It wasn't much, just a
single room efficiency apartment with a small bath, but it was
Until Keri could get
back on her feet, it would do. Of course, she'd never really
get back on her feet, not her real feet at least. They were
both gone now along with the rest of both legs just below her
remember all that much after arriving in the city at the end
of the long ride from their home in southern Ohio for her
freshman year on a volleyball scholarship...just some random
foggy flashes...the scream of crumpling metal...the fire...the
brightly lit operating room. It wasn't until later, almost
five days later, that she learned even the sketchiest of
The room was dimly
lit when she initially blinked awake, the soft beep of an
unseen machine ringing in her ears. At first it was all she
could do to keep her eyes open. When she tried to move her
head, the beeping machine picked up in volume and blared
incessantly. A moment later, a figure bent over her, the face
blurred and unrecognized.
there, take it easy...don't try to move....”
happened...?” Keri managed to croak, her tongue
seemingly swollen, her throat extremely dry.
“Here, take a
small sip,” a woman said placing the tip of a straw
between Keri's lips, “just a little for now.”
The first drops of
water reaching her mouth told Keri how truly parched she was.
She thirstily sucked at the straw, with some of the water
dribbling on to her cheek and down over her chin.
enough for now,” the woman said softly, taking the straw
away from Keri's dry lips and wiping away the excess with a
tissue, “just rest some now.”
Keri wanted to ask
for more but the room darkened around her as she drifted back
She next awakened
to a glimmer of sunlight streaming in from a window off to one
side. She tried to sit up but found she couldn't move any part
of her body except her eyes.
waking up again,” a distantly familiar voice called out
anxiously as a woman hovered over her.
As her eyes
focused, Keri recognized her mother's younger sister peering
down at her. A nurse, Amy presumably, rushed into the room and
fiddled with something off to the side before placing her hand
on Keri's forehead.
Keri mumbled. “What...why are you...where is...?”
Her aunt hesitated
a moment before saying anything, struggling to retain her
“There was an
accident...a terrible accident,” Katie said softly,
tears clearly welling up in her eyes, “you were badly
hurt but...you will recover...but....”
trailed off as a tear rolled down her cheek to splash on
Keri's hand. A terrible feeling of apprehension crept over
sorry,” Katie responded, her lips quivering as the tears
streamed down her face, “they both died in the crash.”
Between bouts of
crying, Katie explained their car was t-boned by a semi that
ran a red light when an overworked, sleep deprived driver
apparently nodded off. Keri's parents were killed instantly
and she was only saved by two nearby pedestrians who dragged
her from the crushed, burning car. As she finished that part
of the story, Katie stopped for a moment and just looked sadly
more,” she sighed taking Keri's hand in hers, “about
Keri interrupted. “When can I get out of here?”
sorry,” Katie murmured again, “the doctors did
everything they could...but there was just too much
“What are you
talking about?” Keri demanded frantically.
Keri...they had to cut off both of your legs!” Katie
blurted out and burst into tears again.
“But I can
feel my feet...they itch,” Keri cried out, stunned by
what her aunt just said.
Her arms were
restrained, with needles and tubes implanted in both, so she
couldn't remove the sheet to see for herself. Keri's eyes
pleaded with her aunt and after a moments hesitation, Katie
pulled the sheet aside.
Keri stared in
horror at the bandaged stumps that ended just below both of
her knees. Then she just cried and cried and cried....
….So there she
stood, resting her weight on the crutches under her arms,
still not comfortable enough to walk or stand solely on the
prosthesis with which she had been recently fitted. Marcella,
the grandmotherly aide from the rehab hospital, fumbled with
the lock for a few seconds before opening the door and
stepping aside. Keri shuffled into the apartment that would be
her home for the foreseeable future.
The hundred year old
building two doors down the street from the rehab hospital had
been recently totally renovated. In return for some incentives
from the city, the owners included one handicap and wheelchair
accessible unit on each floor, directly across from the
elevator. With the help of the social worker at the rehab
facility, Keri managed to get the one on the third floor of
the five story building. A single large window in the main
room, as well as a much smaller one with frosted glass in the
bath, opened to a fifteen foot wide air shaft.
“Do you need
anything else?” Marcella asked as she put away some
“No thanks, you
have already done more than enough. Get going so you don't
miss your bus.”
Marcella pushed the
motorize wheelchair over to Keri, patted her softly on the
shoulder and left. Keri immediately sat, anxious to remove the
prosthesis that chafed the stumps of her legs. She smiled to
herself recalling her first fitting....
tall are...were...you, before the accident?” the kindly
technician with a closely cropped graying beard asked as he
gently ran his hands over the inside of her knees and examined
the still tender stumps of her legs.
Keri responded wistfully.
“Want to be
“What do you
“Do you want
to stand 5-10 again?”
always kind of wanted to be six feet even, since I was always
the tallest girl around anyway,” Keri answered with a
“We can do
that,” he responded with a big grin and soft pat to the
inside of her thigh, “no extra charge either....”
later, Keri sat in the wheelchair sipping the last of her
wine, the empty dinner dishes stacked in the sink. She really
wasn't old enough to buy wine yet but Marcella certainly was.
Her parents always considered it most civilized to enjoy a
glass with dinner. She had done so since she was a little
She felt tears welling
up in her eyes again. Her parents had been so excited about
their planned excursion to see the fall foliage and visit a
few well regarded bed and breakfasts and small country
restaurants after dropping her at school. She sighed and
opened her laptop to see an email waiting from her aunt.
Katie was Keri's sole
living adult relative. She stayed at the hospital for as long
as she could but the demands of her own three children under
ten required her to return home on the West Coast. Before she
left, she engaged the services of an attorney to take care of
the many issues, financial and otherwise, that Keri faced.
Realizing they were on
the hook for a massive settlement, the trucking company
assumed all the costs of Keri's hospitalization and
rehabilitation. They even agreed to purchase the house back in
southern Ohio at full appraised price. The lawyer assured her
she would not want for money in the future.
Her aunt's email
detailed how the furniture, and other possessions at the old
house Keri requested be saved, were packed and in storage with
a moving company, ready to be sent to her when she was ready.
Keri really did appreciate what Katie and others had done for
her so far but she was lonely and somewhat depressed. Tomorrow
would be another long day of painful rehabilitation.
She lay in her bed in
the dark listening to the muffled sounds of the city coming in
through the open window in the apartment. Just before drifting
off to sleep, she thought she heard something vaguely
familiar, a low undulating moan that grew to a loud shriek
before fading to silence.
It took Keri a moment
to realize when she often had heard such sounds before... and
one last time the night before they left home. Whenever her
mother and father were having sex, the sounds of her mother's
moans and father's grunts carrying clearly through the thin
walls of their old house.
Keri didn't have much
experience with sex herself. She was a virgin if you didn't
count the hairbrush handle or that time in the back of Eddie
Alston's car when he put his hands down between her legs and
slid his fingers inside her pussy slit through her panties.
She felt a familiar
tingle between her legs, the same she always felt listening to
her parent's cries of pleasure every time she heard them have
sex. For the first time since that last night at home, Keri
slipped her hand down over her belly, lightly touching the
sensitive nub of her clit.
Her finger ran through
the now tangled growth of her flaming red cunt hair. The long
silky hair that stretched almost to the top of her ass, that
she had cultivated since a little girl, was gone, shaved off
to allow the doctors to stitch closed several gashes in her
scalp. Now the hair on her head was matched by the short
scraggly bush growing between her legs.
While in high school,
she and the other volleyball players always kept their pussies
shaved smooth, except Sherrie Richards who maintained a narrow
strip of cunt hair just above her slit...so the three dumb
football players she claimed to fuck regularly wouldn't get
lost trying to find her pussy hole she always said.
Right then Keri needed
to release the tension gripping her groin. She reached under
her t-shirt and pinched one of her stiff pink nipples as she
increased the pressure of the finger swirling inside her
cotton panties around her throbbing clit. Every moan coming
through the window added to the intense warmth growing between
her legs until, with a sharp yelp of her own, a quick hard
orgasm coursed through her body.
Keri clamped her
thighs around her hand until the trembling that engulfed her
body slowly faded away. She lay breathing raggedly for a few
moments until she realized the sounds that precipitated her
first orgasm in a long time had also ceased. She fell asleep
with her fingers still resting between the moist folds of her
The next morning, she
awoke to the lingering scent of her own sex and touch of
crusty cunt hair between her legs. Maybe she was finally
recovering, recalling with growing arousal the self induced
pleasure of the night before and how much she missed regularly
cumming on her own fingers as she had for all of her teenage
The climax she rubbed
from her cunt right then was even stronger than the night
Even at the most
torturous moments during her rehab session that day, her
thoughts kept drifting back to the anonymous sounds of the
woman having sex and the pleasure she enjoyed on her own hand
as she listened. By the time she got to the showers, her
panties were soaked with more than the sweat from her
exertions throughout the day.
After dinner that
night, even lathering the stumps of her legs with lotion to
alleviate the chafing from the prosthesis aroused her. She sat
in her wheelchair next to the window in the darkened
apartment, wearing only a thin t-shirt, hoping to get a
glimpse of the woman or couple that so excited her the night
before. Of course, she had no idea if she would be able to see
anyone given the limited field of vision from her window or
even if whoever they were would pick up where they left off.
From her window, Keri
had a direct line of sight into the apartment directly across
from hers, as well as the ones on either side of that. She
couldn't see much in the ones to the sides of those, and
practically nothing in the ones on the floors above and below
her own. Not that it mattered much since drapes or blinds were
drawn closed on all of them and a light indicating anyone was
even home only glowed in one at the end. Right then there just
wasn't anything to see.
Keri held her breath
and sat as quietly as she could manage, hoping to at least
hear the woman again like the night before. What was she
doing? Was she alone or was someone else touching her, licking
her, fucking her?
The memory of those
moans reverberated in her head. Her nipple stiffened between
two fingers, sending a twinge to her hairy groin. She spread
the folds of her pussy lips with two fingers, pulling back on
the fleshy hood encasing her throbbing clitoris. In the dark,
she couldn't see the moist pink gash framed by her flaming red
pubic hair, but she could feel the first drops of her wetness
oozing down across her anus.
Her breathing became
ragged. She forgot all about staying quiet to listen as the
next touch on the hard nub of her clit sent an electric like
shock throughout her body. Her back arched and her entire body
tensed. She couldn't rub her clit, or pinch her nipple, hard
enough as the orgasm surged through her body like a giant
rogue wave crashing on a beach, washing everything away in its
She woke up still
sitting in her wheelchair by the window, the first hints of
the gray morning light peeking down the air shaft. The aroma
of her own sex again wafted up from the hair topping her
pussy, still sticky with her dried juices. She brought her
fingers to her nose, deeply inhaling the sensuous scent as she
fingered herself to yet another quick, sharp climax.
Keri didn't bother
with a shower before getting dressed and going to rehab. She
liked the idea of her crusty cunt hair filling her panties and
brushing against her mound all day.
And so it went, day
after day. She spent most of her waking hours learning to walk
on her new legs. Every night she would sit by the window,
hoping to see or hear the woman who once awakened her with
sensual moans. She would sometimes get so aroused in
anticipation, she would masturbate to a sloppy orgasm. Most
times she would then put herself to bed but occasionally slept
in the wheelchair.
As she edged herself
to yet another not quite satisfying orgasm late one evening, a
light snapped on for the first time in the apartment off to
her right. She stopped with her finger splitting her wet slit,
the tip of her clit throbbing against her finger.
For a moment, nothing
happened. Then a man in his early thirties she recognized from
occasional encounters in the elevator threw open the drapes
and raised the tall window as high as it would go.
He stood for a few
seconds, taking in the air. His eyes darted back and forth
around the air shaft, apparently searching for any prying
eyes. Obviously satisfied after a few minutes, he stripped off
his shirt, let it fall to the floor and unbuckled his belt.
His jeans soon followed the shirt and he stood there in just
tight black briefs, made even more snug by the obvious lump
between his legs.
The man was no more
than twenty five feet away from her as he rubbed the palm of
his right hand over the growing bulge several times. With a
final look around the air shaft, he hooked his thumbs in the
waistband of his underwear and pulled them down over his
Keri's breath caught
in her throat. She had no experience with the male member. The
time Eddie Alston fingered her, she rubbed the hump in his
crotch until he yelped and a wet stain seeped through the
fabric of his jeans. She had watched a few porn videos during
sleepovers in high school but she had no real world idea
about, or experience with, a man's cock.
When the guy took his
stiffening dick in his hand and stroked it slowly a couple of
times, Keri pressed her fingertip into her own wet pussy hole,
the well-known warm prickling growing in her groin. Then he
turned around and bent over to open a laptop on the coffee
table, his half hard dick and hefty ball sac dangling between
his legs beneath his puckered asshole. Keri's pussy twitched
against her finger and she pinched one of her erect nipples
with her free hand.
Sitting on his couch a
few moments later, the guy leaned forward to enter something
into the laptop's keyboard then settled back, stroking his
cock in one hand and pinching his own nipples with the other.
While she couldn't see the screen, Keri imagined he was
watching porn...maybe of a woman...a redhead like herself
perhaps...riding a cock...her tits flopping wildly as she
groaned one orgasm after another while a thick dick plunged
deep into her cunt.
Keri pulled her hand
away from her pussy, pausing the orgasm threatening to explode
from her cunt at any second. She wanted to see what the guy
would do clearly. After all, this was the very first time she
ever watched a guy jerk off in person.
When his strokes
became faster, Keri resumed gently swirling her fingers around
her pulsating clit. She didn't know if he was close to cumming
but she sure was and she had no intention of stopping this
After a couple of more
minutes, his body tensed, his legs stretching out as his
thighs began to tremble. His fist became a blur stroking his
cock until his back arched, his face turned a bright red.
Spurt after spurt of creamy white sperm shot on to his chest
As he collapsed back
into the sofa with droplets of his jism dripping down over his
sides, Keri massaged her own pussy furiously. When her orgasm
began, she bit into the back of her hand to keep from crying
out. By the time she was done, the guy got up and stepped to
the window, pausing a moment with his now flaccid dick
swinging between his thighs before pulling the drapes closed.
Keri sat in a puddle
of her own juices on the seat of the wheelchair wondering how
it would feel to have a hard cock plunge into her pussy, to
experience warm sticky cum shooting inside her cunt before
dripping down her inner thighs, to taste warm jism covering
her tongue and oozing down her throat. She fingered herself to
yet another orgasm before pulling herself into bed and letting
sleep take her away.
The next morning,
before leaving for her daily torture session laughingly called
rehab, she went online and found a variety of sex toys. She
ordered a vibrator that looked to be about the same size and
shape as the cock of the guy from across the air shaft. Keri
wanted that toy buried inside her pussy the next time she
surreptitiously watched him jerk off.
Over the next couple
of weeks, she secretly observed him from time to time although
there didn't seem to be any set schedule. She learned to time
her orgasms with the vibrator deep in her pussy to when his
cum shot over his hand and belly. It was better than just
using her fingers but still left her frustrated and wanting.
Shortly after she
watched him cum on his hand again and fingered herself to
another climax with the vibrator buried in here pussy, Keri
heard the moans again...the sensuous groans of a woman having
an orgasm. To her left, there was a dim light from the bath
barely illuminating a bed where a woman was riding up and down
on a man's hips.
The light was too low
to make out much detail, but Keri could see the woman's head
was thrown back as she thrashed her hips, her tits flopping
about wildly. Keri's pussy clenched even before her finger
found her pulsing clit.
Keri's orgasm flooded
her body as she watched the woman eagerly impale herself on
that dick. Then the woman rolled to her side and got on her
knees with her face buried in the sheets. The man crawled up
behind her, the outline of his rigid cock silhouetted in the
dim light for just a few seconds before he plunged back into
the woman's cunt.
His grunts grew
louder. Keri matched the pace of his cock ramming into the
woman with the speed with which she jammed her vibrator in and
out of her own pussy. One orgasm after another surged through
Keri's cunt, spreading out through her entire body like the
ripples following a stone being thrown into a pond...more like
one stone after another in a seemingly unending series of
Finally, the man
stiffened and pulled the woman's hips against him even harder,
grunting loudly. Keri could only imagine how that felt...warm
sticky jism shooting into the woman's pussy...filling her
pounding cunt...drizzling down the inside of her thighs. He
collapsed on top of her back and rolled to his side. They
cuddled together for a few minutes before the woman got up and
turned off the light in the bathroom, throwing the room into
total darkness. Keri sat staring at the darkened window until
she began to nod off to sleep herself.
A month or so later,
she returned home early from rehab in the middle of the
afternoon. By then she used a wheeled walker instead of
crutches for support as she moved.
When she approached
the elevator, two woman already stood there talking quietly.
One was about her own age, with short cropped black hair and
an athletic body inside her jeans and frilly blouse. The other
was somewhat older, perhaps her mid forties, with shoulder
length brown hair and dressed in casual business attire.
The door opened and
the younger one smiled at Keri and held it while the other
woman pressed the third floor button. They let Keri exit first
then walked down the hall toward the other side of the
building chatting happily while she let herself into her
Keri didn't think much
else about them as she sat on her bed spreading soothing
lotion over her chafed stumps, wondering when her legs would
finally become accustomed to the prosthesis. She didn't hold
out much hope....
how's the weather up there?” the kindly prosthetic tech
chuckled as Keri shambled into the exam room.
she responded with a giggle. “Clear enough through the
clouds I can see you lost even more hair from the top of your
should have made you five feet tall...not six!” he
laughed then leaned against the wall with his arms crossed
before continuing. “Still having some adjustment
problems? You know the drill, walk back and forth a couple of
Keri did as he
asked as he observed her closely.
that's enough, hop up on the table and take them off,”
he said after she made three passes.
As Keri undid the
straps, he stepped in front of her.
swinging your legs around, the left more than the right,
instead of striding forward. That's what's causing the chafing
on the stumps. Lay back and let me take a look.”
She pulled her
running shorts up as far as she could and laid back on her
elbows. Ever so gently he reached up and pulled the stump sock
down over her right knee, his fingertips brushing softly over
her upper thigh. Keri shivered and squirmed a little, an
unexpected jolt of pleasure rising up her inner thigh. He
looked up questioningly.
she hurriedly explained.
examined the stump for a moment and made an adjustment to the
soft inner lining of that artificial leg then repeated the
action for the left. When he was satisfied, he lathered some
ointment over the sore red spots.
flat, raise and spread your legs so I can see what's going on
with the straps.” he said quietly.
Keri needed straps
since both legs were amputated too close to the knee to allow
other attachment alternatives. Since the accident, she had
been poked and prodded and examined by so many people in so
many ways in so many places she didn't think anything about
She felt his
fingertips tenderly pressing against the sore spots on her
thighs, while spreading and raising them even further. When
she looked up, his eyes were locked on her crotch while he
continued to knead her leg.
It took her a
moment to realize how exposed her pussy was to him, her
flaming red cunt hair peeking out from under her white cotton
panties. As he moved her leg even more, she could feel the
gusset of those panties pull to the side, giving him a clear
view of pink flesh on the inside of her pussy slit.
The very idea that
he was leering at her that way turned her on. She wondered if
he saw the droplet of her juices that seeped down down through
her cunt hair. Was his dick hard? Would he go home and jerk
off thinking about her pussy? Could an old man in his late
forties like him even jerk off anymore?
The moment passed.
He let go of her legs and made some adjustment to the straps
while she pulled the stump socks back up over her thigh. While
he was turned away, she quickly ran a finger over the outside
of her panties, feeling the growing damp spot.
That night, she
fucked herself with her vibrator, imagining it to be the old
man with his scrubs pulled down around his ankles....
sharp yelp came through the open window from the air shaft.
Through the sheer fabric of her window coverings, she saw some
movement directly across the way. Keri crawled into her
wheelchair, rolled close to the window and cautiously looked
through the opening between the panels.
The two women from the
elevator stood in a passionate embrace barely twenty feet from
Keri. They either didn't notice or didn't care that their
window was open and the breeze blew the curtain aside until it
snagged on something off to one side, giving Keri an
unobstructed view of the entire room.
They were kissing and
groping each other furiously, each tearing at the others
clothing until both wore only lacy panties. The older woman
bent forward, sucking the others nipples into her mouth even
as her hand slipped under the waistband of the younger woman's
silky panties. Her knuckles stretched out the satiny material
while sliding up and down in the younger woman's pussy slit.
The younger woman
threw her head back and let out a loud groan. She fell
backward on to the bed as the older woman pulled and tugged at
those panties until they slipped down over her ankles. She
looked up grinning broadly as the older woman stood over her,
looking down at the girl's smooth bare pussy for a moment
before pulling down her own thong and kneeling to lick the
younger one's swollen pussy lips.
Keri's cunt twitched
and she could feel her own wetness dripping down over her
upper thigh. She leaned closer to the curtains, trying to get
a better look without being seen herself. The younger woman
gripped the others hair in both hands and pulled her face into
her pussy as she writhed and moaned on the bed, unaware or not
caring that she was being really loud.
Then it dawned on
Keri...she was probably the only other person home at this
time of day...and those two women knew it.
Her clit throbbed
demanding attention but Keri wasn't sure if it was because she
might be caught looking at them or they wanted her to watch
and...as her climax surged through her body...she didn't care.
The two women changed
places, with the younger one fingering and licking the older
one's hairy cunt. The older woman loudly groaned then shrieked
as her orgasm flooded her body, her pussy juices splashing on
the younger woman's face before her legs clamped around the
younger woman's head. By then, Keri was fucking herself
furiously with her vibrator while rubbing her engorged clit.
By the time Keri came
down from her own orgasmic highs, the two women were cuddling
together on their bed, apparently spent themselves. The older
woman got up and moved out of Keri's line of sight. The
younger one stood and stretched her body before walking over
to the open window. She cupped her tits with both her hands,
looked directly at Keri and smiled before pulling the curtains
Keri turned the
vibrator still inside her pussy back on high.
It was a week or so
before Keri next saw the young woman. She was leaving
especially early one morning to take care of a few errands
before rehab. The elevator door opened and the young woman
almost bumped into her as she exited, apparently just coming
“Oh excuse me,”
she said stepping to the side and holding out her hand to keep
Keri from falling. “I wasn't paying attention.”
“No problem, I
shouldn't have been standing so close to the door,” Keri
responded, the touch on her elbow sending a pleasant shiver
through her body.
The young woman seemed
to look Keri over intently, her eyes roaming unabashedly up
and down Keri's body. For her part, Keri looked at the young
woman's loose fitting blouse and tight jeans and envisioned
her ample tits with the dark brown nipples and her bare smooth
pussy. With a wry smile, the young woman removed her hand from
“Maybe I'll see
you around again sometime,” the young woman murmured.
“Damn, I wish I
had an ass like that,” Keri thought to herself as she
watched the young woman go down the corridor until she
disappeared around the corner.
About a year after the
accident, Keri realized it was time for her to move on. She
made a last visit to the prosthetic technician for a final
fitting of several new sets of appliances, one very
utilitarian for every day use, one dressier that mimicked
actual legs and one for running.
She made a point of
wearing a skirt with a lacy thong underneath and no bra,
knowing full well that when she lay on the exam table and he
pushed her thighs apart, the thong would ride up in her pussy
slit and her red cunt hair would spill out around the edges of
His eyebrow crooked
upward and he smiled when she walked in wearing the skirt.
After chatting briefly, she climbed on the exam table removed
the prosthesis she was using and let him gently fondle her
thighs. It did seem his fingers moved closer than ever to her
pussy and lingered there. She didn't mind at all, relishing
the rising red flush of his face as he undoubtedly saw the wet
stain growing in the thin fabric pulled up tightly between the
puffy folds of her pussy lips.
Even in his scrubs,
she could see the bulge between his legs when she got off the
table and straightened her skirt. Before leaving, she leaned
over and kissed him lightly on the top of his balding head,
giving him an unimpeded view down her loose blouse at her
erect pink nipples capping her plump tits. When she got home,
she treated herself to a long slow orgasm, picturing the old
man jerking himself off thinking about her until his cum
gushed over his fingers. She really wished she could see that
She enrolled in the
university to pick up where her life left off. To avoid a long
commute, she decided to give up her apartment and find another
closer to the school, one large enough to house the stuff she
still had stored back home...one with the singular most
important must have amenity for her now...an air shaft.