The Drive In

Scott removed his left hand and put it on the desk in his dorm room. There really wasn't a great trick to this; he had done it many times before. Having been born without his left hand, and missing one of the bones in his left forearm, putting his hook on and taking it off was something he'd been raised with.

He looked at the shiny steel and plastic device for a moment before putting his shirt on. No, he wouldn't be needing it tonight. There was nothing at Burger King that he couldn't handle easily one-handed, and it would just get in the way later at the drive-in. He checked his image in the mirror one last time. The close-cropped black hair and penetrating blue eyes stared back. Yes, the shave was good. He was ready to go.

In the parking lot he started the motor of his Camero, then killed it again. No, this was not a night to have the top down! He quickly raised the canvas hood over the car and locked it into place. He looked at the watch on his right wrist. He needed to get on with it. Cheryl was waiting!

He started the car again, putting the stick shift into reverse. He stuck the nub of his left wrist through the opening in the steering wheel and spun the wheel hard to the right as he backed out.

Cheryl was waiting in front of her dorm. Scott grinned to himself. 'She can't wait,' he thought!

"You're late, I was worried!" She said as she slid into the passenger seat.

"I got out of lab late," he answered. "I started to call, but decided not to waste the time." He smiled at her out of the side of his mouth. "I couldn't wait to come get you!"

"Sweet-talker!" she said with a giggle.

Scott just smiled back. Cheryl looked hot, her brown hair and eyes contrasted with her fair skin. The simple cotton blouse betrayed the fact that she wore no bra this evening, not that she needed one. She was as ready to go as he was!

Pulling into Burger King, Scott killed the engine. "Let's go in, baby," he said. "We've got at least half an hour to kill before dark."

The girl got out without saying anything, blowing him a kiss across the top of the car. As they walked to the plastic and brick building, she took his stump in her right hand without any self-consciousness. It was simply a way of holding hands.

The sky was turning a deep shade of red by the time they arrived at the drive-in. Scott wheeled into the back row, their usual spot. Cheryl rolled down her window and reached for the speaker. He wondered idly why she bothered. She always turned it down so low that you couldn't understand a word being said, not that either of them ever cared. She dropped the metal cube on the seat beside her, and rolled the window back up. This ritual had been repeated many times in the previous semester, ever since Cheryl had first accepted a date with the strikingly handsome boy.

He'd been sitting with a couple of friends in the student union, sipping a cup of coffee at one of the booths. She and a friend had joined them, and his conversation had captivated her. In fact, it had captivated her so much that she failed to notice that he never put his left hand on the table. She hadn't realized anything until he came to pick her up for dinner the following evening.

When she first saw that steel hook sticking out of his sleeve, she had almost fainted! God! For a guy to be so good looking and then turn out to be a cripple! She hadn't been sure how she was going to make it through the evening, but the dinner had gone as smoothly as a quiet millpond. Scott had charmed her all over again! And, of course, later at the lover's lane he knew about, she found out there was nothing wrong with his kissing or anything else he did. Of course, she was still a couple of dates from finding out just how special this guy was!

The sky was dark enough for the previews to roll.

"It's getting dark later and later," Scott volunteered. "Pretty soon it'll be nine before they start the movie."

She grinned at him. "Sounds like one of us needs to get an apartment next semester," she said with a twinkle. "Or maybe we need to get one together!"

Scott just smiled back. He jerked his head to the right, indicating the empty back seat. "Wanta get comfortable," he asked innocently?

Cheryl answered by crawling between the white leather bucket seats into the back. Scott watched her tight little ass appreciatively. The girl's butt was rock hard!

He was quickly beside her, beginning to slowly undo the buttons of his own shirt. "Can I help?" she asked.

"Be my guest," he replied.

As she began to do with two hands what was sometimes difficult with one, he began to trace the outlines of her nipple through her thin blouse. She smiled. "Want me to do mine first?"

"Just keep doin' what you're doin!"

She finished the buttons of his shirt and helped him slip it off. The definition of his chest belied his disability. She remembered her surprise the first time she had seen him without his artificial hand. The wrist stump was so thin and withered looking that she had assumed his whole arm would be that way, but that wasn't the case at all! Scott lifted! The weight training had developed the upper arm fully as much as his sound right one! She ran her hands across his pecs and down the ribbing of his upper stomach.

"God, you're sexy," she exclaimed!

"I'll be even sexier when you get rid of this thing," he pointed out, pulling the top button on her blouse open.

She nodded agreement. Quickly she stripped out of the top and half turned to face him.

"Okay?"

"Okay," he answered with enthusiasm!

Scott bent forward to give each of her dainty, soft nipples a kiss. On each breast, the kiss turned into a gentle sucking action that lasted almost a minute. In each case, he felt the tender flesh harden and swell. When he sat back to admire his work, Cheryl's small breasts had swollen at least half a cup size, and the nipples were now pointed and much more boldly colored.

"Anyone ever tell you that you have great tits," he asked her playfully.

"Just this one guy," she answered. "Most guys like 'em bigger."

This teasing game was almost always part of their dates. She had been so sensitive about being only a B-cup the first time he had stripped her, but his obvious delight at her body had reassured her. Now it was simply custom, part of the game they loved to play together.

Scott buried his face in her breasts again, kissing and nibbling the firm flesh, taking little love bites here and there with great gentleness and obvious relish. She rolled her head and shoulders back, presenting herself for his attentions. At the same time, she had reached forward to his chest and ran her hands over his lightly furred skin. Knowing he liked it, she gently pinched and pulled on his nipples at the same time he would suck one of hers. This always resulted in the vacuum of his lips increasing. Sometimes she wished he would suck so hard that milk would come out.

"I wish I had milk for you," she breathed.

Scott felt his cock harden another notch; he'd never even thought about that. God! How sexy that would be!

"We can arrange that, you know," he murmured softly against her chest.

She pulled back. "No way. Neither of us needs a baby!"

Scott chuckled. "You don't need a baby, baby," he assured her. "All you need is for someone to give you a treatment like this every night for about a month. All of a sudden you'll have your wish!"

"You're kidding."

"Nope. I read it in some book a few semesters ago. One of those period things. That's how the wet nurses did it in the old days."

Cheryl thought about it for a moment or two.

Scott wickedly added, "Besides, you're the one who's wanting bigger boobs! That'll do it!" He laughed softly.

She looked down at the erect nipples perched on the firm mounds. She had to give it to Scott: he never failed to come up with something new and sexy to which her body responded every time they made love!

"Would you like it," She asked with an evil smile?

"I'd love it!"

She stuck her chest out at him. "Then get started, boy!"

Scott's cock was beginning to bother him. The space in his Levi's was getting far to small to contain its cargo! He reached a hand to the snap and released it with an audible click. Without saying a word, Cheryl reached for the zipper, pulling it down. Scott raised his hips slightly, she slipped the jeans down a few inches.

Still kissing, she reached a dainty hand into the opening of his shorts and began to explore the heat radiating from there. The hardness of his flesh always surprised her. How a boy could be so soft one minute and almost turn to stone the next always amazed her! She let her hand caress the length of his shaft, giving a loving squeeze to the swollen tip.

Scott moaned a little and put his hand against the crotch of her shorts. Her pussy was already wet, he could feel the dampness through the material.

"You need to get out of your pants," he whispered in her ear. "They're gonna have to dry before you can go back to the dorm!"

"I know," she whispered hoarsely. Deftly, she slid both the shorts and her panties down her long legs and dropped them on the floorboard of the car. The pungent smell of her juices filled the interior of the automobile. Scott put his hand to her now naked cunt and pressed, rubbing in a slow circle against her mound.

"I've wanted you all day," she whispered in his ear. She felt his dick up the ante another level.

"God, baby, tell me about it; it's been almost a week!"

She put her moist lips against his ear. "So what are you waiting for?"

They broke contact. Scott slid to the far side of the seat, letting his girlfriend swing her left leg up onto the length of it. There, with the moonlight and the stray flickering glimmers from the screen, he saw the darkness of her bush. The knowledge of what lay ahead this night drove him nuts! She was so wanton, so much more of a sexual creature than most of the girls he'd known. Even with his special treatment, most of them were nothing compared to her!

He took the moment to push the jeans and his shorts off to join hers on the floor. It was only after he'd dropped the slacks that he remembered to fish the rubber out of the pocket. He handed the foil packet to her and knelt between her wide-spread legs.

With a single fluid motion, Cheryl placed the packet to her lips and tore the edge. Sliding the ribbed condom from its pack she reached with both hands to place the rolled ring over the tip of his cock. With great care and sensual pleasure she slowly unwound the latex up the full length of his hot shaft. The heat from that tube of rubber-encased flesh was awesome! He was going to set her on fire!

Leaning forward, Scott kissed her full on the lips, his tongue brushing hers. She moaned and shifted her hips a little, trying to make entry as easy as possible. He moved up slightly, the head of his cock finding the guiding outer lips of her cunt. Slowly, with infinite patience and pleasure, he began to slide into her. The musky smells of her love juices were driving him more and more crazy, but he took it slow. This would be the last slow thing he did for a long time this night!

Cheryl was caught up in her own madness. With Scott about halfway in, she threw her head back, the stretching and rubbing was more than she could take. "Take me! Now!" she sighed urgently.

He smiled and drove his prick home, the entire six inches of him just touched the bottom of her love tunnel. His cock hair ground against her bush. They both enjoyed a few moments of the ultimate intimate contact.

Cheryl kissed his shoulder. Slowly, with practiced rhythms, Scott pulled almost all of the way out of her, then quickly slid his entire length back in. "Yes, baby," she sighed. "Yes!"

He didn't need any encouragement. His balls were so full of cum from the five day drought that he wasn't about to stop! Again he pulled almost all the way out and then drove his rod back home. God, she felt good! Cheryl had a snug, tight pussy, but she was always wet enough that fucking her was so easy! He enjoyed the rubbing sensation up and down his prick. She was great even through a rubber! Scott idly wished that she would go on the pill so he could fuck her bareback, but maybe that would come in the fall when they got back together.

The longer that Scott rubbed in her pussy, the tighter Cheryl felt herself getting. He was doing it just the way she liked it: he was pulling it almost all the way out so that his cockhead stroked the outer most sensitive part of her vagina, and then he was coming all the way up in her, pressing against the very top, caressing the sensitive muscles of her cervix. The combination of the two pleasures, one almost outside her and the other at her deepest core urged her further and further up the arc. She was going to get her nut soon. But that was okay, she knew from previous experience that the cum would only be the first she would have.

Scott's own passions were getting the better of him. As he began to move faster and faster in and out of that tight little ass, he could feel the load building all the way down to the bottom of his nuts. He could feel the pressure building and knew it wouldn't be long. He glanced down at her face. Cheryl's eyes were closed tightly, and her head was back. She was close, too.

He began to thrust against her much harder. The contact between their bodies came faster and faster, making an audible sound as he crashed against her. Rather than lay there, passively taking his poundings, she braced her heels against the armrest of the far door and began to return the thrusts.

"Ride'm cowboy," Scott thought, somewhere in the back of his mind. She bucked like a bronc.

The excitement was too much. Cheryl popped. "Godddd," she almost screamed, pressing harder against him. "Fuck me!"

Scott didn't need any prompting. Knowing that he'd gotten her off, he knew it was okay for him to shoot into her. He took three more hard, deep strokes and pressed his hips as hard as he could against her hungry pussy lips.

He came - the first shot came tearing through him like an electric shock. He squirted his cum into the rubber pressed hard against the bottom of her cunt. He shot again. And again. "God," he thought, "I hope that damn thing holds it all. Come on, dood, don't break on me!"

The waves of Cheryl's orgasm were working along the length of his cock, milking the cream from it, urging it into her. She wondered what it would be like to actually have a boy's cum in her, to feel it bathe the inside of her pussy. Unprotected sex was so dangerous these days for so many reasons, and amazingly, she had never indulged in a fuck without her partner being bagged. Maybe it was time for her to go on the pill, to let his boy flood her with his stuff.

Scott kissed the tip of her nose. "I love you," he whispered.

"God, do you ever," she breathed back.

He laughed softly. "Want some more?"

Cheryl opened her eyes and smiled at him. "What a question to ask a lady!"

"Yeah, that's why I asked it," he joked back.

Scott pulled his shrinking dick out of her and carefully removed the now full rubber, handing it to her to tie a knot at the top to keep its contents from spilling. Cheryl smiled happily at him as she casually discarded the item.

She had her left leg behind his back, enjoying the pressure as he leaned gently against her. Her right leg across his naked lap, Scott turned slightly and began to run his hand up and down the inside of her left thigh. She smiled back, enjoying the sensual feel of it. Without stopping, he reached with his left arm and began to run the rounded end of his stump up and down her right thigh. The intimate stroking began to make her hot again.

Scott continued his playing with her, the strokes going higher and higher, closer and closer to her love opening. Finally, he took a gentle finger and slipped it between the wet lips, finding her hard little sex bump, rubbing it very gently.

He smiled to himself again. Time to give her what she really wanted. Yes, it was time to give her a thrill that set him apart from the other men she had fucked!

He rubbed the tapered end of his stump against the swollen opening of her pussy. The lack of the second bone in that forearm gave the end of his stump a slightly bulbous appearance, much like what a girl would expect a boy to put in her cunt, but larger! Slowly, he rubbed it against the wetness he found there.

Cheryl moaned a little and spread her legs even wider. The first time he had done this to her, she had been a little afraid. Yes, to be blunt, Scott's stump did look a little grotesque at first sight. Not only was the hand missing, but the forearm was a little less than half the diameter of his right. Still, that diameter was far larger than any cock she had ever encountered, and when she realized that he was actually going to stick it in her, she had wondered if she would be able to expand that far without it hurting like hell!

Of course she had, and it hadn't!

Scott felt the muscles at the opening of her pussy relax. Having wet his stump with her juices, he gently slid it into her about two inches. Watching her face for any sign of discomfort, he began a slight in and out motion with the arm remnant. With each stroke he began to work more and more of his nub up into her.

Cheryl had her eyes closed. Like most girls in their early teens, she had fantasized about boys with huge cocks ravishing her when she had played with herself alone in bed late at night. That fantasy had departed when she finally found out how good guys felt, but it wasn't until she had met Scott that the visualization had returned. God! It felt like a cock! She hadn't realized when she had asked him for a second fuck that first night they had done it what he was going to give her! He felt so big and good when he stuck his cock in her! Now, it was like the first fuck all over again! She was being stretched just as much farther by this as his cock had done the first time around. She threw her head back and enjoyed the fullness in her cunt.

Scott had his arm in her at the six-inch point, and was making small circles against the base of her vagina, feeling the slight roughness of the opening at the end against the sensitive skin at the end of his arm. Unlike a surgical amputee, Scott had been born this way, and the end of his stump was as smooth and as sensitive as a fingertip. Slowly, he began the thrust the arm in and out of the girl, the difference between the cool air outside and the unbelievable heat inside exciting him, as well.

She was getting wetter and wetter. The more he thrust, the more she seemed to lube, and the deeper her breathing was getting. Every few thrusts, Scott would pause just a moment to give the upper end of the canal a circular caress.

Finally it happened. During one caress, Scot felt the tight muscles relax. He pushed his arm a little harder. With the same feeling as when he first entered her pussy lips, the end of the stump slipped into the cervical opening, finding its way into her womb.

Not too far! Scott knew from getting carried away with a girl a couple of years before that he could cause some real pain if he was rough here! Gently he pulled back a couple of inches, then repeated the caress.

Cheryl was beginning to buck against him again. Pulling his arm back, he began to increase the speed of the thrusts, matching her own rhythm. It didn't take but about another minute for her to reach her second climax, her right foot slipping up to the window and pressing hard against it. Scott laughed to himself. He sure hoped that no one was outside that window, seeing the white outline of her foot there. That would bring the 16 year olds for a look-see quicker than anything!

Scott lay back down against her, feeling the pulses of passion still flickering through her tummy. This second cum always left her finished and dishrag limp. She opened her eyes and looked up at the boy hovering over her. She put her arms around his neck and pulled his face down for a kiss.

"You make me feel so good," she whispered happily. She turned her head to the right, looking at the still damp limb that had given her such pleasure. "I just wish you could come the second time, too," she said.

"Don't worry about it. I enjoy playing with you, any way, any time, any where!"

She smiled wickedly. "You got another rubber?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Well, if we're gonna work on some milk for my tits, I suspect we're gonna need it!"

Scott just smiled and placed his mouth over her left nipple. It was going to be a great night!

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