Wheelchairs, Teen Pussies, and Fun

JackassTales…Tale #71…Readers; in the first part of my signature I call myself a Horny Old Dog in a Wheelchair. I call upon my wheelchair knowledge to write this fictional story about wheelchairs, teens, and sex. Language and sexual situations have been exaggerated for literary sake.


Wheelchairs, Teen Pussies, and Fun


[1] Introduction to Passion

Wheelchairs are a great inconvenience, yet they are invaluable when it comes to giving a means of transportation to those who have a disability. Damn, I hate that word ‘disability’! Disability does not mean ‘inability’ or helplessness. Take me; I am a nineteen-year-old sophomore at our local community college which is only a mile away. I speed to my classes in a motorized wheelchair and have the campus as my racetrack.

I am studying mechanical engineering and am a top student. I’m not entirely wheelchair bound. I have a neuromuscular condition which weakens my legs, but I can stand and walk short distances.

Presently, I am using my engineering skills to develop a heavy-duty wheelchair suitable for both street and off road. It is a hybrid using either batteries or a gasoline engine. My rear-wheel drive turns rubber tracks designed for use by trucks in snow. With my front ‘crazy’ wheels, my vehicle works much like one of those zero-turn lawnmowers.

One might think that I was building a dune buggy and I suppose it might work as such. The wheelchair’s 4 foot width allows for two narrow bucket seats. The 6 foot length gives the vehicle a relatively short turning radius. In fact, it can turn on a dime! As a safety feature, my buggy has a full-body rollcage complete with a lighting package with low, medium, and high-beam illumination.

My dad is providing the capital for my project. He and I tore the back wall out of our basement and installed a garage door. The basement was emptied of its contents and was transformed into a mechanics shop complete with a back wall full of tools and workbenches.

I was adding air to my front tires when someone spoke, but the air compressor kicked on and drowned the voice out. It was probably just Scott the sixteen-year-old high-schooler I hired as my helper. The boy wasn’t much of a mechanic, but he was learning. He did my heavy lifting and was very handy as a go-fer. I glanced around and indeed it was Scott, but he wasn’t alone. There were two teen girls with him. The air compressor kicked off.

“Hey Jack, I thought you didn’t work on Sundays,” Scott said.

My answer was a bit terse, “I work every day. You don’t work on Sundays because of my budget!”

“Oh, I didn’t know,” my helper and next door neighbor said.

I tried to ease the tension with a lighthearted attempt at humor. “Hey Scott, who are your friends,” I asked. “Did you bring one of them for me? I’ll take the shorter, dark-haired girl with the sexy cut-off jeans and the short, slim legs. She’s a cutie! Okay?”

“Sure you can have her,” he hastily replied. “That’s Brandi the Brat. This tall, sexy blond is my girl. I have the best of the deal with my pick, Amber the Angel!”

I could tell that the girls were nervous when Scott brought them over for a handshake introduction. The girls had lived next door to Scott for a month, but this was the first time I’d seen them. I guess I spent too much time in my basement laboratory.

Amber was tall and sexy. Even at seventeen, she was big busted and fine figured. She was dressed rather sedately this day. On the other hand, her sixteen-year-old sister seemed to be dressed beyond her age. I wasn’t sure, but I’d bet that she had cut a pair of her old jeans off too short on purpose and then raveled them out to look ragged and sexy. Well, it worked. I had trouble keeping my eyes off her shorts, her crotch, and her sleek legs.

This younger sister wore glasses which took nothing away from her cuteness. She wore most of her headful of hair tied with a ribbon atop her head. The rest just fell in wavy showers that framed her cute face and made her extremely attractive.

Scott took it upon himself to show the girl’s the prototype wheelchair he was helping me build. Amber followed the boy like a puppy. Brandi surprisingly remained standing beside me in my wheelchair. She was nervous but seemed genuinely intrigued by my situation. “That machine is so much bigger than the one you’re in,” she remarked. Then the girl boldly asked the question which captivated her young mind, “Would you really choose me before Amber? All the guys prefer Amber.”

Oh shit! Had I gone too far with my teasing? Well, I was going to have to answer the girl, so I may as well answer truthfully. “Brandi, I prefer you,” I admitted. “You are a very cute girl. I like cute girls better than pretty ones. With those short, shorts on, I bet you are going to be a handful of trouble! I think you might even be dangerous. I have the most powerful urge to kiss your sweet young lips and reach out and cup your bulging crotch. Would you scream?”

Before the girl could answer, I said, “Forget what I said, Brandi. I’m mostly just teasing. Sometimes I just get horny and say and do inappropriate things. I’m a complete stranger to you which makes me doubly bad.”

The girl put a hand on my head, kissed my cheek, and then demurely whispered, “I would let you kiss me, but my crotch is off limits to boys.”

Looking around to make sure no one was observing, the girl turned my head, leaned down about an inch, and then kissed my mouth. Hot, young female lips set mine afire. Brandi kissed me once, twice, three times in total. It was only when the young lady realized that a hand had crept up her super smooth leg and into her shorts and was fondling her ass that the girl stopped kissing me. She backed away.

“Sorry, Cutie,” I halfheartedly apologized. “I couldn’t help myself! At least I left your crotch alone.”

Brandi crossly responded, “Well, my ass is off limits, too!”

I decided to tease her one more time. “Okay, young lady, I need a written list from you,” I requested. “Please list every part of your body that is ‘off limits’ to me. Be as detailed and specific as you can.”

A cute little smile lit Brandi’s face. “May I have your email address and I’ll send you the list,” the girl inquired.

I gave the requested address to her. Just then Scott and Amber appeared after having the tour of my mighty vehicle. They were holding hands and acting all lovey-dovey. The girl brazenly kissed Scott right in front of me, who up until today was a complete stranger.

“Oh heck, Scott, you’re so damned lucky,” I exclaimed. “I wish I had a girl willing to kiss me. I guess my wheelchair is a big turn-off.”

“Oh go and throw yourself a pity party,” Brandi bitchily declared. “Since there is no other girl around, I will kiss you!”

Speaking of brazen, this teen girl Brandi plopped her ass in my lap, put her arms around my neck, and then placed her pouty, wet lips against mine. Boy-o-Boy, I felt that sweet passionate kiss all the way to my toes! The erection between my legs stiffened even harder and swelled in size. The girl’s eyes drilled into mine as if telling me that she knew exactly what her ass was sitting on.

Brandi climbed out of my lap much slower than she had jumped in. Knowing I shouldn’t do it, I did it anyway. I quickly stuck a hand up one of the girl’s shorts legs and grabbed a whole handful of asscheek. If looks could kill, then I was ready for the coroner to pick me up. This girl was fuming, yet she allowed my hand a few seconds of touchy-feely.

What I did next surprised us all. I hit the forward power button on my wheelchair. The chair did a wheelie which threw Brandi back into my lap and atop my horny hard erection. Both back wheels grabbed a hold on the concrete basement floor and then the wheelchair shot out into the backyard. I gave my passenger no time to take a breath. Around and around obstacles I raced. This girl hung onto me as if fearing for her life.

I stopped behind a huge oak tree. Out of site from the house, I asked, “Brandi, may I have another one of those kisses?”

Without a second’s hesitation, arms encircled my neck and lips took possession of my heart. This girl and I kissed as if there were no tomorrow. Passion and obsession claimed our souls.

Again, I did a No-No. My hand cupped the female crotch which was in no man’s land. Brandi’s lips stopped their ravaging of mine. My hand moved to the short-short’s ragged bottom hem and crept up from the front. I touched hairless valleys, I touched pussy, and my fingers wet themselves in the virginal juices of a reluctant young woman.

“Please stop, Jack!” Brandi begged. “I’m not this ‘bad’!”

I did stop. I took the girl back to her sister. After goodbyes were said, the boy and the two girls went back from whence they came.

[2] Young Runaway Lust

About an hour later I heard a synthesized voice say, “You’ve got mail.” I keep a laptop in my workshop because I correspond with so many other amateur engineers. I stopped fiddling with my huge bank of batteries on my big wheelchair and checked the email. It wasn’t from a fellow engineer. Far from it. It was an email from a teen girl I had recently met. It was simply a list entitled, Off Limits.

OFF LIMITS
Breasts
Pussy
Ass (?)

OKAY
Kissing
Hugging

“Are you reading my list?” a lone voice spoke from just inside my shop door. “Jack, I really like you. No other boy has treated me quite like you do. Even when you do inappropriate things, I can’t get all that angry at you.”

I lay the laptop aside. The sexy girl speaking was Brandi of course. “Girl, come sit in my lap,” I lightheartedly demanded.

Before she moved, Brandi asked, “Are you still…is it still…are you hard and swollen?”

I chuckled a little. The cute young lady was still kind of timid and shy. She had a lot to learn about guys. I would love to be the guy to teach her.

“Yes Ma’am, I’m hard and horny,” I confessed. “My lap may be a dangerous place for you to sit.”

Smiling wickedly, Brandi teased, “I think I’ll be safe so I’ll take my chances.”

Again, a cute girl wearing glasses plopped her ass in my lap. A slight blush colored her face when she realized that she was indeed sitting atop a rigid cock. In spite of this knowledge, Brandi hugged me and began giving me hot, wet, passionate kisses. Again, our two hearts joined as one and teen obsession was aroused.

“Babe, let me ask you a very personal question,” I said. “You don’t have to answer, but I hope you do. Is your pussy shaven?”

Brandi recoiled as if I had hit her with a baseball bat. I knew the question was too personal. It was not a subject a girl of sixteen would want to discuss with a guy of nineteen.

“Yes, it’s clean and smooth-shaven!” Brandi burst out and admitted. Perhaps she didn’t mean to say what she did, but she did say it. She then clarified, “But, it’s still on the off limits list!”

I refused to drop the subject. “Girlie, why did you shave your pussy?” I quizzed.