Deli

"Joan, my lovely, 'that' could be arranged."

"I figured. When can you work me into the line of beauties begging to be with you?"

"Ha. Fat chance that happens."

"Why, 'cause of the leg?"

"Yeah, they run when they see my stump or even learn I just have one leg."

"Fools...I wouldn't."

"But you have a stump, you probably understand."

"Does it matter? Besides, I think a man with one leg is sexy." She takes his hand for a moment.

-

Joan rests her head on Pete's thigh and wipes a glob of jism from the corner of her mouth before fondling his stump. He fingers her slit and toys her bud, still pecking kisses there after another climax.

"Whew," she sighs. "You can do that again, anytime." She parts her thighs more and takes the come-covered head in her mouth for a moment.

"I have a feeling we will." He laughs.

"Good. I never get enough."

"Music to my ears. I love the way you taste."

"Talk about music...." She snickers then wriggles her slit against his mouth. "You can have my pussy all you want." She takes half the shaft and works her lips tightly along it.

He fills her with fingers, pumping and drilling quickly. "Oh god, oh god," she begins moaning repeatedly as before. Her hand strokes him casually, letting her own pleasure take priority. She turns her head and screams into the stump as another climax overtakes her.

"Give a poor cripple a break," she teases, still letting her lips kiss the end of his stump.

"You promised me your story."

"Yeah, I guess I did."

"Well, confess." He chuckles. His hand rubs the top of her thigh then the other. "Hmmm." He rubs again.

"Don't tell me you want them off."

"I bet you've dreamed about that."

"Maybe I have."

"Hey, it's okay."

"How much should I have off, then?"

"If we were married and I was rich...." He chuckles.

"Yeah, go with that dream for a moment."

"Well, then all of each or maybe a bit of a stump on one side and all the other."

"Think of how nicely your mouth would fit down there with no thighs in the way." She laughs.

Joan reaches for her foot then pulls it behind her neck, locking it behind the shoulder. She stretches out again, seeming as relaxed and comfortable as before. She wiggles the toes on the other foot and flexes the ankle, letting the hand rest on the folded hip.

"Like this?" She musses, moving the arm stump about.

"How'd you...."

"I've always been limber. I used to sit around with both legs like this. Sometimes I'd put on a short skirt and walk about on my hands. Some of the adults thought I was cute, others twisted and sick."

"Not sick."

"Uh-huh. It took me years to understand and I hid my feelings."

"Didn't you tell anyone?"

"My sister. Her parents adopted me, so I guess she isn't 'really' my sister. Susan and I would pretend to be missing arms, legs, whatever. She got it. Later I understood she had her own issues. Anyway...."

Joan continues to lie casually with the foot contorted behind her. Pete rubs the folded hip and fondles it as though a stump. "Oh man...."

"You really like that."

"I've never seen a woman wrap a foot behind her. Whoa. But that look, that is fantastic."

"And if my leg was off at the hip?"

"I'd be worshiping at your pussy twenty-four seven." He grins. "Sorry, that came out coarser than I meant."

"Not a problem. I like the thought." She laughs, leaving the foot behind her. "Try it out."

He begins kissing the folded hip and her slit. "No," she begs. "Do me." He licks her deeply. "No one has been in me like this, please."

-

Susan sits in the powered wheelchair with the foot pulled under her hip and fluffs the skirt until it dangles over the end of the folded knee.

"Yeah, like that," Paul encourages. "That looks fantastic."

She drives about the large house imagining the leg is gone like the other. He follows on crutches wearing only khaki short pants with the end of the stump peeking out.

"I can't keep up," he begs, laughing.

"Guess we need to get another one."

"We can take turns."

"I don't know, Susan." He drags a hand over his pants then grips the erection. "I don't know."

-

Pete pulls her other foot towards her head and Joan moves enough to accept it behind her. He then lowers himself onto her, sliding easily inside.

"Oh-h, baby," she moans, sensing the closest thing to not having legs while making love.

Pete grunts a few times, slamming the full length of his shaft into her. His stump falls against one legless hip each time.

"Yeah! Yeah-h," she calls loudly. Her arm stump reaches for his face and he dips it close enough to feel it rub his lips. "Fuckin' great."

"I wish we could...."

"We will. I know we will."

-

Joan steps from the shower and dries when Susan knocks on the door. After a quick exchange of words, Susan opens it and leans against the counter. She gives a though look.

"Missed you," Joan says rubbing the towel through her short blue hair.

"Sorry, Paul and I hooked up nicely."

"It's okay, I met someone."

"Oh? Not Roger."

"Him, nah. Pete, the bartender over at the bar. I didn't realize he was missing a leg."

"Lucky you. Is it a nice stump?"

"It lit my fire." She laughs. "He had fun teasing about me missing my legs...like we used to do."

"You pull your feet behind your neck? God, that was always fun to watch."

"Yup. He 'did' me that way. I wish it were for real. That is my one big regret."

"The four of us need to have dinner and talk."

"Paul, what's he got going in this area?"

"Did you know he has one leg?"

"Come on-n. No way."

"Yup, same doctor that did ours. My heart still pounds a mile a minute."

"Did you tell him?"

"He had a powered wheelchair and let me pretend in it."

"Oh, god. No way."

-

The barbeque grill sizzles with burgers soon after Paul leads Pete out to the patio. The guys both are on crutches, wearing short pants and tee shirts. Susan drags Joan into the den where the powered wheelchair waits.

"Beer?" Paul quizzes, pointing at a cooler. "Get me one too."

Pete grabs a bottle, pops the top and hands it to him then does the same for himself.

"How's the stump?" Pete asks, banging the bottles together then sipping. He holds the bottle up. "That hits the spot for sure."

"Great. Guess you heard I wanted it off this way."

"Your secret is safe with me, man. I was thrilled to learn about the women. Sure caught me off guard."

"Should have seen me when I interviewed Joan and then Susan the very next day. Never been that close to two women missing limbs."

"Probably messed with your mind a little."

"Oh, man, did it ever."

"I'd seen Joan at the bar a few times. We started talking the other night, don't know, it just felt right for a change."

"Have you been a bartender long?"

"Yeah. Ten years or so."

"Ever managed one?"

"Sure, several...not now. Who'd want to own up to managing the hole in the wall dive where I work now?" He laughs. "Why?"

"These are ready. Let them know."

"Sure."

Pete wanders though the large house until he hears giggling. He looks in the room and Joan and Susan are taking turns with the powered wheelchair.

"Ah, so this is where the real action is." He chuckles. "Burgers are ready. We need to fix our buns."

"Honey, you have nice buns," Joan says, pulling her whole arm into her blouse so it will look like she doesn't have arms. "Poor me is helpless. Will you fix my buns?" She juts her hips out suggestively towards him.

"Ah, maybe a little lube first," Susan teases, dragging her hand over his pants. "I'd like to watch you put this in there." She rubs it firmly a few times.

"Paul...." He stammers.

"Paul's taken. By me, lover boy," she says, giving him a deep kiss.

"Burgers!" Paul yells from the kitchen.

"Geez," Susan moans. "I see what Joan likes about you. Bet Paul would like to watch you do both of us. He likes to watch."

"Or you could watch," Joan says, walking out of the room with the arm still tucked inside the blouse.

"Hey," she says to Paul, twisting her fake armless shoulders. "That job is working out well."

"Look at you! I had a feeling, I just didn't know how to say it."

"Maybe later, we could do some exploring." She pushes the arm out the sleeve. "Susan sure looks good in the wheelchair, like she was born to be without legs."

"Uh-huh. Haven't been able to sit in it since she found it." He laughs.

"Paul, you look handsome without the leg."

"Yeah, he does," coos Susan, sitting in the wheelchair. "You should see him naked." She makes a soft moaning sound.

"Makes my panties wet."

"Whose panties are wet?" Pete quizzes.

"Around you, baby...mine," Joan coos, wrapping her arm around his waist and pulling against him, letting her mouth take his.

"Buns, everyone," Paul says, tapping a knife against a plate. "More beer in the fridge."

With effort, everyone carries something to the large glass table on the patio by the swimming pool. The guys make an extra trip to bring more beer.

"Whoa, great day," Susan says, looking at Pete rubbing his stump then sipping from his bottle.

Pete takes her in for a long moment, the opening of the bottle hovering in front of his lips before sipping. "When Joan told me...." He sips again. "I was overwhelmed."

"What part?" She chuckles.

"I don't know where to begin. I mean, even that she wanted her arm off."

"When I first talked to Joan," Paul begins. "I wondered. She seemed so confident and let it just hang out like that. Then, when I met Susan. Oh my god, I was so in love."

"Isn't he sweet," Susan, musses.

"Peg leg. Huh?" Paul says to Pete.

He relates the story of the friend of his father's and how the image of the man stuck with him. "So, I had a chance to have the amputation." He eats another bite of burger.

"I've been afraid of my feelings all my life," Paul says. "I wear my leg out in public. Few know I'm even an amputee, much less how come."

"Same here," Susan says. "It's hard to hide the fact I'm an amputee and I won't wear any hardware."

"Prosthesis and peg, that's it for me," Pete says, finishing the burger.

"More?" Paul asks.

Pete waves a hand and shakes his head then lets a small burp escape. "Excuse me. That was a great burger." He lets his hand fall against his stump then massages. "Can't believe how satisfying it is to be around others with the same need."

"A freedom not usually found," Joan says.

"Everyone feel free to go for a swim."

"No swimsuit," Susan says.

"No one will see but us." Paul laughs.

Joan pushes the plate away and swigs the last of her beer. Quietly and without suggestion, she pulls her foot behind her neck and locks it behind her as she had for Pete. She sits, watching the clouds roll past, and teases a nipple hidden under the tee shirt with a fingertip. She continues to sit as though it was the most natural thing to do.

"She wants her leg off, or both," Pete comments, leaning casually back in the chair and still playing with his stump.

"Yes," Susan whispers. She glances at Joan for a long moment. "She used to do that when were kids. I never expected to have my leg off before her."

"Pete wants me like you...or both off." Joan looks at Susan, then Pete. "Don't you?"

"Not if you don't."

"But if I did, you'd find me more exciting than now."

"Honey, this has to be about what 'you want'." Pete can feel his arousal growing as a piece of him screams 'legless and missing an arm, wow-w'. "Besides, we don't have the money or the relationship worked out."

Susan strips off her clothes then hops calmly to the pool. Paul watches her breasts sway with each hop. "Look at that-t," he drawls.

"Nice ass," Joan playfully says. "Great boobs too. Wish I had some."

"I like yours just as they are," Pete tells her.

"Isn't he sweet?" Without touching her foot, she brings it over her head and lowers it to the patio.

"Susan says she wants her other leg off," Paul says, watching Joan.

Pete slips his short pants off and hops to the pool without comment.

"Yeah, I think if things were right, she would." Joan sees him dive into the water.

"Would it help if you and Pete were settled?"

"Probably, but we just met." She nibbles her lower lip in thought. "I want him though. First man to make me feel good about myself." She shifts in the chair. "Doesn't feel like my old man. I bet Pete wouldn't hit me."

"No, he seems like a wonderful man." Paul pulls the chair closer to Joan. He stump hangs out of the pants leg and he brushes a hand over it a few times. "I own a few restaurants besides the deli chain. One has a bar and the manager is quitting. I was thinking of offering it to Pete. There'd be more money."

"Whoa, meeting you has been a good thing."

"Yeah, getting rid of dickhead has made a world of difference." He laughs. "Maybe I could find an office position for you...something you could do with one or no legs, maybe in a wheelchair."

"Really?"

"Think about. There's no rush and right now, I don't actually have something. If you have any ideas, we can talk when you are ready."

"So you are going to 'help' Susan with the other leg."

"I'd like to and I think she is interested in me."

"I know she is."

"Thanks. That makes me feel good to know. Like you and Pete, of course we just met. This is coming together so fast it scares me a little."

-

Pete and Susan dangle from the edge of the pool, their feet barely touching bottom. The glances seem intensely curious from a short distance.

"You seem good for Joan," Susan says.

"I hope so. She's the first woman to light my fire like that. To be honest, I haven't been very lucky with women."

"I don't know why. If Joan and Paul weren't in the picture, you'd have a good shot with me." She chuckles, swishing the arm stump across the surface of the water.

"You're kind to say that. I'd be a fool to not take you up." He laughs. "Are you thinking about the other leg?" He looks into the water at her body.

"From the looks of things, you find that exciting it seems." She snickers.

"Sorry, can't control that."

"Doesn't bother me. Makes me feel special to know I excite you."

Pete watches her with growing interest. He hopes she won't notice, though she probably does as much as he does. Her arm stump moves across the surface, back and forth, like a canoe paddle. It is just playing. He reaches towards it and takes in his grip, holding its softness loosely. It is longer than Joan's stump, not by much.

She takes the stump away and rubs it against his face, her lips closer. She smiles, then pecks a kiss, her tongue tapping against his mouth but not going inside.

"Hmmm," she purrs quietly, just loud enough for him to hear. She feels his finger brush a nipple then several rub the breast. "Hmmm."

"So different." He whispers. She knows he is comparing her breasts to Joan's flat chest.

"That feels nice." She glances towards Paul talking to Joan. They are completely distracted. She lets her lips touch his again, this time her tongue slips inside his mouth slightly. He cups her short thigh stump, massaging, and she slips the tongue back and forth against his lips.

"Ah," she hears him grunt, assuming he is complaining.

"Sorry," she whispers pulling back slightly, his hand remains on her thigh stump then sliding between the thighs. It wasn't a complaint. "Honey," she coos, pressing her forehead against his chest. "Oh, baby-y." His fingers press though the folds of skin, touching her bud peeking from the hood. "Oh, oh," she quietly pants.

She presses against him and looks past his shoulder. Joan is kissing Paul, though it is impossible to tell who began the kiss. Regardless, they are well beyond a simple peck on the lips. Joan's hand is stroking his member softly, probably hoping for more than a mutual hand job.

"If you don't mind them," she teases before taking his mouth with hers for a moment. "They're 'busy'."

"I'm so lost in you, I don't care."

"Yeah, I don't think it's going to be a problem."

He lifts her by the buttocks and lowers her onto his shaft. She sinks the full length in a single motion then wraps the leg about him, letting his hands move her up and down. She feels his stump rubbing her bottom.

"Geez, man-n...." She moans, teeth against his neck.

"Yeah, you're quite nice too."

-

Pete and Susan work themselves up the wide cement steps at the shallow end of the pool. Her eyes often fixed between his thighs, just as his are on her - she smiles as she stands. A hand reaches for the chrome handrail curving up from a step and she feels him offer a hand against her waist. She notices Joan and Paul no longer sit on the patio or anywhere near.

"I won't try and deny that wasn't nice," she whispers, standing at last. His hand feels as though it should be on her waist, and she smiles again at him.

"It probably shouldn't have...."

She puts two fingers across his lips to silence him. "No, it was good. I wanted it as much as you did."

He nods, leaving his hand against her waist a moment longer. He glances around and notices the same thing she had, without care. "They...." he begins, knowing the answer.

"We teased about this before we ate. Don't worry."

"Do you think she'll like him more than me?"

"And if he does, will that be a problem?"

"No," he simply replies. A moment later he continues. "Paul has money to give you...a future."

"I know. But you know what?" She smiles, rolling her lower lip between her white teeth, watching him shake his head. "You both want us, and we want both of you. I can see Joan and I trading back and forth."

"Hmmm. Really?" His hand slides up and down her side eventually finding the short stump of her thigh.

"When I suggested we all meet, he as much said that. I told him it would make me happy."

They walk inside after drying each other. Leaning against the kitchen island, sipping freshly poured whiskey, they hear the loud moans and screams of Joan echoing though the long hallway.

"Do you think she has one or both feet behind her?" Pete quizzes before clinking the glasses together then taking a sip.

"Ah, both."

They chuckle and let their eyes wander over the other's body.

-

Joan rolls to one side letting her feet come free of her back. Paul regains his breath while watching.

"Wow-w," he drawls.

"Yeah, man. You rocked my world. I might trade models." She laughs.

"Maybe the trade-in doesn't have to be permanent."

"Huh?"

"Didn't you notice your sister with Pete?"

"Yeah, sure. They were making like bunnies out in the pool. So?"

"This house is plenty big. There is a second master suite not used. Pete could have that one, me this one."

"Hmmm. I'm liking the sound of this. Do you think she'll go for it?"

"I do think so, but will you?"

"My legs?"

"When you want...one now the other later, or both now. It's up to you."

-

After dinner, Paul necks on the couch with Joan, feeling everywhere. Their lips lock together for a while and eventually he reclines, pulling her along side.

"They won't care," Susan coos to Pete, her hand dragging suggestively down his chest.

He pulls her tight against him, his stump between her thighs, massaging her towards a climax. "Let's find the other bedroom."

On the bed, he lies back, waving the stump about slowly. She sits and curls her foot around his shaft then begins to stroke. "I used to pretend I didn't have arms." The stroking continues and she listens to his sounds. She spreads the big toe enough to let the shaft slip into the space, still moving along the warm skin.

"None?"

"Yeah. I could write and do a few things."

"Hmmm."

"Which excites you more?" She rubs the big toe around the ridge of the head.

"Both, but not having the other leg most."

"Uh-huh. I can still pretend with the arm." She leans down and takes him in the mouth for a moment, wetting the shaft before continuing with the foot.