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Wheelchair Sex
by Rich (Trekat@theriver.com)

***

Sometimes bad things happen to good people, but with a 
little help from their friends, it can all be made 
better. (MF, rom)

***

"Don't bother!" Melanie snapped when I offered to help 
her inside her apartment. 

"You've done your charity work for this evening!"

It had been that way ever since I had made that remark 
at eight, right after dinner. 

By nine o'clock, I was more than ready to take her 
home. She hadn't exactly been a ray of sunshine, but I 
could understand that it was a rough thing for a 
twenty-year-old girl to be confined to a wheelchair. 
But even cutting her some slack, I'd had enough of her 
bitching and acid remarks to last a lifetime. 

"Just what the hell is your problem?" I glared at her, 
and wheelchair or no wheelchair, I was ready to smack 
her a good one.

"Problem?" she sneered. "Oh, it's no problem. I don't 
mind that my sister paid you to take poor, old, 
crippled me to dinner."

"Damnit," I bit, "I didn't say she paid me. I just said 
that I had to borrow some money. But it wasn't from 
your sister." 

What I had tried to tell her over after-dinner coffee 
was that the whole date was turning out to be a lot of 
fun - for me anyway. 

"Meaning just what?" she asked, her attitude softening 
slightly.

"Meaning I thought the date was worth having to borrow 
some money. I don't get my unemployment check 'til next 
Friday and I didn't want to postpone our date. Does 
that come clear to you now?"

"I suppose," she allowed, "but I know you wanted to 
dance and of course I can't."

"Nah," I shrugged, "I'm not that good of a dancer, 
really."

"And my sister didn't use any pressure on you to take 
me out?"

I had to draw a fine line at that point. Her sister, 
Jamie, had suggested that I take Melanie out, but the 
only persuasion she had used was to tell me that

Melanie had a terrible crush on me.

When Jamie suggested I date her sister, I might not 
have gone for it, but at the time I really needed the 
ego shot of having a pretty girl - even one in a 
wheelchair - with a crush on me. My fiancée of two 
years had just up and bolted on me, making me look like 
a jerk by running off to Las Vegas with my boss and so 
I basically lost both job and girl. 

Besides, I thought that Melanie looked a lot like that 
old movie actress, Doris Day, and that wasn't half bad 
in the looks department. 

"She mentioned that you liked to date, " I said 
cautiously. "I just broke up with my girl and I'm not 
attached or anything, so I was interested."

"Really interested?" she asked, looking at me with a 
skeptical expression. "Not many guys rush to date a 
girl in a wheelchair. So you're just killing time until 
you find a new girl?"

"Maybe not, " I said firmly. "Did it ever cross your 
mind that you're a very pretty girl?"

She looked at me for a moment, then said, "I used to 
be, before the accident. But don't bullshit me about 
how you don't mind me being crippled and everything."

Whew, what an attitude. It wasn't my job description to 
repair her damaged ego, but I felt I had to try. 
Besides, I was fed up enough to give it to her straight 
about her crappy, self-pitying attitude.

"Oh, yeah? Crippled? Sure, I guess you are, but just 
how handicapped are you, huh? I mean, you look pretty 
good to me, and all the right parts seem to be there, 
so except for the fact you can't dance or maybe play a 
set of tennis, I'd guess you're a whole woman."

"How would you know?" she snapped. "Maybe I can't feel 
a damn thing down below. Maybe it's no fun for a guy 
to... lie on top of a dead piece of flesh."

So she had tried sex since the car wreck. I caught 
myself feeling sorry for her, but then I asked, "It 
that the only way, or the only time, you tried to have 
sex?"

My blunt question stunned her into momentary silence. 
She stared at me with her mouth slightly open.

"We do the best we can," I told her quickly, "and there 
is more than one way to skin a cat as they say."

She got her voice back to say, "Oh, yeah? Just how long 
do you think some normal guy is gonna settle for... 
half sex from a girl in a wheel chair?"

"What do you call 'half-sex'?"

"This conversation is getting out of hand," she said 
tiredly, turning away. "Please help me inside and then 
you can go." I thought I saw a tear forming at the 
corner of her blue eye.

I opened the door and pushed her inside, but once 
there, I didn't rush to get away. 

I had become darned curious as to just what a person in 
a wheelchair could actually do about sex. She wanted me 
to go, but I hung around for a while, just rapping with 
her, trying to get her to open up.

Finally, she looked up at me with a defiant expression. 
"You want to find out, don't you?"

"I'd be real curious," I said easily. "Hell, don't you 
think that I think you're darned cute. So if I can make 
out with you, I sure will."

She stared at me for a long time, examining my face to 
see if I was putting her on or not. I guess some guys 
might get a kinky thrill out of screwing - or whatever 
- a women in wheelchair, but it was just that for me. I 
had really found her nice to be with before the 
bitterness had set in.

Finally, Melanie nodded. "Okay, damnit, turn the lights 
down and make sure the door is locked."

I did as she asked, and by the time I got back to her, 
she had removed her blouse and brassiere, and I saw 
that her belt was undone and the first couple of 
buttons of her jeans were unfastened.

"We can't be all coy about it," she told me. "It takes 
some cooperation, so if you'll stop gaping at my boobs 
for a minute and take off your pants, we can get going 
here."

She was too darned matter of fact about it, but even so 
the sight of her surprisingly full and well shaped 
breasts with their wide areolae got a very positive 
response from me. 

Still, her cut-and-dried manner reminded me of a ten-
dollar streetwalker and I didn't like it a lot. I knelt 
down next to her chair and, trying to ignore her bare 
upper body, kissed her.

"I'm kinda shy," I grinned when we broke apart, "so you 
gotta go easy about getting me turned on. I have to be 
kissed and maybe fooled with a little before I go 
jumping into bed with a girl. Okay?"

That got a laugh out of her and she eased up. We kissed 
a few more times - she kissed pretty good too - and 
after a bit I was exploring those nice boobs, kneading 
them, lightly pinching the large nipples and then 
kissing on them. Melanie's breathing told me she was 
beginning to warm some so I ran my hand down her chest 
to her belly, and then to the zipper of her jeans. She 
stopped me.

"Wait," she whispered. "I'd like to do something before 
we get naked, okay."

She repeated her request for me to take off my trousers 
and this time I did. I felt just a little awkward 
standing there in front of her chair, stripped from the 
waist, with my half-hard arching out, but she touched 
my leg, indicating that I should move closer, and 
following her lead, I ended up straddling the arms of 
her wheelchair with my pecker hanging just above the 
upper swell of her tits. 

She smiled up at me and as I tried to settle down on 
the arms of her chair, she began to stroke my cock. Her 
hand was warm and soft, and nimble and pretty soon I 
was swollen to full hardness. Melanie licked her palm 
and took a firmer grip on my turgid organ. One, two, 
three long, slow strokes and my gut began to warm and 
tighten, and then she leaned forward slightly to open 
her soft, wet mouth over the ridged crown of my aroused 
penis. 

God, her mouth was heavenly! I don't know how much 
experience she'd had before the accident, but she sure 
knew what she was doing right then. As my belly began 
to do a drumbeat, heralding my approaching orgasm, and 
I could feel her tongue raking and tickling the 
underside of my cock, just at the sensitive area below 
the head.

"Ohh, Baby," I warned, "I'm getting pretty worked up."

Melanie stopped sucking long enough to give a sexy, 
throaty laugh. "Oh? Well now, that's good. Do you think 
you might want to come or something?"

She gave the shaft of my cock a squeeze.

"Yeah, damnit! And unless you want a mouthful, you'd 
better watch out."

"Hm. Well it might be kinda fun but it would be messy 
if I let it go all over my chest, so maybe I should 
just swallow it. Is that okay with you?"

By way of an answer, I shoved my hips forward. She 
laughed again and pressed down on the tip of my cock, 
letting off and then watching it spring back up. 

"Hm, yes, he is just about ready," she chuckled. Then 
sucked me with a renewed gusto, using her hand as well 
and bringing me to a hard boil in seconds. I let go, 
gushing into her busy mouth in squirt after squirt, and 
as good as her promise, Melanie gulped it down, her 
throat working quickly as she accepted the pulses of 
white, sticky male essence, rolling down her throat. 
She kept on gently sucking and licking until I was 
quivering with sweet agony and she had drawn every last 
drop of semen virile from me. 

My legs wouldn't hold me so I sank to the carpet beside 
her chair, drawing hard for breath and trying to get my 
head back on straight.

"Jesus Christ!" I gasped. "That was fantastic."

"Now you know," Melanie said with only a trace of 
bitterness in her tone.

"Yeah, I guess so," I responded. "But that was the 
'half' part, right? So now, just what would you like 
from me?"

She stared at me, surprised, then bemused. Finally, she 
said, "Can you get it hard again?"

"After a bit, probably," I told her honestly. "In the 
meantime, why don't we find a bed and get more 
comfortable."

She seemed to consider for a moment, then nodded. As I 
pushed her toward the bedroom, she said, "I ought to 
warn you that I'm sort of, ah, limp from the waist 
down. You may have to do a lot for me until I'm 
actually in the bed."

"No problem, " I said with more confidence than I 
really was feeling.

I had to be pretty cool about lifting her onto the bed, 
undressing her the rest of the way and turning down the 
covers for her. Her lower body was limp and pale and 
soft, compared to her upper parts, but the important 
thing was to find out just how much she was able to 
feel down there.

For starters, once we were cuddled up in her queen 
sized bed, I ran my hands over her body, gradually 
moving downward to touch her upper legs and then her 
pubic curls.

"Let me know what you feel," I asked.

"I can feel that," she advised me, "but I don't think I 
can get awfully wet right away."

"Uh, just where does the feeling end?"

"I got hit just above my knees," she told me. "So my 
lower legs don't work worth a damn. There was some 
damage higher up as well, so I have trouble with my 
back sometimes." 

"Well, that's good, " I said. "I mean that's good you 
could feel it if I were to go down there and kiss 
around."

"You don't have to do that," she protested.

"No, but I'd like to," I told her.

She went stiff and her hands fluttered nervously around 
my head for a bit, and she tried to pull me up, but 
once I'd gotten into a good position, moved her thighs 
apart and spread her outer labia with my thumbs, she 
gave up and went along with it. The trouble wasn't so 
much her injury it seemed but her attitude about being 
a cripple. I suspected that she had given a blow job to 
other guys, but I doubted that any had returned the 
favor, let alone stick a cock into her. I intended to 
do both before I was finished with her.

She was a little musky, but not bad, and my first, 
tentative lick along her outer lips tasted strong. But 
I got used to it quickly, so by the time she got puffy 
down there and began to get a little wet, I didn't have 
a problem with her female essence. I used my tongue and 
lips on her and after a while I was rewarded with soft 
moans from above and a moist, flowery opening down 
below. 

"Can you feel that okay?"

"Yes," she sighed. "A little bit anyway." When I 
hesitated, she said, "No please don't quit. Even if I 
can't feel everything, it still feels kind of nice."

I went back to her sopping crotch. Her upper body was 
lifting and her hips were stirring a little when I quit 
eating her out and slipped upward to lie close to her.

"You about ready?" I asked, smiling at her "I don't 
know how good it will be, but, please, let's try!"

"I'm gonna go for it, but I need to know if you are 
using any birth control."

"Oh, God," she whispered, "I'm not. I didn't even think 
about it." 

I leaned over and pulled a condom from my pocket, 
hoping she wouldn't resent the fact that I was so 
prepared. I always carried at least one, but girls seem 
to get upset when they discover I do. I knelt on the 
bed to roll the safety onto my blooming erection as 
Melanie watched me intently.

"Want to help?" I grinned.

She demurred, but at my urging, she finally did, 
giggling as she awkwardly rolled the latex down over my 
very ready organ. I began to wonder how much sexual 
experience she'd had prior to the accident.

I moved over on top of her and she helped by guiding my 
reborn erection to her darkly fringed crotch. I had to 
push her legs apart again, and then pull her knee up, 
but once I got down on her and pressed the head of my 
cock into her slightly dry vagina, things got easier. 
The lubrication on the condom helped. I took several 
slow and gentle strokes, testing the waters so to say, 
feeling her become looser and a little wetter, and then 
bracing on my elbows as she held her arms around my 
neck, I began to ride on her with a gentle rhythm.

The second fuck is always slower and less urgent so it 
was no trouble to go easy on her. I stayed relaxed, 
taking the time to enjoy her growing response. She may 
have worried about it, but getting right down to it, 
she was every bit as good as many non-crippled girls. 
There's no such thing as a bad fuck, and some are even 
better. 

Her breath was beginning to whistle in my ear and I 
could feel the sweat beginning to pop out on her chest 
and sides so I asked her,

"Mel, Honey, are you getting close?"

"I don't know," she whimpered. "I'm not sure I can, so 
you just go ahead."

"Just relax," I told her. "You just tell me when you 
want it."

I took up a quicker pace, humping her with longer, 
faster strokes and I was almost at the breaking point 
when she finally whispered for me to do it. I did, 
plunging into her without holding back, the bed 
bouncing and her legs flopping as I came, bursting into 
the condom to swell the tip with me eager sperm. 

The downside of using a latex safety is that once 
you've come, it gets risky to keep on pumping on a 
woman and you have to call a halt. I was still about 
half hard then as I grasped the base of the rubber and 
eased out of her. I couldn't really tell if she had 
climaxed, but she certainly had seemed to enjoy it when 
I came. As I came up to my knees, looking for a good 
place to dispose of the used condom, Melanie surprised 
me by taking the soggy thing from my hand and gazing at 
the stuff sloshing around in the end of it.

"Looks like a lot," she commented.

"Thanks," I replied.

"Did you ever get a girl pregnant?"

"Not that I know of, thank heavens. I guess I'm pretty 
careful."

"Hm. Have you ever tasted your own stuff?"

It was a hell of a question and of course I replied 
that I hadn't.

Melanie did a strange thing then. She turned the condom 
upside down and let the semen dribble out all over her 
breasts and stomach. She smeared it around on her body 
and then looked up at me with a peculiar gleam in her 
wide eyes.

"We can wipe it off, or you can lick it off, either 
way."

She was handing me a very erotic challenge and I 
accepted it. I began to lick up the semen from her 
boobs and then her belly, repressing my natural gag 
reflex and trying not to taste it, when I realized that 
Melanie was acting funny. She was breathing fast and 
groaning softly, her upper body arching into my moving 
tongue. She was orgasming, getting off from my licking 
my own virile slime from her body. She let out one 
long, low groan, went rigid and then relaxed.

I had to ask: "Holy cow, woman! Is that how you really 
get off?"

Melanie shrugged, looking slightly embarrassed. "I 
don't know. I've never done anything like that before. 
It just seemed like, uh, something real sexy to do so I 
asked you."

The sexy little bitch! Up to that point, it had been 
fun, and maybe something I wouldn't mind doing again, 
but after that, I knew that I had to be with her again 
and again.

"Do you think you could come any other way?"

"I don't know," she replied. "I'd like to go on the 
Pill though because I'd like to have your gooey old 
stuff go right up in me, even if I can't feel it."

So maybe the other guys wonder why I'm going steady 
with a girl who rides around in a wheelchair; but I 
don't give a damn, and they don't have to know why. 
Maybe Melanie can't dance, or can't move her bottom 
parts so well, or have a climax the usual way, but man, 
when we're in bed, that woman can suck the life out of 
me and beg for more. 

She loves my semen in her, on her, all over her, or 
anyway at all, and that brings her to a sizzling climax 
every time. 

END

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