Hot Date By Paragirl

Cathy got home early to Surprise Jen. She opened the door and wheeled into the apartment, making enough noise to ensure Jennifer knew she was coming in. Jen wheeled out of the bedroom and smiled.

"I knew you'd leave work early." she said to Cathy, smiling. "Rachel is already gone - I sent her home about twenty minutes ago."

Cathy smiled back as she closed the door and wheeled herself into the spacious living room. "I noticed her car was gone. Nice outfit.."

"Thanks - I had Rachel put it on me before she left." Jen replied, maneuvering her limp hand on the control stick of her power wheelchair, pivoting slightly to give Cathy a better view.

Jennifer wore a silky black sleeveless dress, split all the way up to her upper thigh, so that Cathy could see her thin legs, clad in soft black nylons. She sat, as always, in an expensive power wheelchair, her right hand curled around the control stick, her left hand lying limply in her lap. Her long dark hair was pulled back, as Cathy liked it, and her makeup was flawless.

"You look so hot, baby." Cathy said, wheeling up close and leaning in to kiss Jen deeply, lingering on her soft lips as Jen's tongue probed deliciously into Cathy's mouth. Cathy's hand slipped over and began caressing Jen's thigh, and it made her hot just knowing that Jen could not feel those soft caresses.

Jennifer had been an active, attractive seventeen-year-old when her car rolled over and her neck was broken. She wound up a C-5 quadriplegic, with limited arm use and almost zero hand function. It had been very hard adjusting in those first years, but then she met Cathy. Cathy had been a paraplegic since she was five years old, and so life in a wheelchair was just about all she had ever known. She met Jen at a seminar for disabled women, and they had just hit it off. Shortly after, they began dating, and then had become lovers. The pair had been living together to over a year, and had an assistant - Rachel - who helped Jen with whatever Cathy could not manage from her wheelchair.

"So what's in the bag?" Jen asked as Cathy put her briefcase - and a brown paper bag - on the table.

"Dessert.." Cathy winked at her. "Something special."

"Can't Wait" Jen replied, following Cathy into the dining room.

"Something smells great!" Cathy said, wheeling past the table and into the kitchen.

"Rachel made chicken for us - and there's a bottle of wine chilling." Jen said, parking her wheelchair at her usual place at the table. Cathy came back out and put a grip splint onto Jen's right hand and wrist, then placed a special fork into the grip.

"Thanks love." Jen said, moving her hand to the table.

Cathy kissed her cheek and wheeled back into the kitchen. She returned a few minutes later with a plate of chicken, rice, and vegetables, already cut up for Jen, and placed the plate in front of her. Jen began to move her right hand over, to try and get a bite, but Cathy slapped her hand away playfully.

"Wait until we're both at the table, at least." she teased Jen.

Cathy made several more trips, always carrying items in her lap. She poured the wine and finally lit a candle and dimmed the lights, then took her place beside Jen.

Jennifer, using both hands together, slowly lifted her wine glass and smiled at Cathy. "To us." she said, and Cathy gently clinked her glass against Jen's. "To us!" she repeated happily.

"And now for dessert." Cathy said, wheeling herself away from the table. She helped Jen out of the grip brace and both women wheeled their way into the living room. Jennifer parked her wheelchair beside the couch, her usual spot, and Cathy pulled videotape out of the paper bag. Without a word, she placed the video into the VCR and turned the lights down low. She wheeled over to the couch and transferred, slipping onto the plush sofa and using her hands to lift her limp legs, one at a time, onto the couch with her. She slipped her soft shoes off, so that her feet were clad only in nylon stockings, and arranged herself so that she was as close to Jennifer as she could get. She hit 'play on the remote and both women watched in silence.

"Cathy, what the hell is this?" Jen asked after a few minutes. The scene was of a blonde with large breasts and small legs, wearing nothing but panties and stockings, sitting in a wheelchair and helping a naked redhead put on a pair of KAFO leg braces.

"Crip porn. I wanted to see what it was like." Cathy replied without taking her eyes off the set. Her hand had slid over to Jen's legs and was caressing her thighs. Jen placed her left hand on Cathy's shoulder and caressed her ear and neck as best she could with her limited movement. At one time, she had wished she could use her hands more, to pleasure Cathy more, but she now understood how much it turned Cathy on to know that those small movements she could make were the limit of her abilities.

On the screen, the woman in the wheelchair was giving the leg-braced redhead some amazing oral sex, and Cathy had slipped her hand up higher onto Jen's thigh, under her dress. Jen looked down and could see Cathy's slender arm as it moved gently under her black dress. It excited her to watch it, not knowing what was happening there, simply imagining it, and ‘feeling’ the sensations with her mind. Cathy had taught her so much about her new sexuality, how to feel good, how to be erotic, even though most of her body simply did not feel, didn't function - she could use what ability she had to please her lover in many ways, and enjoy the pleasures her lover shared with her.

Cathy silently unbuttoned her blouse and removed her bra. She shifted her position so she was leaning back more, and moved Jen's limp left hand over to her right breast. Jen loved being able to pleasure Cathy like this, and Cathy's pleasures were definitely heightened by Jen's lack of mobility. They never really spoke about it, but Cathy definitely had a 'thing' for crippled girls, and as far as Jen was concerned, that was just fine.

Jen moved her fingers and arm just enough to cares and move over Cathy's nipple. She could watch, but not feel as it become hard and erect.

"Oh Jen, I'm getting really hot here." Cathy breathed.

"I can tell." Jen replied, allowing her hand to drop lower, to Cathy's stomach. Cathy removed her skirt, so she was dressed in only her stockings and a diaper. She opened the diaper, to expose her numb sex, and helped Jen's hand over to it. She was very wet and obviously aroused. Jen moved her arm and hand as much as she could, but it wasn't enough for Cathy - Cathy took Jen's hand and uncurled her fingers, then began to move that crippled hand over herself. Jen felt herself becoming aroused at the sight of it - the sigh of her own hand caressing and masturbating her lover, but she herself had no control over it. This was where it became erotic for her - like the ultimate bondage play, her body not really her own, all her movements belonging to her lover. Her legs, her stomach, her breasts, all belonging to someone else. Jen watches Cathy move and manipulate her crippled hand and starts breathing heavier.

"Oh, I want to try that..." Cathy said. On the video, the redhead with the leg braces was on the floor, and had lifted the blonde's legs off to the sides of her wheelchair. The redhead was excitedly returning the oral favor, and even though it was pretty clear the blonde could feel nothing of it, the way she watched and coached the redhead, the way she moaned and rolled her head, the scene was highly erotic.

"That does look sexy." Jen said. In truth, everything was sexy for her at that moment. Cathy slipped down off the couch to the floor, legs dragging limply, dressed only in her stockings now. She crawled the few feet to get in front of Jen's wheelchair and took two soft scarves and gently tied Jen's hands to her wheelchair armrests. Jen just watched as Cathy then worked to get her panties off of her, slipping them out from under her bottom and down her crippled legs. Cathy then lifted her legs and spread them, hooking them over the sides of her chair and again fastened them with two more soft scarves, so they couldn't fall. Cathy didn't say a word - she slid Jen's dress up high enough so that she could see what was going on, and then started caressing and kissing Jen's pussy. Jen watched, gently guiding and coaxing Cathy with her voice, watching herself be kissed and licked, gently penetrated by finger and tongue, not feeling it physically, but definitely getting hot, knowing her body, though numb, was aroused.

Cathy looked up from between Jen's legs. "Do you trust me?" she asked.

"Yes, of course." was Jen's reply. "Why baby?"

Cathy reached back and pulled out a small leather pouch. Out if it she retrieved a small syringe and a vial of clear liquid. Jen watched her fill the syringe.

"What are you doing?" Jen asked. She was suddenly unsure about her blanket declaration of trust. Jen watched as Cathy slipped her stockings down to her knees, where her legs were tied. She was so vulnerable - unable to move at all. She watched Cathy swab an area of her inner thigh with alcohol, and her heart was pounding in her chest. What was happening - she had no control of the situation. She had never felt so helpless as the moment Cathy - without even looking up at her - slipped the needle into the paralyzed flesh of her inner thigh. She saw the fluid leave the syringe - what was it going to do? Would it have burned, would it have felt cold going into her? Even now, as Cathy removed the needle from Jen's flesh, whatever was in it coursed through Jen's body.

"Cathy?" she said, half questioning and half demanding to know what was going on. Cathy kissed the small spot on her thigh where the needle has slipped in, and then untied Jen's crippled leg, slowly lowering them back to the wheelchair leg rests. Cathy didn't untie her hands, however, and so Jen was helpless to do anything but watch as Cathy slowly removed her stockings, and then began to remove her dress. Jen's vision began to swim as she watched Cathy rubbing her breasts, and as she slowly slipped into unconsciousness, she watched Cathy kissing and licking her breasts, and then sucking on her crippled toes. Then, everything faded to silent black....

A few minutes after Jennifer loses consciousness, at the predetermined time, Rachel returned as Cathy had set up ahead of time. She wheeled Jen into the bedroom and transferred her into bed. "Do you need anything else, Cathy?" she asked, making sure Jennifer was all set on the bed.

"Just help me into bed with Jen, if you don't mind." Cathy said, wheeling close to the bed. Rachel knew this request was for her own benefit - Cathy could transfer in and out of bed easily any time she wanted - but she knew Rachel got a thrill from transferring the two crippled women, paying special attention to Cathy's small, limp legs as she helped her into bed. Cathy gave Rachel a kiss on the cheek as a thank you, and Rachel left.

"Hmmm, whatever shall I do with my sleeping beauty?" Cathy wondered, checking the time to see how long she had before the short-term sedative wore off. She worked on stripping Jen's dress and underclothes off, until she was nude. Then, Cathy moved Jen's hands above her head, crossing her wrists, so that her fingers touched the headboard. She smiled as she thought about the position this put her quadriplegic lover in - she could raise her arms, but the muscles to pull her arms down were paralyzed, meaning that, without gravity's assistance, Jennifer could never pull her arms down from the position they were currently in - Cathy didn't even need to tie her up to have her lover in complete bondage.

Cathy finished undressing, with the exception of her stockings, and let her hair down so it cascaded over her shoulders when she leaned over her lover. She made sure the other 'toys' were situated properly about the bed, and began kissing and caressing Jen's limp body. As Jen began to stir slightly, Cathy spread Jen's legs wide and retrieved a smooth silver vibrator from the nightstand, inserting it into Jen's paralyzed pussy.

Jen looked around the room groggily; not knowing where she was or what was going on, looking around the room.

"Hello lover." Cathy said softly. "Don't bother trying to talk - you won't be able to. Side effect of the sedative I gave you." Jen looked to her right and saw Cathy sitting on the bed, naked. Her limp legs were spread out before her, and....

Jen tried asking what was going on and nothing but a whisper came out. She looked around now, beginning to take in her situation. Cathy sat beside her, with her crippled legs spread, and she was using a foot - Jen's own foot - to rub her pussy. Jen saw Cathy's other hand slide up her leg and saw the vibrator slipped into her own pussy. Her first reaction was to try and move her hands over to remove it, but she then realized what position her arms were in - she couldn't move them back down to her sides. She looked back at Cathy, and Cathy smiled at her and nodded. Jennifer began to understand the position she was in, and why, and it suddenly made her incredibly aroused. Cathy watched her face, saw the realization flash across it, and crawled to the head of the bed.

"You're totally helpless now, lover. I can do anything I want with you." Cathy whispered in Jen's ear, and then to prove the point, began to rub and caress Jen's breasts. Her soft fingers slid up and down along Jen's body, tracing lightly across her line of injury, the erotic sensations starting and stopping like a light switch being turned on and off. Jennifer moaned - or at least tried to. She wanted to move her arms to touch and caress her lover so badly, but she was unable to - Cathy had positioned her on the bed so she was truly helpless.

Now knowing that Jennifer was fully aware of her situation, Cathy took out a bottle of sweet-smelling lotion. She made sure Jennifer was watching her as she poured oil onto her hands and began to massage Jennifer’s' feet, gently caressing and moving them. Cathy massaged higher, all the time adding little drops of oil to her hands, and Jennifer could only imagine what the silky lotion felt like against her smooth skin and flaccid muscles. She watched Cathy slowly, sensually massage her way up each leg - she perfumed lotion hung in the air like some exotic incense. Jennifer couldn't take her eyes off Cathy's smooth, gentle hands as they worked their way up her paralyzed legs. It was only as Cathy reached Jennifer's upper thighs that Jennifer realized the vibrator was still inside her, buzzing gently inside her numb sex. For some reason, that fact made her even hotter, and she moaned as Cathy began to stroke and massage her clit around the vibrating toy. She watched Cathy spread her legs even farther, saw Cathy's hands stroking and caressing her inner thighs, her clitoris, saw her fingers reach below, probably ticking her anus. All things that would drive a normal woman insane with desire, and Jennifer felt none of it - of course, the way Cathy was doing it, the way Jennifer felt totally helpless - that was the erotic part for her. Even though Jennifer was numb from just above her breasts down, Cathy made love to her whole body, made her feel sensual and desirable, made her helplessness sexy, not debilitating.

Cathy moved up to Jen's stomach now, though Jen saw the vibrator was still inside her pussy. She watched Cathy massage the oil onto her stomach, rubbing the lotion into her skin, then up higher, to her breasts. Jen took a deep breath as she saw Cathy massaging and caressing her breasts - she couldn't feel anything, couldn't feel Cathy’s fingers dancing around her areolas, rolling her hard nipples gently around, cupping soft breasts in her warm, soft hands. Jennifer couldn't feel any of it, but it made her hotter than she had ever been. And just when she thought she couldn't be any more aroused, Cathy continued higher...

The sensations as Cathy's massage broke over Jen's line of injury were more intense than Jennifer had ever felt since they day she became a quadriplegic. The buildup of watching Cathy massage her numb body for over forty minutes, then suddenly feeling the massage in all it's sweet glory - Jennifer had an orgasm (or at least what her body considered an orgasm) almost as soon as Cathy's lotioned hands reached her shoulders and neck. She wanted to scream out with the pleasure she was feeling, but her vocal cords - like the rest of her body - refused to respond, so the only sound she made was a kind of deaf-mute moan. This frustrated and excited her even more, and she saw from Cathy's expression that this was exactly the reaction she had been hoping for.

Cathy dragged herself into a better position, and Jennifer watched how she dragged her limp legs behind her, watched as those crippled, stocking-clad legs were dragged across Jen's own legs as Cathy moved across the bed. Cathy then continued with the massage, as if she hadn't even noticed the ecstasy her lover was in, and began working her way up Jen's arms. Jen still had most of the feeling in her arms, and she closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations of Cathy's nimble fingers massaging her muscles and joints. She felt the warm lotion as Cathy rubbed it all over her. Cathy made it to her hand and began to move and manipulate fingers Jen could no longer control on her own. With her eyes closed, she felt her fingers stretching and flexing in Cathy's hands, muscles and tendons unable to work on their own now flexing and relaxing. Cathy then laid Jennifer's arm down, by her side, and began her second arm. At times, Jennifer wished at least her fingers worked, wished she could run her hands through her lover's hair. Now, though, completely under her lover's control, all thoughts of independence and being self-sufficient vanished as Jennifer simply wanted to be held, be loved by her lover, her mistress. Still, given this opportunity, Jennifer - eyes still closed - moved her hand slowly across the bed, towards Cathy, to try and touch her lover.

Her hand found Cathy and she opened one eye, to see where she was touching her lover - her hand had found one of Cathy's paralyzed thighs. Jennifer closed her eyes again and slid her hand along that thin, warm thigh, until she felt that sacred place where Cathy's legs met. She began to move her hand over Cathy's crippled pussy, Feeling how hot and wet it was, and even though she knew Cathy couldn't feel her motions, she played with Cathy's pussy as her other arm and hand was massaged.

Cathy finished the massage and took Jen's hand from her pussy, placing both Jen's arms back above her head, making her once again helpless. She then repositioned again and leaned over Jen, meeting her lips and kissing her deeply. Jen longed to reach out and hold her, hug her, anything, but all she could do was return Cathy's kiss hungrily. Cathy pulled away, then dragged herself down to the foot of the bed. She repositioned Jen's legs and then began to crawl slowly up between them, sensually staring into Jen's eyes as she dragged her crippled lower half along the bed, up over Jennifer. She took hold of the transfer-bar above the bed, and then hung herself over Jen, her naked breasts right at Jen's mouth. It was both agony and ecstasy as Jen moved her lips to Cathy's hard nipples, as she would love to touch and hold those beautiful breasts, squeeze and caress them with her hands, but she was unable to do anything but this, kiss and lick and suck at them, her head, her lips, the only way she could communicate her passion and desire.

Cathy's eyes were closed and she was moaning in pleasure as Jennifer licked and sucked at her tits. Cathy just hung there over her, enjoying the only sensations her lover was able to bestow upon her. After what seemed like a blissful age, Cathy moved away - Jennifer moaned as her lover's breasts were pulled out of her limited reach. She watched Cathy pull back, remove the vibrator from Jen's numb pussy, then work herself into a smooth strap-on vibrator. The toy was new, obviously, and was double ended - Cathy moaned as she slid one end of the toy into her own crippled pussy, then fastened the straps around her waist. She then dragged herself up to the head of the bed and took one of Jen's hands, placing it on the vibrating cock that now stood between her limp legs. Cathy used Jen's hand to jerk the cock off, then moved it closer to Jen's mouth. Jen craned her neck and began to suck Cathy's 'cock', giving her head as she watched. Cathy played with her own nipples as Jennifer 'sucked her dick', and soon Cathy made moaning and panting sounds and exploded in a hysterical fake orgasm that made Jennifer at least try to laugh, though no sound came out.

Cathy moved over the bed again, repositioning herself between Jennifer's motionless legs, and Jennifer knew what was coming next. She watched Cathy slowly; deliberately move forward, awkwardly because she now had a seven-inch plastic penis jutting out from between her useless legs. She leaned over and kissed Jen's pussy, licked it and sucked at it, then grabbed the overhead transfer bar again, this time with one hand as she tried to position the cock properly. She finally slid the vibrator into Jen's pussy, and then pulled herself forward, jamming the whole cock into Jen's pussy, as well as her own. Jen moaned, as did Cathy, and Cathy relaxed her grip on the transfer bar - her crippled lower half dropped back an inch or so, pulling the cock out somewhat, and then Cathy forced herself forward again. Slowly at first, then building up a momentum, Cathy fucked her paralyzed lover, her own crippled legs flopping lifelessly on the mattress as she dragged herself up into her lover over and over again.

After a time, Cathy simply left the vibrator deep inside Jen's pussy, and she leg go of the transfer bar, laying on top of Jennifer. She kissed Jen, and Jen kissed her back so passionately, and Cathy slowly moved Jens arms back down, crossing them over her own lower back, a paralyzed lover's embrace, and they lay there together, how long neither of them knew, until Jennifer suddenly felt a tingle throughout her body. She felt it growing; remembering the vibrating cock buried deep inside her paralyzed sex, and realized it was making her body react. She felt it build, gently at first, then with more force, until she was suddenly throwing her head back and moaning aloud, her body rocked by an intense orgasm that just kept going. Cathy's eyes were closed as well, and she was biting her lip - the vibrator working it's magic on her crippled pussy as well. Cathy took one of Jen's paralyzed hands - Jen didn't complain - and began rubbing her erect nipples and breasts with Jen's limp fingers, suddenly crying out as a powerful orgasm rocked her deeply.

After a few minutes, Cathy opened here eyes again. She kissed Jen again deeply, and realizing their orgasms were over, she undid the belt of the strap-on and pulled her end of it out of her pussy, then rolled off of Jennifer and removed the dildo from between her legs. She began to kiss Jen again, first on the lips, then the cheeks, the ears, the neck, then down to her unfeeling breasts, her stomach, her pussy, her thighs.. Jen just watched, and before she knew it, Cathy had another syringe in her hand. Before Jen could say anything, Cathy buried the needle into her thigh, and the clear fluid rushed into her body. She began to feel drowsy, and she fell unconscious while watching Cathy sucking on her numb toes.

Jennifer woke up groggy and looked around - she was sitting in her wheelchair, in the living room, wearing the same dress and stockings she had been wearing before. Cathy sat on the couch still, and she was watching a paralyzed woman and an apparently able-bodied woman having really hot sex. Jen realized Cathy had a vibrator in her pussy, and she was playing with her nipples.

"Cathy..." Jen asked, sounding confused.

"Oh, hey love." Cathy said, slipping the vibrator out, looking embarrassed. "Sorry... You fell asleep, and...."

"Asleep - but didn't we?" Jen asked, confused.

"What love?" Cathy asked, a kind of sparkle in her eye.

"Nothing." Jen smiled. "It must have been a dream...."