that is a good thing," his mother teased. "The attitudes around here are so wonderful." "You and Johnny?" Lori mussed. She nodded. "We've met a few others. Before...." She fell silent and just gazed at him. "Either of you?" "Nah," Jackie groaned. "I had a brother that crawled in my bed a few times, but I put a stop to that." A frown formed on the woman's face as she listened. "He was good. Don't get me wrong. I just didn't think my husband would have approved." "Oh." "My daughter...." Jackie paused and considered for a moment. "We, ah...." Another customer entered the store and the conversation ended. - Violet let her lips stroll along Curt's erection while Alexandra nibbled on her father's lips. "Ah," he groaned in a pleasant way just before filling her mouth with a large wad of cum. Her hand roamed over his legless hips and toyed with his balls as she hoped for even more. "I love that you don't have legs. I always have," Violet softly said, as she sat up still fondling the left hip where the thigh used to extend. His fading erection throbbed against her wrist. "I can't ever thank you enough for helping me be rid of my leg." She glanced at Alex's missing arm then back at his hips. Her hand mostly massaged the scared left hip but gave some attention to the right as well. "That feels so good," he whispered, pausing from the kisses Alex gave his mouth. "Can I join in?" Holly said as she pealed her swimsuit off, dropping the two pieces along the way. The short stump of her left arm wiggled and moved with each step. Her body was still wet. The drops slipped along her tanned skin. "The pool was nice, but this looks better." She giggled as she sat next to Alex. They had been lovers since meeting at the University after the amputation of her arm. She pulled Alex closer and drilled her tongue deep into her mouth. Their nipples rubbed and played together. Curt's erection began to return and Violet repositioned herself atop him. She wiggled her hips working it inside. "Feels like it belongs," she cooed, thrusting against it. It still was not firm enough. She wiggled again and the head popped inside. "I just like being close." - Johnny slipped two beers from the refrigerator, opened each, and handed one to Francis. "Love you Mom," he said, clinking the bottles together. She took a long sip the worked their lips together for a while, letting the bottle dangle from her hand along her side. His tongue wormed inside her mouth and batted against her tongue for a while. "Baby," she moaned as she pulled away. "You light my fires." "As much as those amputees today?" "No one could hold a candle to my son." Her hand massaged the front of his pants and her lips roamed over his lips. His tongue slipped between them as he ground himself against her. "We could save the beers," she moaned, as she unsnapped the clasp on his waistband. He put the bottles on the counter and pulled her skirt up then pushed on the panties. "You're so wet." His fingers dug even deeper inside. Her hand stroked him in his briefs. "Love this part of you." They masturbated each other as they kissed. She let go just long enough to pull his t-shirt off and let it fall beside them. Her lips moved low and nibbled the end of his stump. "Hmmm," she hummed. He moved it over her face. Her lips trailed over it. "Thanks for wanting me this way." "My pleasure." - Connie sat naked on the bench in front of the dressing table and pushed the toes of her left foot through her hair several times. She watched herself in the mirror. She moved the armless right shoulder slightly and enjoyed the sensation of the lack of the arm. Her nipples swelled. Her tongue dragged across lips covered in a dark red lipstick. She curled the toes around the silver colored tube and touched up a place that was not perfect. The foot rested against the edge of the table still holding the tube as she moved her lips around for another inspection. "Hi darling," she said to John as he stopped behind her and cupped each shoulder with a hand. "I'll be ready in a few minutes." "Do you mind if I don't wear any hose?" She paused. "Or panties? I've picked out that short dress." She nodded in the direction of the bed where a short black dress with a deep vee cut and no sleeves lay. He glanced over his shoulder. "That's my favorite." He massaged the armless shoulders. "I may have to fight off a few guys." "Nah. It's a fine restaurant, not some low rent saloon. I'll let you feed me. I love that." "You know what I like." "Yes dear. I like it too. A short dress and no panties makes it inappropriate for me to raise my foot above the table." "I'd stare." She turned on the bench and rubbed her cheek against the front of his trousers. "Hmmm, you're firm." "I can't help it. I don't think I've been soft since these when away." His grip on the shoulders tightened for a moment. "Show me." "You'll mess up the lipstick." "Maybe I'll go without. Please...." Her tongue flicked at the zipper tab and her teeth bit down on the piece of metal then pulled it down. The head fell out the opening. "No briefs," she exclaimed. "Wicked man." She giggled then sucked the swollen head leaving a trail of lipstick. She glanced up then back before taking a few more sucks. "I can wait." "I don't know if I can." She laughed then stood in front of him, pecked at his lips, rubbed her front against him, pecked again, the stepped back. "How are my lips?" "I like them." "I know you do. Is my lipstick messed up? Fuck. Maybe I'll go without. Do you want to help me?" She walked towards the bathroom, wiggling her tush a few times along the way. He followed as he pulled his zipper back up. - Violet watched Chet lower himself to the pavement by the pool. The yard was secluded and they took advantage and wore nothing. His dried cum glistened on her single thigh next to the shaved pussy. She dragged a finger though her slit then sucked the digit. "Damn good," she said in a sultry tone. "I love the mixture." He used his hands to crawl the several feet to the edge then dove headfirst. She followed and scooped him in her hands. Her lips roamed over his, her tongue pushed between, she pulled him tighter against her. "Just us tonight?" she quizzed. "What do you have in mind?" He laughed. "Think I'll get lucky?" "I know you will ... both of will." She sucked his tongue a few times. "I love our time together. It's good they have each other." She sucked again. "Glad you like young pussy." "Glad you like old cock." He laughed then added, "And legless old guys." "You're not so old and I'm not so young." She ground herself against him enjoying the lack of anything past his hips. "God, I love the lack of legs on you." "You ever think about being this way." "Some, but for now, I'm happy without any of my one leg. You make me very happy Chet." - "So nice to see both of you," the maitre d' said. He held the menus in the crook of his right arm and the other sleeve dangled empty. "Our favorite place to eat." John guided Connie with a hand against the small of her back as the man led them to their table. "A little extra privacy for you," he said, looking directly at her. "Thanks." She leaned close to his face and whispered, "I expose myself so when I used my feet." "You are such an inspiration to people like myself. I only wish I was so, able." "I started as a child. It is nearly impossible to adapt at our age." He placed the open menus in front of Connie then John who sat to her left. "If I can be of assistance, let me know." He turned and walked away. "You could offer classes," John told her. "I could. I think I'll pass." She giggled, and then scanned the menu. "I don't see anything better than the usual." She sat upright and adjusted her position on the chair. "Filet Mignon, baked potato, salad with blue cheese, and a glass of Merlot." "Very good dear. Might have to give you a BJ later." She grinned. The words were already out of her mouth when she glanced up and realized a female server was standing by the table. The folder with the pad of paper for taking the order lay across a metal hook on a prosthetic arm visible at the end of a starched white sleeve. The tip of the peg leg extended slightly past the cuff of the black slacks. "Would you like to hear the specials?" "I guess you just heard mine." Connie laughed. Tia smiled. John recited the order for her then mentioned he wanted the same. "It's better than Buffalo Pete's," he remarked. "The clientele, yes. It's being harder to carry the big trays of food. At least at Pete's I just push glasses along the bar." "Guess I'd make a lousy server," Connie joked. "Yeah, but it sure conjures up some fun images." Tia walked away, her gait stiffer on one side. The wine steward showed the bottle of Merlot to John, uncorked it, and poured a sample. John looked at Connie and asked if she wanted to do the honors. She nodded and he held the glass to her lips. She let the dark liquid sit in her mouth for a moment before swallowing it then looked at the man. "Very good," she said, nodding as she spoke. She caught him looking down the plunging neckline and at her armless shoulders. She smiled. "I don't mind." She wasn't clear what she was referring. He didn't seem to care and walked away. "Your cleavage," John whispered once the man was gone. "Oh. I would have been looking at these." She shrugged her shoulders. "Me too. I guess we are a tad bit odd you know." Another server helped Tia with the tray of salads and twisting the long pepper mill. They left together without saying much. "She's not going to keep her job," Connie whispered. He stabbed a piece of lettuce and rubbed it in the dressing then held it for her to eat. He watched and smiled. "Maybe the curiosity factory makes up...." "I love doing things for you." "You're a darling." She leaned forward and nibbled the next fork full. Her mouth was still full as she said, "You should eat too." She glanced around and realized she was facing away from the others nearby. She lifted her barefoot above the table and gripped the wine glass stem then sipped. "Very good," she whispered, then sipped again. She left her foot resting on the edge of the table and she wiggled her toes. "Would you mind?" She lifted the fork and fed herself the next bite of salad. "At least let me cut the meat when it comes," he teased. "Sure. I haven't ever mastered that. I just can't apply enough force." "Did you see that?" an older woman's voice said just loud enough for Connie to hear. She held the wine glass just off the table and glanced around. When she spotted the woman, she held the glass up in a mock toast then took a sip. - Marcus, Ian, and Francis sat on the white sand of the beach along the ocean. A cooler filled with beer floating in icy water was open and each of them sipped from their bottles while watching people wearing swimsuits so skimpy they might as well have worn nothing. Debbie, Nicole, and Johnny were playing in the edge of the surf. A woman in short, cut-off jean shorts and a dark blue halter-top walked beside a man. They held hands and her right arm ended just above the elbow. Two men stood and talked. One was missing a leg, the other missing most of an arm. "Love being here," Ian said. "Have you ever been somewhere where there are more amputees?" "Nope," Francis said into her bottle as it left her mouth, then poured more beer in. "I love him without his arm. He loves it too." She massaged her lower leg and wiggled her toes while she watched the amputee men. "Hmmm," she hummed. "Look at-t that-t," she drawled. "Stumps...." "The girls are lookin' mighty fine," Marcus drawled, watching Debbie in her black swimsuit leaving little to the imagination about her missing left leg or other parts of her body. "Nice we've all found each other." All in the Family Ch. 09 "Yeah-h," she drawled letting the mouth of the bottle tap against her lips. "I knew he wanted me that first holiday he was home from the University. The timing was perfect. His dad had just left me for a sweet young thing and I was so very horny." "Tell me about it, same for Nicole and me. As a family, we had spent a week here. I was in heaven with all the stumps around. Guess the ex-wife noticed it. I was a lot more amorous than normal. I mean, four or more times in an evening. Hell, we had rarely done it once a month, then bam - I'm like a guy in a dirty movie. Fuck, fuck, fuck." "You're telling my story," Marcus groaned. "So, the wife left me after the 'amputee story' came out. She was 'pissed'. Nicole went to the University. I moved here and spent my free time drooling over all the women missing legs. Wow! There was one...." He stopped and sucked the rest of the beer from the bottle. "Nicole came to visit at Christmas. She met the amp. They were about the same age. The three of us had dinner a few times. Shit, one night Nicole and I were sitting on the couch, alone, and she asks me if I'd like her that way ... you know with one leg ... at the hip like the woman was. I was rock hard thinking about it." "You're making my pussy wet." "Her blouse revealed too much nipple. Her lips were so inviting. I think she moved first. I don't remember. It didn't feel like I was making out with my daughter. We were both all over each other." "There times I wish that Debbie had more of her leg off," Marcus mused. "Don't get me wrong. I love her the way she is. I'm more of a 'no stump' kind of guy ... the way Nicole's leg is. Debbie and I talked about all the pros and cons of some stump versus no stump. She thought she'd want to wear a prosthetic leg, at least for a while. I keep hoping she'll have the rest off." "Just thinking about this almost makes me cum without touching myself. Now, with all the amputees that they're cranking out at the hospital, good god almighty." Ian turned the bottle in his hand as he looked at Nicole still by the water's edge. "Yeah. I wish they were all living here and not going back from where ever," Francis said. She leaned forward and opened another bottle, dropping the cap back into the cooler. "Amputee heaven for sure." "We fucked that night she asked me. Fucked like rabbits ... fucked all night." Ian glanced at Marcus then Francis. They both smiled and nodded their heads in approval. "Did she ever pretend for you? He used to leave his arm inside his shirt. I love that look. You know, mostly gone, but enough stump to move and hide the armpit. Some like a hook. I don't. It didn't take very long from our first discussion about missing arms until he was out of the hospital. It felt like overnight, but it was probably a month." "Same for Debbie. She wears a prosthetic leg for work, but not other times. I love kiss all over the end of it. It's so nice and soft." "With as short a stump as Nicole has, bet it's nice being so close to her pussy," Francis mumbled. "Have you ever been with a woman?" Ian asked without looking at her. "A few times in college. It was okay, but not as nice as with a guy. His dad was a good fuck. He could get me so fired up that it'd take hours to relax." She sipped at her beer. "Either of you ever been with a guy? God, I love a cock. Love it in my cunt. Love it in my mouth. I'm not much of an ass person though. I do love to swallow cum. I don't know why...." Her voice trailed off. "You a screamer?" "Sometimes. I just like to get deeply involved in the sex. Johnny seems to like that. Young guys never seem to go soft. His dad was good until he came. It'd take hours or a day to be ready again. Shit, Johnny can be back up in a few minutes." "I remember those days," Ian whispered. "Used to be a few minutes and I'd be ready again. Maybe that's just a fantasy. At least that's the way I remember it." "With that in the sack...." Marcus started towards Nicole. Her swimsuit seemed to reveal more now than before. "Hey man, Debbie's nothing to be ashamed of." "Thanks. Seems we all have it sweet." "Yeah," Francis said, tilting the bottom of the bottle straight up and letting the beer drain into her mouth. "Yeah." She dragged her hand firmly between her legs. "Glad we can talk this way." She popped the snap on her shorts and shoved her hand inside. "You're like just one of the 'guys'," Ian teased. "This is being a great day." "One of the guys?" she mused. He watched her hand pump against the fabric. "What?" she begged. "You never jerk off." "All the time." "I don't mind. Go ahead." - A trail of round holes from two pair of crutches lined the edge of the surf as Debbie, Nicole, and Johnny walked. "I like your stump," Nicole said to him." He moved it then let it fall back in place. "How'd you decide how long it should be?" "Or why the arm and not a leg?" Debbie added." He turned and walked to the line between the damp and dry sand and sat. His hand cupped the stump and moved the soft skin around as he watched the two women sit facing him forming a small circle. "Mom was a little crazy about arm stumps. I didn't care. I asked her how much she wanted me to lose." He moved the stump through the air. "Ta da-a," he sang. "It was a month tops. Felt like overnight." "Dad was into legs being completely off," Nicole said as she brushed some sand off her legless hip. She adjusted the thong bottom slightly, shaking the sand off in the process. "I just wanted to make him happy. I like being this way, but I guess I'd never done it if he hadn't wanted me this way." She adjusted her top leaving the cleavage exposed even more. "Nice," he mused, pretending she was removing her top. She briefly pulled the top down on one side. "Boobie." They all laughed. Debbie pulled her top down in the same way and then he pulled his waistband down. "Show and tell," Debbie teased. "We could just sit here naked," he said. They wall readjusted their swimsuits and settled in place. "They're not very big," Nicole groaned. "I think they are just perfect," he assured her. "Yours too." He stared at each woman for a moment. "Are you big?" Debbie asked. "Dad's thick." "I've never compared myself." He laughed. "I guess some guys do that in the shower in the gym ... so the story goes." "Let's see," Nicole begged. "Will I get to see your...." "Pussy ... cunt," Nicole finished for him. "Sure." They took turns showing off their private parts and examining each other, just looking without touching. They exchanged comments and complements. Nicole massaged herself letting a finger vanish deep inside her. He watched. "What?" she begged without stopping. "You're...." "Yeah. I love to finger myself. Don't you jerk off?" "Sure." Debbie watched for a moment in silence. "Even now that you and your mother...." "Of course." "Dad does too, no matter how much we do it." "Mine too. Sometimes we watch each other rather than fucking." Nicole's finger continued to slip in and out. "Did you want to be an amp?" She watched Debbie watching her. "I'd seen a bunch of amputees around before I knew he was interested in that," Debbie started. "I actually thought it was kind of cool, you know, being an amputee. It was no secret that there were people who wanted to be that way. A whole lot nicer than other ways of altering one's body, tattoos ... major piercings. Stuff like that. He paused beside me one day at the mall. I pointed out a woman I'd been watching. He told me he'd been watching her too. I told him I thought she looked nice with just one leg coming out of her short skirt ... a great leg with a black high heal. Guess I was wetting my panties watching her." "You were gay," Johnny asked. "Not really. I'd messed around with my roommate. She showed me some of the finer points I'd missed out on." Debbie giggled. "Did she ever. Nah. I just really enjoyed looking at the woman with one leg." "Yeah. I can relate to that. The few guys I'd been with before dad were 'slam-bam, thank you ma'am' kind of fucks," Nicole groaned and shook her head. "How 'bout you?" she asked Johnny. "I was no great lover either. Guess guys my age don't know better. There're just happy to stick it in and hoping they won't hear the word 'no' before they're done." They all laughed. "I could tell when the first kiss started with Mom that it'd be okay. That she wouldn't be saying no. We were getting naked and she told me not to worry, not to rush, that we'd have plenty of time to do it 'right'. She's comfortable talking to me when we're doing it, about what I could do better. She's a great coach." "I gave dad a BJ," Nicole said. "I could tell he was nervous. Guess I was doing it right. He didn't stop me. He filled my mouth with his cum. I swallowed. I'd done it a few times with a guy at school, but I hadn't swallowed. I didn't think I'd like that. I was so-o wrong. Now, I suck him off, he eats my cunt through a few orgasms, and then he fucks me. All of that usually last an hour or more. Some nights, we might wake up a few hours later and do it again." "Does he kiss your stump?" Debbie asked. "Hell yeah-h. Sometimes I actually cum from that, 'course it helps that he has a few fingers in me at the same time." She giggled while she fondled her legless hip. The thong bottom looped around the upper thigh. "Having dad as a lover, bed partner, friend is something that most girls will never appreciate. Then toss in having just one leg ... wow. I love my life." "We were at the store one day when a man with one arm took something from the shelve in front of us. I could tell he affected her in some way. She was short of breath and held her chest for a moment after the man was out of sight. In the car, I asked her if he had excited her. She smiled and nodded. We talked about it for the rest of the day. I pulled my arm inside my shirt and pretended I was like him. We'd been sleeping together. It was her last secret from me. That weekend, we started talking about me losing my arm. Not long afterwards...." "Were you left handed?" "Yeah, but I used to jerk off with my right hand." He laughed. "I've learned to do that with my left hand now." "Such a sacrifice." Nicole giggled. "I love to do that," she said in a sultry voice. "As much as I love messing around with Dad, there is just something so personal about diddling my pussy." "I love to let him watch me do that," Debbie said. "Maybe I'm an exhibitionist." - John pulled Connie's chair back so she could stand. He pecked her on the neck. "Wonderful dinner," he whispered in her ear. "I saved room for desert and I know exactly what I want." She leaned close. "Hope your, ah, cock is ready." She pulled back and turned to walk towards the front of the restaurant. The woman that had made the remark earlier paused beside her. Connie quickly scanned the woman - Tall, older, slim, long brown hair, lovely. Her left sleeve hung empty along side the white blouse. "I just wanted to apologize for my remark. I was just trying to point you out to the man I'm with." "It's okay. I hear all the time, but I guess you do too." Connie tilted her head towards the missing arm. "Yeah." She handed John a business card. "Wish we could talk." She leaned close to Connie. "No matter how many of us there are, most of the others don't get it. Like the guy I'm with tonight. Last date with him." "Sure. I'll call, find a time." They watched the woman walk back to the table. Her firm hips moved nicely inside the tight skirt. Her legs extended beautifully below the knee-length skirt. "Bet she's even lovelier naked," Connie mused to herself. John's lips brushed her ear as he whispered, "You're prettier." As they strolled across the parking lot, John let his hand rest on the small of her back, sometimes roaming over her hips. "How do you stand it?" she begged. "What?" "Living here, with all the amputees around ... too much eye candy." "But I have you." "Yeah. Still...." She sat and pulled the seatbelt across with her toes. He watched. The snap clicked and he closed the door. His hand brushed over his pants. "It's ready," he softly said. The engine started and the car began to move through the parking lot. "Better be." - John dropped the dress and he watched her swish her hips as she moved the remaining distance to the large bed. His pants fell around his ankles. She sucked a toe and brushed the side of her face. He left a trail of clothing behind him. "Just lay there," she commanded as she leaned down. The warm swollen head, soon surrounded by her lips, enjoyed the feel. She knew it. She enjoyed the way it filled her mouth. Not so big to make her gag, but just big enough to let it roll round inside. "Lovely shoulders." She listened, but did not pause to reply. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see him lying with his hand behind his head. His eyes fixed on her. She shifted her position slightly leaving her hips a little closer to his face. She wiggled them suggestively. He knew. He did nothing. He would later. She only teased ... for now. - "The backlog is getting larger," Bonnie reported to the others in the meeting. "How many?" Susan asked. Her glance bounced between Bonnie and Martin. "A thousand." She sounded shocked and surprised. "A thousand?" Martin responded, equally surprised. "You're teasing." "Nope. Just this week, it has grown by fifty." "We'll never catch up with just myself and Thomas. Even if he does as many a day as I do...." "I've gotten a few letters from other surgeons asking if we have any openings for this project." "How many?" "Three." "Any idea if they would mind doing more than single limbs? I've talked to other surgeons, but they balked at amputating two limbs and wouldn't even think about three or four." Bonnie looked around the table. "We've only done a few triples and just one quad." "I know. I just think it is important we can address the needs of our patients." "Let's say we bring in a surgeon who's only willing to do one or two limbs. You could do the few that want more ... right?" "Yeah. The fact that we are willing, even if they are not, can be a sticking point. How many more surgeons would you be willing to hire?" "We have plenty of capacity in the operating theater," Susan said. "Are we talking about only reducing the backlog?" Martin shrugged his shoulders. Bonnie grinned. Mark cleared his throat. "Oh?" Susan said. "Will the demand continue to be high, or will we eventually do everyone that wants this?" "I think the demand is there. After all, we 'are' the only hospital to openly advertise this 'service'." Mark laughed. "And, spouses seem to be willing to do this for their mates." "Quite the anniversary present," Bonnie teased. "Better than another ring," Martin quipped. "Yup. We've had a few come back for a second amputation. I guess this spices up the marriage ... a lot." Everyone laughed. "I'll contact these doctors that have written me. If you could give me the names of the others, I'll contact them as well. I think we should whittle down the backlog." Everyone groaned in unison. "That was a poor choice of words." Susan laughed. "Maybe we can get three or four to help for a few months." She glanced at the others. "You're doing four a day and Thomas two. Six of you could do about fifteen hundred in three months." "That would help," Martin replied. - Francis lay quietly, listening to Johnny's breathing as he slept. The air conditioner hummed and her finger lightly massaged between her legs. The first sign of the orgasm surprised her and she gasped aloud. "What?" he mumbled, still asleep, but waking. He rolled over and noticed. "Mom...." "You were asleep." He moved his face closer to where her hand played. He pecked along the thigh and nudged the fingers away replacing them with his lips. Her thighs parted, a knee rose to one side. His tongue dragged deeply through the slit and caught the bud. She gasped and he rolled it between his lips. "You do that so-o nicely." He squeezed it tightly. His teeth grazed it. She moaned. Her hand held his stump. The other mussed his hair. "You treat your old mother so nicely." "Not old," he mumbled without stopping. "I'm not like Nicole. Someday, you'll want someone like her, someone closer to your own age." He stopped and rested the side of his face on her thigh and looked towards face. "That's hard to believe. You give me all I want, all I need." "She's very pretty ... that legless hip...." She continued to play with the arm stump. "Ian's a lucky guy." "She seems to really love him." "Don't you find her even slightly exciting?" "She makes me hard as a rock. A lot more than Debbie." "Why?" "I don't know. That stump so close to her pussy. I wonder what it's like to be able to nibble back and forth between the two." "I wondered the same thing at the beach. I don't know why, but watching her in that thong...." She paused. "Listening to him talk about her turned me on." She pulled lightly on his stump and he moved atop her, his cock slipping inside. "Oh Johnny...." she moaned as their lips touched. Her feet lifted and pressed against his back encouraging his hips to move. "Yeah-h," she drawled. "Go slow, take your time. Long, slow...." - Susan moved around her desk and waved towards the round table. "Call me Mike," the doctor said to her as he settled into the chair. "Is that from here?" he asked looking at her single leg as she laid the crutches on the floor. "Yes. Does it interest you?" "If it didn't, I probably wouldn't have written you about working here." He laughed and she did too. "Have you ever snuck an elective amputation past an administrator?" "A few. No one ever seemed to notice ... other than the patient who wanted it. I love doing amputations." "Well, we have plenty of patients that do. We have a huge backlog of requests that we are trying to clear up. I don't know what the future holds after that, but I expect there will be others writing us. Martin is working full time on this project. He does four a day five days a week. He has one part-time surgeon, Thomas, doing two. We are looking for another surgeon to be full time for at least three months. After that we'll assess our needs." "Just one more surgeon?" "Maybe two. Why, do you know someone I should be talking with?" "Dr. Kimberly Morton." "Hmmm, a woman." "Yeah. We've talked about this. She would be excellent. She loves doing amputations even more than I do, if that's possible." He was quiet for a long moment. "She has a daughter with one leg." "Really?" "Yeah, since after college. She refers to it as 'her graduation present'." He chuckled. Susan made some notes on a legal pad. "I'm sure you'll put me in touch with Kimberly." "Count on it. How many of the staff has been through the program?" He grinned. "Quite a few of the those reporting directly to me plus some of the nurses and some of the spouses. We are all very open about this." "Any restrictions on what requests you'll consider. "No. We've done one quad, a few triples. Mostly single legs, single arms, and occasionally two limbs." "Great. How does your program work?" "We receive inquires from both word of mouth and posting on various Internet groups. We have a special e-mail address. Bonnie answers them. She's missing an arm. Much of the e-mail are just questions about cost and if we are for real, nothing serious. We have a standard reply explaining the process, costs, scheduling, etc. Once someone is ready, they schedule an interview and surgery ... usually the surgery is the day following the interview. There is a hotel near the hospital. Most people stay there before surgery and after discharge if they wish to stay in the area for a while. It's run by people that have had amputations."