Look at Us Now

 Olga

I hung up the phone and proceeded to jump and run around like an idiot.
Our project was a success!! The field officer in charge of the testing told me
our final upgrades to the guidance system had fixed all the problems with the
XRmz-126 model. He instructed me to show up for the next series of tests
commencing the next day. I got my coat on my way out the door. I liked to be
the first to give Yuri, my partner, good news. He was the best programmer I
had met so far working with the company and he new it. It was not unusual for
him to celebrate before the final results were in. I knew were Yuri was most
certainty. Yuri Sebolovich had been born in the Motherland some forty-two
years ago. He was the result of a one night stand between a secretary and an
army captain. He never met his father but did not miss him that much either.
Yuri's philosophy was very simple, do what ever makes you happy until you drop
dead. He did not even have a bank account and usually spent his large
paychecks faster than what it takes to down a shot of vodka. I drove 23 miles
into town and headed for downtown. I went around the block a few times and
finally found a suitable parking space for my Chevy Suburban. I came here
often if only looking for Yuri.  Contrary to Yuri's lifestyle, I always tried
to do the "right thing". I had no vices and for the most part ran away from
temptation. Save the occasional get together with the guys at the lab I never
went out. That said, it should not surprise you my lack of knowledge about
relating to the opposite sex. I had been ten times more active during high
school and college than now! I could not help the fact my taste was very
particular and the right woman had not shown up yet. But the events taking
place that night will change all that in a very drastic way.
     I almost ran, I was so damned exited, but somehow I covered the distance
to the club at a brisk pace. From the outside it looked like nothing was going
on, another building in the quiet neighborhood. No noises or lights denoting
the orgy taking place inside. Yuri spent a lot of time here, not to mention
his "green", indulging in every conceivable pleasure. He liked this place
because 90% of the people coming to these parties were Russian or Russian
descendent. The guy at the door smiled and let me in. They knew me since every
other day I was there searching for Yuri, and Yuri was very popular off
course. Almost instantly I ran into Madame Boronets. She owned the place, me
and her engaged in very interesting conversations. She was surprisingly well
versed on a wide variety of subjects and she was very intelligent. She hung to
my arm without ceremony while holding a very aromatic cigarette on the other
hand. The place was packed and the noise beyond description. --Your friend is
really frisky tonight... Lots of energy, he disappear a couple of hours ago
with the Kutuzhovk sisters. These girls make an interesting pair... I truly
missed your conversation last week dear. Not many intelligent men such as
yourself come into this house and those who do are not here to chat with me.
Do you care for a cup of tea little one?-- --Thanks, but I must decline, I am
in a hurry...-- --Ough? Where is the fire friend?-- --I have a very important
message for Yuri, it can't wait... We must depart as soon as possible for the
testing grounds-- --So, another big project is about to end. Alright dear, but
I want no part of his screaming! Lets see... He is having his private little
party in suit 28. Yes!-- She smiled, pleased with her ability of keeping track
of things. I bent and kissed her in the forehead and thanked her --I am sure
he will come back, we will talk then-- --Yes dear... Good luck, you two!-- I
turned around and ran upstairs. I complimented the ladies walking around as I
moved pass them but was ignored, as usually.
    The door was not locked but I knocked and announced myself as always. Yuri
loved to shock people and I hated to give him any opportunities. --Come in
Chuck!-- I entered the room very quietly and closed the door behind me. I took
a good look around and my speech was gone along with the good news about the
project. Yuri was laying on a bed, there where two girls working on him. The
Kutuzhovk sisters were big, full figured women with perfect pear shaped
bodies. Even though they were not facing me I could tell both had very well
developed bosoms. One of the girls was smothering my friend's face under her
heavy knockers. Yuri had a firm grasp on the large, rounded cheeks of her
bottom. His hands squeezed frantically the generous masses of flesh. The other
girl was giving head, kneeling... But where the hell were the lower parts of
her legs?!... Right there and then Yuri came out of the clouds of flesh and
looked at me. He was going to say something but his orgasm took control over
him. He only managed to moan in pleasure. The girl on the floor moved back two
short stiff legged steps, I saw her tights lift clean off the floor... There
was nothing else underneath!! A legles woman?! I had seen this guy with two
women before, even three, but never anything like this. The knot in my stomach
grew. The voice in the back of my head kept telling me not to stare, to go and
wait outside but I was glued in place. All three were talking in Russian,
smiling and giggling occasionally. Yuri was really talking to the able body
girl, ignoring the other sister. All of the sudden I was very exasperated with
him. How could he ignored that poor chubby thing, a little more than 4 feet
tall, wobbling around by the end of the bed!!
    I could not understand the sudden rush, the stomach cramps, the anxiety...
Stop staring! You know how improper and impolite that is!... But my eyes would
not obey. I could not see anything except this girl on the floor. She bent a
little bit reached with her left arm and picked a piece of clothing from the
floor, it turned out to be a sweater. She started putting it on, while the
other two kissed, and then I saw something that made me feel worse. The
cramps, the knots, my body was going haywire... Her right arm went into the
thick sleeve but it only penetrated about 8 inches. Beyond that the sleeve
felt empty, pulling inwards as if to make it plainly obvious her arm was gone!
I could not believe my eyes!! This is outrageous!! Making that poor girl
humiliate herself like this... She is an amputee for God's sake!... So? She's
still a woman with a tremendously sexy body... --Hello!... Olga...-- Her left
hand, her only hand rather, was resting on her chess --Your name?-- --Cha...
Charles... or Chuck-- Hers was a heavy Russian accent --American! Love
America!-- She struggle for the words a little but was confident with the
outcome. She was the youngest one of the two and gorgeous. I looked on as she
fixed her short jet black hair. Oh! she was so beautiful, so beautiful... How
and why was she so badly mutilated?... One tight moved forward, coming down
forcefully, she almost lost her balance --You roll sleeve for Olga?-- Her
leftover of a right arm was pointing at me --Your friend... strong like bear,
I... I am... humm... tired-- She finished the thought with a big smile and I
dropped on my knees to her level.
    I rolled the sweaters sleeve until my fingers made a brief contact
against her fleshy stump. I pulled out as if an scorpion had bitten me --Roll
more!-- I tried to move the rolled sleeve closer to the end of her arm. I did
not want her stump to show, it was not proper for such things to be flaunted.
She brushed me aside and forced the sleeve past the end of her truncated right
arm. The pressure of the sleeve made the stump's end look like a grotesque
bubble, only allowing two inches through --Ooh! I can't! It's pain!-- The
sleeve was firmly stuck there and she could not pulled it up any further. I
forced the sleeve up and her stump brushed my fingers again. It felt warm,
soft, smooth like a baby's bottom but it looked like Doctor Frankestain's
handy work. Discolored patches of skin here and there contrasted with
pink-reddish ones. Her scars formed canyons. She noticed my stare and moved
uncomfortable --...It's pain...-- She said, proceeding to rubb the exposed
rounded end and hiding it inside her hand --You mean it hurts-- --Uuhh... Yes,
hurts!...Very-- Unconsciously I extended my hands towards the stump. She let
me massage the entire stump while she held on to my shoulder, smiling like a
child eating from an ice cream cone. She had such a lovely smile! I looked
down, her thighs were enclosed in cylinders made of leather, open in front
from where I could see all the way down. The openings were held shut by Velcro
straps. The leather buckets were attached to thick, round rubber disks, some
sort of shoes' soles. She was wearing a mini-skirt, all I had to do was  pull
the fabric up a few inches... --Olga, lets go!-- The other sister urged. Olga
gave me a sad puppy look and pulled her maimed arm out of my grasp --Thank
you-- She said and turned towards her sister grabbing her hand as a child
would, they left. She turned again for a second upon reaching the door letting
me catch a glance of her smile. Seeing her stiff leg walk, her swaging bulging
breasts, the sensual cadence of her hips and butt brought back the strange
sensation in my stomach... and then I noted my erection! What the hell is
going on with me...?!
    --You liked the sisters?... Ah! What am I saying!? I suppose you have
never been fucked by a woman and a half-- Yuri was sitting on the bed with his
pants on, buttoning up his shirt and laughing hard at his own joke. It was
typical of him to laugh at such things. --The little one sucked me dry... It's
a pity you can't look at her... She is a dammed freak alright... I had to tell
her not to touch me with that chopped off arm of hers! I wish she had kept her
sweater on so I would not have seen it... Such a repulsive thing!... And her
legs are gone too. Can you imagine them stumps trying to pull you in?-- and
luckily I could imagine such thing and therefore was not paying too much
attention. Still, his insensitive remarks where making my blood boil. I told
him the news from the testing grounds to end his bull shit. I could not bear
listening to him talking that way... Wait a minute! She is an easy girl just
like the others Yuri slept around with and yet my usual disdain for them did
not apply. My mind was splitting in two!... We went downstairs, the able body
sister came to say goodbye --Come back soon... And look me up-- --Yes Liuva,
I'll come back for you soon-- answered Yuri embracing her one more time and
slapping her disproportionately large behind. There was no sight of Olga, she
was lost in the crowd. I said goodbye to Madame Boronets from afar and then
Yuri and I left.
    I took Yuri back to the compound where we lived, near the lab buildings.
We packed our suitcases light since we estimated we will be out there for a
week the most. Then we picked up all the material from the lab pertaining the
project and got into the Suburban one more time. I drove on all night without
saying a word to Yuri who eventually felt asleep. I had left my mind behind,
in that little room in the club. I was ready to drop this project on anyone's
lap and turn 180 degrees. I had this incredible urge to hold Olga in my arms
and swept her off her feet... Ironic, but she had no feet. I am fantasizing
about half a woman! My mind is gone! ... And what guaranties are there that
she will come with me or that she fancies me even? I am crazy!! If this is not
lust at first site I don't know what is. I wanted her so bad my body ached.
The second round of tests was delayed because the prototypes had some flaws
due to the methods used in their construction. We ended up spending three and
a half weeks out there after which I was ready to decapitate a couple of
engineers with my bare hands. Finally, the models came true and the necessary
data was generated and sent to the engineers at the plant. We went back to the
compound.
    I drove back at a neck breaking speed, Yuri's knuckles were white, that's
how hard he was holding on to his seat. I took a shower and got ready in 20
minutes flat and drove into town. I stood at the door of the club with a
little trepidation... Ah! Just go in, darned! Madame Boronets welcomed me, she
was very curious about my presence there. She was even more surprised when I
asked for Olga --Which Olga dear? We have many Olgas running around...-- --The
one that has a sister... Aaaah... Liuva, that's her sister's name!--
--Hummm... Ah! Yes, I remember them now... But, little one, what can possible
interest you in that girl? If you are looking for someone special I am sure
there are many other girls that will accommodate your taste much better...--
--I just want to talk to her...-- --Hummm! Wait here, I saw them earlier, let
me check if they have not left. I will save you the trip through the dance
floor-- Madame Boronets disappear for a long while but came back with a smile.
--She remembers you, little devil! What is going on?... She is in that section
over there-- she said pointing to a far corner beyond the dancing floor
--Thank you...-- But I stood there looking in the direction she indicated,
with a glass of beer in my hands --Well dear, neither opportunity, nor chance
await for any one-- I went slowly through the crowd, remembering how it felt
the day I saw that girl in the wheelchair coming out of the theatre. She was
twice my age, her legs ended right below the knees. She notice me and smiled.
My mother kept pulling me away, I would have given anything up to see and
touch those short stumps. I felt the same urgency now.
    The dance floor was left behind, incredibly, not one drop of the beer had
dropped. I looked around and all of the sudden our eyes met. I found her
delicious smile underneath her bewitching eyes. Her lips moved --Come!-- her
voice sounded even more melodious than what I remembered it to be. I have no
idea how I could hear her above the ruckus. She was standing on the seat of
one of the very well concealed and cozy booths of that section. Her clothes
were thither on her than the first time. I could tell she had no bra, her
massive melons protruded underneath her sweater in a very provocative manner.
The right sleeve had been pulled up and a sizeable part of her stump was
showing. She caressed the stump's tip with her long fingers, alternating
between rubbing and squeezing. She had another mini-skirt on, about the same
size as the other one. It was not elastic and the pressure of her huge ass
pulled the material up in the back showing more of her boots. I could almost
see her butt. She had some sort of nylons of which I thought it was kinky.
There was a short cane resting on her hip. She gave me an apprehensive look
mixed with curiosity. I had no idea an amputee could be so sexy! The commotion
of her chest with every movement, the swing of her wide hips... --You wanted
to see me? What is up?-- --I just wanted to talk to you, get to know you
better... But now I do not know what to say-- She smiled, intrigued, but
somewhat pleased with my interest. We talked for a long time, I lost track of
time. She was very pleasant to talk to and more and more charming as the
evening progressed. She had very few inhibitions if any so... --Would you like
sex?-- The question was so direct and abrupt that took me very much by
surprise. Yes, that will be nice, I thought looking at her behemoth breasts
resting on the table, but could not bring my mouth to say it. She had called
my bluff so to speak. --You want my sister too, no?-- --No, no, just you--
--You not understand... I... Men do not want me because amputations...-- She
waved the stump of her arm slowly and finally rested it on her hand, pointing
it at my face --I have ugly body; I am no good without my sister. They said I
can satisfy no one... No one comes for me alone so I have not learn to make
men happy... I go now...--     She tried her best to put up her smile but her
lips trembled and a couple of big tears rolled down her face. She was so
ashamed of her condition and probably had been told so many times otherwise
that it was impossible for her to think someone may want her. I saw how she
jumped from the seat to the carpet, landing on her boots. Then she put all her
weight on her right leg stump, dogged the cane on the carpet and pointed
forward with her arm stump. Her left hip pulled up the respective stump and
then the stump move forward in a short step. She then shifted her weight onto
her left leg stump. As her arm stump came back down with force her right leg
stump and the cane came forward in another little step. This happened very
quickly the cycle repeated once more before she reached me. She was going for
the entrance behind me moving with such grace and that stiff leg walk!... I
came down to her level placing one hand on her belly and the other on her hip
which made her stop but not rise her eyes. I grabbed her chin gently --Don't
cry, I do not want to make you sad. Such beautiful eyes should never cry-- She
looked at me, waiting --I do not want you to go... I want you, just you. Since
I saw you for the first time I have done nothing but to think about you... I
think you are the most attractive woman in the world-- --You lie. You tell
Olga nice things because amputations... Mama did same in Russia...-- I grabbed
her arm stump and massaged it --See, I don't mind, I am looking forward to do
this every minute of every hour of my life-- She looked puzzle but let me
touch her arm --You do not care I am cripple? You do not se how ugly it is?--
--No! I find it... It's a turn on! The way you walk, the way you hold things
under your stump... It's fascinating!-- --You are very strange, but I like
you... Doctor in Russia told me about people like you, people who like
disfigured girls. But I didn't believed, and you are first I meet... I like
you, you look at me with desire, the way men used to look at me... I do not
care you like amputations. I would let you touch anything for a massage, all
hurts...-- I kissed her in the shadows, her full lips engulfed mine. Her
veteran tongue ran into my mouth and drove me crazy. She hugged me using her
stump, pressing her big chess against mine --I need man for a long time now...
You take me upstairs?-- She whispered in my ear. I figured Adam succumbed to
one of such whispers that fateful day in the Garden of Eden.
    As soon as the door closed behind me I was nibbling, sucking and kissing
the end of her cut off arm. She stopped in the middle of the room amazed. Her
scars ran deep, it was easy to pick the places where the stitches had been.
Even I could tell this was a very bad job. Obviously the surgeon did not take
his time with her on did nor know what he was doing. --What happened?-- I
asked casually, she knew immediately what I was talking about --Four years
before in Russia I worked in factory at night, accident happened in my section
and many workers got injured. The hospital had few doctors on duty... They
said I needed very long, complicated surgery, but there was no time for that
because there where too many injured... I was amputated instead... Then I
could not work anymore and government gave me pension... I had boyfriend
before accident. He had left for the army two month before. I told him about
the accident... He promised to come back to me but his friends wrote back home
to their girlfriends saying how he was going out with other girls  and he was
saying to them that if we married he could not be intimate with me because I
was cripple. I felt very bad and decided I did not wanted him. Then my sister
asked for me to come to America and I came... I love Liuva. She needs money
for studding but uses it to care for me. I want to help but it is difficult
for me... Very hard for person with amputation... Men don't like an amputated
girl either... They push me away, all I want is to have good time. Your friend
too, he makes fun and yells to me, he do not like watching me...-- She went on
recounting some more bad experiences while I went around her and started
kissing her neck.
    I held her breasts in my hands through the fabric looking for her nipples.
My touch aroused her and I found my objectives --Yes... I have done this for
myself for so long...-- --I will remedy that-- I said, already playing with
her nipples, she went into a frenzy. She propped her little cane against her
hip, pulled down the right sleeve and started removing her sweater. I helped
her as soon as I realized what she was trying to accomplish. Her areolas were
big pink circles surrounding her hard and overextended nipples. I sucked on
her melons like a newborn. She had her eyes closed, keeping her balance with
the cane slightly tilted forward to the left, deeply entrenched in the carpet.
Her arm stump move about stroking whatever part of me it found. I was in
heaven and there could not be a more erotic angel! She moaned laud with
pleasure, her smile came back. I stuck my hand from underneath her mini skirt
and pulled off her wet panties. My hand caressed her pubic area and I realized
she was wearing a crotchles pantyhose. I helped her open her legs a little
bit, enough to squeeze two fingers inside her. By now her cunt was  dripping
badly. I continue kissing her shoulders and neck, one hand wrestling with her
breasts and the other one massaging her clitoris. Well, it did not last, she
came in a unusual violent way. So many orgasms rocked her little body I had to
hold her so she would not fall. Her arm's stump trashed uncontrollably. When
she came down a little I picked her up and dropped her onto the bed. She
pulled off her miniskirt, she was practically naked, only her pantyhose and
boots remained.
    She rolled over her stomach and pulled herself up, she then hung onto the
bed's headboard. --Come here, I have little space I want you to fill...-- she
said wiggling her buttocks in my direction. I fucked her up her ass, just as
she asked me. --Hold... my... my tits...please...-- Her melons were swinging
wildly, hitting everything within reach and her arm's stump could not restrain
then. I placed one hand over them and she put her arm's stump over it, making
a sandwich of my hand. I grabbed her hip with my other hand and. She was so
energetic I wondered what would have been should she had had her full
compliment of limbs. I was spent at the end but she was just getting started.
She sat on top of me and dropped her breasts on my face, as a sucked on them I
heard the distinctive sound of Velcro pulling apart. I rolled over and ended
on top of her --Take off boots now... No, pull from bottom... yes... that's
it-- The boots came off and I placed them on the floor by the bed. She rubbed
the wide ends of her legs.. The superfluous part of the nylon pantyhose legs
had been cut off and the tubes were sewn shut to produce the new ends. Her leg
stumps where big, fat cones of flesh, the scars ran across the back
immediately after the tips. The surgeon had done a better job there but the
end result was still very messy. She did not have much in the way of muscles,
her flesh was flabby, riddle with cellulite and baby fat. I massage one stump
at a time and she relaxed --Sometimes I feel my legs, they hurt as if they
were there... massages is the only thing that helps but I only have one hand--
--You don't use prostheses because they hurt?-- --Oh no! I am just more
comfortable with my boots. They do not tire me as quickly as the full
prostheses do, plus I am closer to the ground and it is easier to get up--.
    I recuperated eventually and we went back at it but I could never compete.
Her stamina was incredible and I struggle constantly to keep up. Even after
eight years of marriage I am still struggling to keep up. Interestingly
enough, the only one how supported my decision to marry Olga was Yuri. Every
body else, including my beloved parents, was concerned and even outraged that
I will even consider marrying Olga. But in Yuri's own words "Hey body, do what
is good for you or you are not good for anybody". I am glad I did not pay
attention to main stream thought and opted to stick it out with Olga. I have
been the happiest husband this side of the Grande river ever since. No
complaints, no regrets, there is only open skies ahead.