A Date With Loving Sisters 2 (Commission)

I couldn’t sleep for almost the entire night. My imagination was on overdrive wondering what tomorrow would be like, having to masturbate just to calm down. When I did finally fall asleep I dreamt of Lacie. Except this time, instead of just missing one hand, she was completely limbless. She was mounted to the wall with some sort of metal instrument, and greeted me happily, as if it was perfectly normal. Lets just say I had more than one wet dream!

In the morning I texted Sam to let her know I would see them in the park in about an hour.

Immediately I could see she was responding. The text bubbles displayed for no more than about ten seconds before getting a response,

> Good morning! We had a wonderful time last night. Can’t wait to see you today too ;)

> Is this Jan? I was suspicious of the speed at which a helpless torso could actually respond via text.

> Haha, of course! I typically relay messages to Sam and I type for her. You’re on the inside now, so we might as well let you know, I speak for Sam when we’re texting.

> Good to know. Can’t wait to see you too xoxo

> 🤤

> I’m not sure I’m going to make it, just the thought of seeing the two of you again makes me have to take long breaks if you know what I mean.

> We know what you mean. Have some discipline and come see us ASAP. You think Sam can take a masturbation break every time she thinks of you?? Sheesh, men sometimes ;)

I pushed my intrusive thoughts deep down until I could make it to the park. Jan and Sam were on a picnic blanket in the middle of a large grass field. As I got closer I could see that they were snacking. Jan was feeding Sam individual grapes as I approached.

Jan sat cross-legged facing Sam. They weren’t at eye level however–Sam laid on her belly, propped up only by her gigantic breasts in what looked like an uncomfortable position. Her armless shoulders jutted out a few inches beyond her rib cage. She held her head up to accept the grapes her sister was hand-feeding her. Her lower half was covered by a wool blanket that draped over her slender waist to protect herself from the morning dewey chill. It fell abruptly to the ground below her hips, which were just as wide as her shoulders. Images of her nude body flashed back into my memory and I paused as my hardening dick took control.

“Don’t just stand there, silly! Can’t you see Sam is cold?” I was starting to get the impression that Jan got off on being controlling.

“Oh, right, I'm so sorry. Let me help keep you warm, Sam.” I said in mock humility.

I wrapped my arms around her waist, threading my arms in the gap beneath her belly, made possible by how high she was being propped up by her breasts. She was very light, probably only 50 pounds. I carefully sat down, placing her hips in the space between my own crossed legs, facing away from me.

Without hesitation, Sam began to roll her hips, trying to find purchase between my legs. I could feel her strong core muscles working hard to both keep her balance and to accomplish some sort of goal, “Are you comfortable?” I asked.

“Mm, oh, of course! Very comfy. I just…well you know” Sam said hesitantly. Her shyness was clear but quite endearing.

“She wants to face you, Jim. You gotta turn her around.”

“Oh! Okay. I lifted Sam by her waist again and attempted to spin her torso. It was more of a challenge than I expected and Jan stood quickly to help.

“See you have to lift her under the hips. See? Like this…” Jan aggressively leaned Sam back letting her head fall into one arm, sliding her other hand between her bottom and my pants. She looked me in the eyes and took a couple seconds more to reach even farther, secretly grabbing the tip of my rock hard cock that I was trying hard to conceal. Jan bit her lip, never breaking eye contact.

“Hey, put me down!” Sam complained.

Jan turned Sam around and placed her in my lap facing me. She quickly released and her helpless body started falling backwards. Instinctively I reached out around her waist to catch her. Her bottom slid toward me in my lap and her right cheek rubbed hard against my shaft.

“Oh!” Sam exclaimed. Jan began to laugh loudly, satisfied with her mission accomplished.

Sam’s face turned beet red. I could tell she was surprised to feel my cock through my pants on her ass. I quickly sat her upright so that she was eye-level with me. I noticed that her nipples had started to get hard as they began to create small tents beneath her shirt.

“I'm so sorry, I didn’t mean to…” sam began to apologize but Jan interrupted her.

“Oh my god, Sam, you know you love it,” Sam looked coy and started to blush, “I can see all the way from here those nipples could cut glass!”

I held Sam still as her sister sat down next to us both. With one movement she inserted her entire hand into the front of Sam’s pants, immediately making her yelp. Just as with me, she kept it in place for a couple seconds as Sam’s eyes began to roll back into her head, “See, this is what Sam needs. Without the right stimulation, disabled individuals become depressed and inconsolable. Isn’t that right, Sam?”

Sam could hardly hear Jan speak to her and continued to moan, “I said–isn’t that right?” Jan pushed her hand deeper, probably inserting her fingers deep within her pussy.

“Yes!! Oh god, yes!”

“See?” Jan removed her hand and stood up, wiping off her wet hands on her pants.

I stared at Sam, dumbfounded at the finger raping that just occured by Sam’s able-bodied sister. Sam was completely limp in my arms as her head lolled to the side. She looked exhausted.

“I have an idea,” I said. It wasn’t the first time it had crossed my mind, but I finally felt comfortable bringing it up.

“Oh yeah, big boy?” Jan replied in a condescending tone, “What does the big boy want to do?”

“Come back to my place, I’ll explain on the way!”

We discussed the idea on the way back. Thankfully Jan was quite proficient with brading. She does it often for Sam to keep her hair out of the way. When we got home I dug into my closet for a very special item. I pulled out an old steel rolling stand that used to hold an IV in a hospital. Now it was rusty, squeaky, and hardly passed for a medical device.

“Jesus, that thing looks like shit,” Jan said. Sam could not see the stand as she was laying on the couch in the other room, right where I left her.

“Yeah, but it's perfect. Can you braid her hair for this?” I flicked the spiral hook at the top of the stand as if to test its holding strength.

“I’m not sure, but it's always worth trying!”

I went into the other room and picked up Sam. She slowly opened her eyes, looking very sleepy.

“Is it ready yet?” Sam asked.

“We just need to get your hair ready and I think we can make it work.”

Finally feeling a sense of power over Sam, I shifted my hands to hold her from front to back along her bottom slit to make sure she couldn’t talk anymore. Her small yelp indicated that it was working and she dug her head into my chest breathing hard as I walked, bouncing her on my arm.

I removed her shirt and bra, leaving only her bottoms. It would have been difficult removing those items after she had been hung. Jan spent time braiding Sam’s hair. Thankfully it was quite long, almost longer than her entire body. This gave Jan a lot of freedom to work. Using tight braids, Jan made sure that there were no strands that were pulling unnecessarily harder than others, which would cause pain. She terminated them with a special loop at the top where the ends of her long hair were braided into itself to give it strong tensile strength. With a couple hardy tugs, Jan jerked Sam’s hair that was literally formed into a handle. It did not cause her any pain so she invited me to try.

I grabbed Sam’s hair and pulled up slowly until she was sitting upright on the ground, balanced only by the upward force of her own hair. Her eyes opened wide.

“Woah,” Sam exclaimed, “this is trippy!”

“Does it hurt?” I asked.

“It feels so weird…but it doesn’t hurt. Is this what it’s like to stretch?”

I was about to answer when Jan interrupted, “Well here goes nothing!” She grabbed Sam’s hair on both sides of the loop and lifted with all her might. She was able to lift Sam about five inches off the ground but it wasn’t enough to get it over the hook. She dropped Sam's torso back onto the ground, making every curve on her body jiggle at once.

“Ow! What the fuck, Jan!”

“Oops! Oh, that wasn’t so bad, you probably liked it, huh?” Sam stuck her tongue out at her sister with disdain.

“Please,” Sam said, “just get me set up, I can’t wait!”

Jim carefully picked Sam up just like Jan, but his larger muscles made the job quite easy–even with breasts as large as hers. She slowly swayed back and forth as Jim moved to place the loop over the hook of the IV stand. He gently let off, allowing her hair to take over the weight of her body. Finally letting go, he gave her braid a final tug for safety sake.

Jan looked over Sam with a huge grin. It almost seemed as if she was envious of her sister. She got down on her knees at eye level. It was a trippy sight seeing two similar looking people, yet both were in such drastically different situations.

She held her hand up to Sam's cheek and gently caressed it, “How does it feel?”

Sam could only move her eyes since her small weight was being supported wholly by her scalp. The muscles in her neck tensed and her body swayed a bit independently from her head. She was trying to look down at herself, I realized.

“It’s…I can’t even look around! If I try to so much as turn my head, my body spins…” She demonstrated. With too much effort the momentum of her torso caused her body to spin by her braid.

“Oh, hi there!” Sam said to me as her spinning brought me into view, “How do you like…uh oh!” She began spinning the opposite direction as her braid pulled her back to center.

“You’re gonna feel pretty dizzy after today, aren't you?” Jan laughed.

Jan stood up, “I think we should give little Samantha here a little break. She’s been through a lot today!” she bent down and kissed her sister full on the lips, reaching down to jerk off the sewn shut jeans she was wearing, revealing her soaking wet pussy. A thick droplet of cum followed, leaving a wet mark on the floor directly beneath the helpless sister.

“Wait, what? Don’t leave me!” Sam exclaimed.

“Let’s see,  I think I have something to shut you up,” She rummaged through her purse, pulling out a pink vibrating bullet. Turning it on, she easily stuffed it into her sister's pussy.

“Oh, oh my fucking god,” Sams eyes rolled back into her head. Her abdominals began lightly twitching as the vibrator took over her consciousness. Her pendulous breasts with hard nipples almost an inch long at this point, began jiggling in time with her spasms.

Jan came over to me and grabbed my shirt. Biting her lip she said, “let’s have a little fun of our own. Sam can watch if she wants.”

For the next twenty minutes we put on a show for Sam. I lay on the floor in front of the hanging torso girl as Jan stripped naked, sitting directly on my cock. Once in a while, Sam would open her eyes to be treated with the image of her own sister fully taking my cock into her pussy.

“Please! Oh, please fuck me like that, Jim!” Sam begged.

“Not yet, you're not ready!” I replied. I was still a little reserved around Sam, not wanting to do anything she wouldn’t like. However Jan was always there to pick up the slack. I really think she liked it though.

“Hey, you’re all set! You can’t tell me that the soaking wet puddle beneath your ass isn’t proof that you’re completely satisfied right now. Don’t you know, sisters should share!”

Keeping her eyes on Sam, Jan reached down and grabbed my dick with both hands. The look of desire on Sam’s face for my member made me shoot a load directly between her breasts onto her belly. I screamed at the release of all that tension as Jan screamed, “Score! Good job, Jim!” Sam moaned in reaction to being sprayed with cum. My cum slowly dripped down to her pussy, mixing with her own fluids soon to fall to the floor below her.

“Hey, wanna see something cool?” Jan asked me, “Watch this.”

Jan knelt in front of Sam again, grasping one of her giant breasts with both hands. She swayed back and forth to counter the forces, making her eyes open wide. Jan gently placed her large nipple into her mouth and suckled.

“Jan…oh…that’s so…I don’t think Jim wants to see…oh!” She cried as Jan sucked on her nipple, soon leaving a drop of white breast milk at its tip.

“Fuck, that always feels so good. It’s like scratching an itch I didn’t know I had!” Sam said.

Jan lifted Sam’s breast and pointed her nipple at me. “Wanna give it a try?”

I stared at Sam's nipple. More than anything, I wanted her huge nipple in my mouth, but I wasn’t prepared for it to be full-on lactating. Jesus, this whole week has been one big whirlwind, I thought to myself.

“What, like, suck it?”

“No, slow cook it, and eat it. Yes, suck it, silly!”

I approached the nipple and Jan quickly squeezed it, sending a spray of white breast jizz all over my face, “Oh my god!” I cried.

Jan cackled while Sam moaned from the relief, “Don’t lie, I know you liked that. You like being dominated just as much as my crippled sister here, don't you?”

I stared at Jan with my milk soaked face. Drops of white liquid dripped from the tips of my hair. As a man, I had never considered it. But every time Jan would belittle her sister, or talk down to me, my cock got a little harder. The feeling was impossible to miss.

“Don't you like it? I see how much harder that cock gets when I control the situation.”

I did. I loved her abuse just as much as her sister did. I was no longer going out with Sam, Jan the caregiver in tow–Sam and I were now Jan’s plaything. And we both loved it.

“Suck it.” Jan commanded.

I took Sam’s breast in both hands and sucked. The warm sweet liquid felt like a cozy blanket in my mouth. I never imagined that such a sweet nectar could come from this crippled huge-breasted amputee, but stranger things have happened recently.

“Good, boy. Now I want you to stick your cock into Sam’s pussy. Don’t touch! Just the cock.”

I was ready to cum again and my cock was harder than ever now that I realized my true purpose. I lay beneath Sam in her sticky fluid puddle. Without any legs or thighs in the way, I had no problem shimmying beneath her. The levitating legless bottom was a heavenly sight, slowly spinning around an axis, a view like none other.

Jan grabbed my cock and aimed it directly at Sam’s hole, “Now when I say go, I want you to ram that cock of yours as deep as you can into Sam’s cunt. Got me?”

I shook my head. I was ready for anything.

“Three…two…one…” Jan ripped the vibrator from her sister's pussy letting free a flood of built up fluid. Before Jan could say it, Sam screamed, “Go!!”

I let Jan guide my cock as I closed my eyes and thrusted as hard and as far as I could. My cock stopped the flow of liquid and completely bottomed out within Sam’s completely available pussy.

“Ahhh!” Sam screamed as she came harder than anyone I’ve ever seen. The pressure within her vagina was so much that it pushed my cock all the way back out, sending a torrential downpour of womanly cum all over me, and Jan. We were both completely soaked.

Jan held up her cum soaked hand to her sister, “Lick it.” Sam sucked on her sister’s fingers, cleaning every last drop of her own fluid from the hand, topped off with a loving kiss on the lips.

We all got dressed and our date ended with a wonderful walk down the street, at Jan’s command of course. I don’t think I would have ever made my own choice to walk cum soaked down the street with another woman, also soaked with cum, and her completely limbless sister hung from an old IV stand.

Jan pondered as she pushed the stand down the sidewalk, “You know, this is almost as easy as pushing your wheelchair. We should definitely do this more often!” Sam’s face grew bright red at the realization that she might be paraded around like this more often.

“I’d be up for joining you two…” I said hesitantly.

“Duh, Jim. You’re my new plaything now! I’m so excited to see what other ideas all of us can come up with!”