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                              Wheelchair Sex
                                    by
                                   Rich
     "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."
     "Naw," 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 theat
time I really needed the ego shot of having a pretty girl - even one
in a wheelchair - with a
crush on me.  My fiancee 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, Dorris 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 attachted 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-pittying 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 inisde 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 fulll 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 dont
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
essense, 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
virle 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 labae 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, tenative 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
essense.  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 demured, 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 beginnng 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 virle 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 botton 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. 
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