Lovebirds

Lovebirds by StarDust

I rang the bell and the door swung open almost immediately. I subconsciously stepped back with surprise. Muriel was standing behind the door, buttoning up her light strolling coat.

"Perfect timing, I'm just about to leave," she exclaimed, then added: "... and let you, two lovebirds, alone."

I felt a short sting of shame and I probably even blushed. Oh, those teenagers and their boldness!

"I'll sleep over at Beth's. I'll be back tomorrow at noon, or so," Muriel said as she slipped through the door and around me. "Ciao and behave yourself!" she called over the shoulder and disappeared behind the corner of the corridor.

"Forgive her forwardness," said Viola apologetically but with an amused smile.

Viola was Muriel's mom and my friend from old good times when we were just a bit older than Muriel now. She stood in the wide, double-door frame that separated the hall from the living room.

"No problem," I assured her. "We all had been young," I added and shrug shoulders.

Viola shrug her narrow shoulders too as if agreeing with me. The dangling empty sleeves of a little oversized sweatshirt swayed lightly. Her casual appearance was lovely. Short pale blond hair was tousled a bit on one side. She had got a face which didn't need a make-up, thank to naturally red lips and deep blue eyes. Only her eyebrows had been enhanced with a permanent pencil.

On her legs, Viola was wearing leggings that did absolutely nothing to hide her slightly wider hips (considering the otherwise slim figure) and thighs that tapered neatly toward narrow knees. That was where the thin fabric stretched over and thus outlined the sharp edge of leg prostheses Viola was wearing. Two legs that protruded from the bottom of leggings were too much rigid and way too plastic looking to fool anybody. Artificial feet were clad in snow-white socks, without any additional footwear.

I hung my jacket in the hall and walked to Viola. My arm snaked around her waist as I pulled her toward me and kissed her on lips. I smelled the faint flowery scent of a girl that should have been much younger but I liked it nonetheless. Together with the outfit it made her look very fresh and appealing.

* * *

The evening went on well. We ate few sandwiches that Muriel had prepared before she left and I opened the bottle of wine I had brought with me. We chatted together easily, mostly bringing up memories of youth times - as we often did. Thanks to the power of wine, we giggled probably more than it was necessary, but we just felt happy in the presence of each other.

At one moment I put a CD into the player and invited Viola to dance. She accepted gladly and soon we were swaying around the living room under tones of Genesis, The Police and Joe Cocker. When the music slowed down I wrapped arms around Viola and we pressed our bodies together, floating on waves of gentle music.

Viola hadn't got any arms to return my hug but she knew very well how to make up for that. She twisted inside my arms and touched me with different parts of her beautiful body - sometimes letting her fairly big, soft bosom brush across my lower chest, other times twisting her hips she would let them brush over my thighs (and groin!) and occasionally she even poked my chest with soft, round ends of her shoulders where arms were no more attached. I must say I liked it a lot. The way, how she was doing it, looked so natural and - yes, absolutely normal. I felt being touched at least as much as I was touching her myself.

Then the first notes of "You can leave your hat on" track came from speakers and I immediately got an idea. I stepped away from Viola and started to sway exaggerating the 'erotic' of my moves. I caressed my own chest through the shirt with a grimace of excitement on my face. Viola giggled like a teenage girl and I bet had she still had her arms, she would have been covering her mouth with a hand or both now. Realizing what I was about to do, she walked to the couch, sat on it and made herself comfortable to watch the show.

I'm too shy to go into details here. I'm sure you do understand. Let's just say I had stripped myself down, clumsily dancing to tones of the music, stumbling over my own pants, almost ripping apart my shirt in an attempt to slide it over my head in one fluid motion, not expecting its narrow neck opening would hook under my chin. Ok, Viola laughed a lot but I think it was definitely not - THAT - funny.

Anyway, somehow I had managed to get myself naked just before the song ended. But then I reset the track back and as first tones began to play again, I gestured for Viola to come to me. She stood up, still smiling, and walked to me.

"Your turn now," I said to her, grinning.

"How am I..." she started to protest but I interrupted her: "Don't worry, I'll help you."

And then I got the idea. I pushed my lovely friend into the hall where I turned all lights on. On one wall there hung a big, full-length mirror. I steered Viola in front of it. I stood behind her and reached forward, around her body, with my arms. We looked at us in the mirror and laughed. To say the truth, it looked weird because long sleeves of the sweatshirt still hung emptily along her body and my hairy arms sort-of protruded from under them.

Viola started to swing to the rhythm of the music and I tried to follow her motions. I put hands on her hips caressing them in a 'wanna-be-sexy' way and then I grabbed the hem of the sweatshirt. I raised it high up, almost to her breasts, in a quick motion and then brought it down again abruptly, as if teasing the audience in front of us. Viola giggled.

Then I raised only the right side of it a little and let it drop back. I repeated the same with the left side and only then I started to rise the hem all the way up to her chest, this time slowly and sensuously. Viola watched me doing it and suddenly went serious. I felt her heave onto me as she pushed her pelvis forward in a provocative manner. Her head leaned onto my shoulder and I smelled the distant scent of flowers again.

Holding the bottom of the sweatshirt on her chest with one hand, I caressed the tummy with the other, travelling around the belly button in the process. Viola pushed back her pelvis and swayed slowly from side to side, brushing sexy buttocks right over my groin, which resulted in my immediate erection. She must have sensed that because I could see her smile broaden in the mirror.

I made a half step back, partly to escape her dangerous rubbing and partly to make room for me to remove her sweatshirt. I pulled it up to her neck revealing the absolutely beautiful bosom encased in a rich, lacy bra. I held it there for a short while, enjoying the subtle jiggling that Viola's slow dance was causing to her tits. Then I pulled the sweatshirt up again and over her head carefully. This brought her armless shoulders into view and I quickly tossed the cloth to the floor, came close to Viola and crossed my arms over her chest, right above breasts, hiding both pitiful amputation sites inside my palms. I hugged her like that, lovingly, in a sort-of protective manner. She smiled somewhat sadly and caressed my forearm with her chin.

Then I broke the uneasy moment by moving my hands onto her tits where I traced their contours in a teasing way. I let my palms slide across their front and when I felt nipples harden under my pressure, I encircled them with fingers. They were clearly visible even through the thick fabric of the brasserie. Viola turned her head and pretended a wistful look on her face, licking lips sensuously as if warming up a night club full of yearning people.

I let her play the role and moved my hands to her back. I quickly unclasped small hooks and inserted fingers inside the loosen cups of the bra from behind, cupping both mind-blowing orbs in my hands under the fabric. As I slid my palms onto the front of her breasts and started fondling them lightly, the bra got even more loosen by my moves, until its straps finally slipped from the rounded shoulders and the whole thing flew down from Viola's body.

I gasped as the naked breasts came into view in the mirror. My hands were not big enough to hide them and I spread fingers to let rigid nipples slide between them and show up in the mirror too. I pinched them between my knuckles and poked on them with the edge of my hand where fingers connected to the palm. This time it was Viola's turn to gasp and she even moaned as I pulled on the nipples rather forcefully until they slipped from between my fingers. Then I let them dig gently into my open palms and sort of moved them around as two little joysticks. After that, I shifted my hands and just cupped those beautiful tits from the bottom, leaving big pink areolas and their erected centers fully on display and admiration. I'm pretty sure we both had been admiring them equally.

I squeezed her breasts couple of times more and then put my hands onto Viola's hips again and let them sway together in the rhythm of the song. I didn't hold them there for too long because I was afraid the tune might come to an end very soon. I hooked my fingers behind the rubber band of leggings and started to pull them down.

I had to stop and drop to my knees to be able to continue. While Viola was still moving her bottom sensuously, I managed to pull leggings over her buttocks and down the tapering thighs easily, until the upper part of her greenish-gray liners came to view. They started several centimeters above knees and disappeared inside the tight buckets of lower leg prostheses that reached right to her knees.

I pulled leggings down the hard plastic that didn't resemble nice, sexy woman's calves by any mean. Viola stopped moving her legs, so she wouldn't stumble on leggings around her ankles and just swayed the upper body, obviously satisfied with the effect her moves had on the full bosom. I raised one of my hands and placed it on her buttock for support while I held leggings down with the other. Viola had got the hint and stepped out of the elastic fabric with one foot. Then we did the same with her other leg and I tossed leggings forward as if to the crowd in front of us.

I stood behind Viola again and wanna-be-sensuously traced her adorable thighs with my hands. Then I let my right hand slip between her legs and rubbed the crotch through sexy knickers that matched the bra. Viola bit her lip, probably more pretending the tease of invisible audience than from a real excitement. But when I pressed harder, she sighed and I could feel increased pressure from her thighs as she clasped them together.

I stood up behind her and reaching around her body, as I did before, I took hold of her left breast and kneaded it slowly, letting its long nipple protrude between my fingers again. At the same time I slid my other hand across the beautiful tummy and inserted it slowly under the front edge of knickers. I went deeper inside and reached lower until I could feel soft pussy lips under my fingers. I started to massage them gently, knowing they were containing the most sensitive piece of Viola's anatomy.

Viola moaned and I knew I was doing it right. I massaged her some more, then reached even lower in one single move and cupped the meaty pussy inside my palm. I squeezed gently and felt first drops of juices, as if I was squeezing a lemon in a drink. I let my middle finger slid inside the slit, but not into the hole yet. I dragged it between pussy lips all the way along the slit. Another moan followed and Viola absentmindedly upturned her pelvis to get more of my caresses down there.

I dropped to knees again and pulled her knickers down the ass. In the mirror I could see her bald pussy with few traces of moisture on the front, tilting to one side then the other, as Viola was still swaying her hips ever so slowly. I held her butt cheek, now naked, as before and helped her withdraw one leg from knickers' leg opening. When I was about to do the same on the other side, she kicked her leg prosthesis suddenly and knickers flew away into the corner. She giggled at that.

I stood up behind her again and for a while admired the breathtaking view in the mirror. Despite missing some parts, Viola's body was absolutely beautiful and incredibly sexy. Everything what had left of her was just perfect. Flawless and stunningly beautiful face, perfectly sized breasts, narrow waist, flat, but still soft-looking tummy, seductively sexy wide hips, perfect thighs, exactly of the shape I liked the most... She was still swinging slowly, which animated the reflection in the mirror and on top of that - her naked, sweet butt cheeks rolled over my hardening penis in the process.

I was absolutely moved by her beauty and felt a strange urge to make this lovely human-being happy. I wrapped my arms around her waist from behind and pulled her to me. Our naked bodies touched, her back on my front and I leaned over and began to kiss her along the top of one shoulder. Then I parted my arms on her belly and one hand wandered up to the breast while the other aimed for the crotch.

This time I slid the finger right inside her and started to massage the opening all around. Viola's upper body squirmed in my arms from the pleasure and she moaned again. She had been wet between her legs already, so I started to push my finger in and out of her dripping cunt. I couldn't reach deep enough because Viola had jutted her bottom backward, not sure if to escape my invading finger, or in an attempt to trap my growing erection between her butt-cheeks because that's exactly what happened. Anyway, to make up for the lack of depth, I decided to add in the width and inserted a second finger inside her, followed almost immediately by the third one.

I held her tight in my arms and massaged the top part of the hot vagina, close to the opening, while squeezing her breast and the rock-hard nipple with the other hand. And this all was accompanied by my fairly hard dick having been pressed hard between two halves of her bum. Viola was groaning as her sexual arousal had been climbing up with every second of my work on her.

"Jack, Jack," she tried to catch my attention.

I slowed down and asked after kissing her shoulder again: "What's that?"

"Jack, let's go back to the living room," she suggested.

I let her slip out of my arms and just lightly touching her hips and the small of the back to maintain our mutual contact I followed her to the main room. She stopped by the couch but didn't sit or lay on it. Instead, she raised her left leg and let it rest on the couch cushion, bent at hip and knee.

Then she turned her head and told me over the shoulder: "You can continue now, honey."

Her left thigh was now horizontally while the right, the one that bore most of her weight, still pointed downward. This had separated them wide enough and I'd got much better access to that lovely cunt of hers. I stood behind her again and reached around to the front with my right hand. I inserted fingers in her sex tunnel again and as I leaned forward and pressed myself onto her, with head beside her left armless shoulder I could reach much deeper than before.

I didn't put my other hand onto her tit now. Instead, I placed it on top of the raised thigh and fondled it sensuously. The skin there was so delicately smooth, that even the touch of it on my palm alone was exciting enough to cause a stirring in my abdomen. I let my exploring hand slid to the inner side of the thigh and caressed her there, all the way up to the crotch where my first hand was working steadily on her cunt.

I felt Viola lean back against my upper arm that went around her body. She was obviously enjoying my service. With eyes closed from the pleasure, she was panting heavily. I was fingering her vigorously, smearing the thick juices, she was dripping out, over the top of her pussy occasionally. With the other hand I'd been fondling and massaging the inner side of her left thigh, that was driving me crazy with its feminine silkiness. The sexual tension had filled the air and Viola kept groaning and moaning continuously. I guess no one of us even noticed that the music had stopped already.

The time for the last part has come, I concluded. I shifted my hands. The right one moved up onto the outstanding clit that I had covered with the lubricant Viola had provided me with, and the left hand replaced the right inside the steaming love hole. Viola shrieked out with utter pleasure when I resumed working on her, this time double-handedly. Her animal reaction had encouraged me even more. I rubbed over the clit eagerly while I fucked her hard with fingers of the other hand. Our bodies were pressed to each other's heavily and she literally rested inside the arc of my arm that snaked around her. I sped up.

Viola cried and started to shake wildly. I had to fight hard to keep her upright as her leg, the one she was standing on, began to tremble visibly. I pulled her towards me more tightly with the forearm, hands still on her private parts but not moving that frantically anymore. I had to focus on holding her up since she had become noticeably weaker as the wild orgasm consumed most of her powers.

Then, suddenly, her leg simply gave up and at the same time Viola's upper body shot forward, bending above my forearm. I was not prepared for that and she sort-of slipped out from my arms and fell forward onto the couch. I was only able to slow the fall a bit. Her shortened body bounced a little on soft cushions and then she went motionless, except for heavy breathing.

I pushed away the low glassy table that stood in front of the couch to make more room there and crouched by Violas armless shoulders. Her head was turned sideways, eyes still closed. I caressed her naked back and hair on the head.

"Are you ok, baby?" I asked, scared a bit.

She just murmured but it sounded contently. I placed a loving kiss on her shoulder, right on the slightly scared place where her arm once had been. Then I inspected her body all over to check if she hadn't hurt somewhere. One of her legs, with the prosthesis still attached, hung down from the couch. I picked it up gently and placed it beside its sister on the couch. Then, letting one of my hands travel over the rear of her thigh, the naked bum and Viola's back, I moved to her head again.

"May I put your prostheses off?" I asked softly. "You won't need them while I'm here, anyway."

Viola nodded, her back still moving up and down visibly from heavy breathing.

"Ok," I patted her shoulder and got back to her legs.

I knew what to do. I simply took hold of one plastic leg with a hand, placed the other on the thigh for support and pulled the leg away. After getting over the initial resistance, the artificial leg went off easily. I did the same with the other one and placed both plastic limbs under the table. Then I sat on the couch below the severed ends of Viola's legs and started to roll down one of her liners. I had to rise the leg up to get the liner over the knee but it was done finally. I did the other one and stored them both under the table too.

I fondled the revealed leg stumps, that were laying in front of me, lovingly. They were very short and soft. I massaged the subtle tissue that was a pitiful remainder of a beautiful, full girl's calf it once had been. There was a scar at the back of each stump running around their tops in a half-circle. And then there were few other scars, much shorter, running seemingly randomly across the ends. I kissed both stumps, moved by their unfair fate, and then went on, onto the back of one of those lustful thighs. I kissed and licked all the way up, enjoying its smoothness, fullness and softness a lot. I had to lean over and support myself on elbows to reach white orbs of Viola's sexy buttocks and to be able to kiss them all over.

This had brought my half-erect penis to her legs, where it came to rest on the bottom of one of thighs. Then I felt Viola stir a bit and a second later I sensed an extremely pleasing pressure on my prick. I looked down along our bodies and saw that she had bent knees and took my pride between her stumps. She was rubbing it tenderly with them. My head started to spin around from the amazing sight and a huge wave of excitement it had caused in me. My old friend seemed to enjoy soft touches of Viola's legs, although incomplete ones, too, and grew instantly from the happiness.

"Oh, this is lovely," I heard Viola utter almost inaudibly.

I didn't say anything, just resumed kissing her pretty ass all over lovingly again.

"I want to have it in my mouth," she said suddenly and it caught my attention immediately. "But I'm too tired to move. Would you mind putting it in my mouth, love?"

I and my friend jumped up in unison after hearing such a plea. I slid down from the couch and knee-walked to Viola's head. She had shifted a little in the meantime and was laying closer to the edge now. She parted her lustful red lips and I slowly, very slowly, started to push the head of my cock between them. I stopped when I felt the sudden increase of the counter pressure from her tongue. Then she started to lick my dick around. Several times her tongue slipped out of the mouth and I could see it lick my shaft further below. I started to moan.

I began to cares her head and rub the narrow back and shoulders. I let my fingers slid to the side of her ribcage and then up, where I massaged the soft pad of tissue that remained of her former arm. Then I felt her chew on my penis, skillfully applying only such amount of pressure that it was hurting just a bit, causing that unique pain that was still on the pleasure side. I groaned with excitement.

Suddenly I felt her pushing me out of the mouth. I withdrew and looked down at her. She turned her head even more and raised the closer shoulder up, thus sort-of rolling onto her side to look me in eyes. Hers were glistening with haze and strange wilderness.

"Do you want to fuck me?" she said bluntly.

"Oh, yes please!" escaped from my mouth and immediately I realized it sounded as if I was ordering something in the restaurant. "That is, if you are up to it too," I added quickly.

"Sure, I want to feel that lovely thing of yours inside me," she assured me. "Though, you will have to do everything by yourself, you have exhausted me so much that I'm not gonna take any active role in it. Your fault, your pity."

"No problem, lovely, I will take care of us both," I hurried to assure her.

"Help me sit up," she commanded.

I obliged eagerly. Holding her by armless shoulders I helped her to the sitting position. I threw several couch pillows behind, so she could lean on them comfortably. I pulled the sexy bottom of hers closer to the edge and adjusted pillows behind her accordingly. She raised her leg stumps high up and spread them in an inviting posture. With eyes glued to my face she asked sheepishly: "Am I still wet enough down there?"

I took in the complete view of her and suddenly had got totally struck by immerse feel of love and dedication to this gorgeous creature. She looked so vulnerable, so defenseless, with those pitiful remnants of legs high in the air, no arms at all and having to ask me to check whether she was wet between her own legs. I gulped, wrestling hard with my sudden emotions. I hoped I would not break in tears when I took her pretty face in both hands and brought mine own close to it.

"I love you so much it hurts," I whispered to her with the deepest love and then kissed her on the mouth before she could say anything. I kept kissing her hard until I felt I had put myself together enough to do anything else. I parted from her face and looked in her blue eyes, gaze moist with a haze or tears or something.

"I'm going to check how wet you are there," I announced and kissed her again, this time on the chin.

Then I kissed her neck, the healed-up incision below it, where doctors had to cut through trachea to allow her breathe, then between those beautiful orbs, not daring to get distracted by their alluring shape,... I continued onto the tummy where I planted several kisses before I licked inside the belly button and then proceeded lower.

The way Viola was sitting, reclined on pillows with legs hovering in the air, her naked bottom was fully on display and perfectly accessible. Pussy lips gaped visibly from the hard work-out they had been through just recently. They and their surroundings were glistening with thick juices which had already started to dry off. My heart skipped a beat from sheer desire when I brought my face to that lovely, waiting cunt. I kissed it briefly, then licked inside it. Surprisingly it tasted somewhat sweet. I licked some more and felt a renewed gush of fresh liquid pouring onto my tongue.

Viola moaned delightfully from above, but then urged me: "I want to feel you inside me, don't forget it."

I straightened up on my knees and grabbed the enormous erection in my hand. I navigated it to the hot cunt I had been licking just a few seconds ago. I parted lips with the tip of my prick, then pushed it gently inside her. It went in easily, although I could feel how Viola's tight vagina was opening up gradually, as my penis was penetrating deeper and deeper. We were both panting and gasping, since the process flooded us with series of pleasant sensations and excitement. Eventually, I felt I couldn't go any deeper without hurting her, so I stopped. I took hold of Viola's shoulders, deprived of any arms and leaned forward a bit. She bent knees and pressed tips of her leg stumps onto my chest. I could feel two circles of soft pressure on my skin as the severed and sewn up tissue splashed around on it. Then I started to gyrate my hips.

I wasn't able to produce really long strokes since the couch edge was stopping me too soon, but it didn't really matter. Anyway, my penis needed to massage the inside of Viola's vagina first, to let it relax and soften some more, before I could start to pound with full strength. That's why I just focused on steady, rhythmical and well-defined thrusts for now, to allow her learn and get prepared for every single push-in. Viola closed her eyes again and cried softly with each impaling swing of my pelvis. I just kept going, not rushing anywhere. Only when I felt the friction had loosened noticeably, I added more power and speed. Viola's face reddened visibly and she seemed to be getting out of breath. Suddenly her eyes opened fully and looked at me with sheer desire and lust.

"Take me to the bed!!!" she commanded.

As a devoted soldier of love I obeyed instantly. I slipped out of her, stood up, gathered her truncated body in my arms and easily picked it up. I hurried to the bedroom where I lowered her gently in the middle of the big bed and helped her lay on the back.

"Take a condom," she ordered. "You will find one in the drawer."

I found the condom, tore off the wrapping and placed the rubber circle at the top of my dick.

"Me! Let ME do it!" Viola stopped me abruptly.

I looked at her with surprise, but her leg stumps, clapping against each other, gave me the idea. It wasn't easy for me to find the right position and get my rock-hard penis within the easy reach of her short stumps. But I had managed finally, standing on the bed with legs far apart and my bottom low enough for her. I must have resembled a sumo fighter, just of a third of the weight, probably. Anyway, my dick hovered between her knees eventually and she turned her stumps inward and pressed them on the head of my prick from both sides. Then she started to slide them along the shaft, un-rolling the rubber protection down slowly.

It was clumsy, but unbelievably exciting. She had to return back several times when the disobedient thing had escaped from her grip and the stump just slipped away from it. But she had got it done eventually and my dick hadn't softened a bit during the long process. Quite contrary. I felt so aroused that I could barely stand it. Once Viola was satisfied with the job, she grinned at me and spread those beautiful and skillful short legs as wide as she could. I didn't need any other invitation. I slumped myself onto her and impaled her fully with one swift, mighty thrust. She gasped and her beautiful blue eyes went wide.

I started to pound her hard, driven by pure animal lust and desire. I fucked her like a machine, like if there was no tomorrow. I had to hold her by those narrow shoulders of hers, otherwise she would flew out of the bed after a couple of my strokes and she wasn't able to hold herself in place by any mean. She was screaming and grunting, but I was sure I had not been hurting her. I watched her face carefully and it showed only a mixture of excitement and exertion, no actual pain.

I'd been slamming her with frenzy, our pelvises crashing together hard each time. I lowered my head beside hers and tried to get my ass higher above and enter her more from top downwards. It was just a little change of the angle but it was enough. I felt more friction on the top of my penis and that was the last bit I needed. I screamed myself out loudly with the ultimate pleasure and erupted. I held deep inside her, suddenly unable to move as my whole body sort-of contracted, using all its life power only to send new and new spurts of hot white semen through my penis to the twitching vagina. Fortunately, it all ended in the rubber pocket formed by the condom.

I was holding Viola tight in my arms, still pressing my crotch hard onto her pubic bone. I could feel waves of her own orgasm rushing through the abbreviated body in the rhythm of my spurts. She was moaning uncontrollably as muscles inside her vagina seemed to be trying to push away the throbbing intruder and the growing rubber balloon at its front that had started to press against the cervix annoyingly.

I withdrew finally, feeling the heavy load dangling from the tip of my dick and rolled away from Viola. I laid there, panting hard, and so was she. After a short while I rolled onto my side, just to be able to cuddle and caress my lover with the uttermost adoration and affection a man could feel to a woman. She turned her head to me and looked totally exhausted, although happy. I caressed her face and pushed a stray of hairs behind her ear.

"You are so incredibly sexy and such an outstanding lover that it is almost killing me," I confessed. She didn't say anything, still breathing heavily and just smiled back at me.

I removed the dangling condom, full of semen, from my penis and closed it tight. Then I wiped myself briefly with the paper towel and dabbed also Viola's crotch. Then I wrapped it all in another paper towel and threw the ball on the floor. I will take care of it later. Now I snuggled close to the most beautiful and sexy person I could have ever dreamed of. I inserted one arm under her body and started to roll her towards me. She understood and crossed one of her shortened legs over mine. I pushed the hand under her hip and literally lifted her bottom onto my groin, while helping her roll the upper body properly onto my chest, since she had got no arms to push herself up there.

* * *

"Will you ever marry me, Viola?" I asked quietly as I was caressing the beauty lying on top of me.

"I thought we had discussed it already," she said, sounding more tired than upset.

I didn't answer.

After a long while she added: "It wouldn't do any good."

That buzzed me up, she must have been thinking about it!

"Why?" I inquired, not wanting to sound too interested.

"You know why, already," she replied with a trace of sadness in the voice. "I'm afraid it may spoil it all."

"Why?" I repeated myself, trying to put as much of comforting tone in it as I could.

"I'm a terribly crippled person, Jack. I need a lot of help. And I mean - A LOT."

"I love helping you," I reminded her.

"Yes, and that's exactly that. You used word 'love'. That's because you find it exciting. You seek pleasure in it. It works only because we see each other occasionally. If this was your day to day routine, it would become a duty. All its magic and specialty would be gone. "

"I would never ever get enough of helping you," I said with confidence.

"You would, darling, you would," she said with a seriousness that hurt my heart. "Moreover, we will get older... No, we will get really OLD eventually. Can you image helping me when I'm an old, wrinkled matron? "

"I would be an old, wrinkled patron myself, I wouldn't care much then."

I was glad she giggled at that.

"Or we can hire a caregiver," I came up with a bright idea.

"Or we can never get married," she put it off sternly.

"But once you get old eventually, who..." I started to think aloud.

"Shut up!" she tried to stop me.

"... will then..."

"Shhhht!"

I sensed the urge in her voice and obeyed, trailing off finally.

"I know what were you going to say and I didn't want to hear it," she said calmly.

"Why?" I asked caressing the body I adored so much.

"''cause I don't have the answer," she said so quietly I almost couldn't hear.

I hugged her tight, overwhelmed by the cruel reality myself. Life's not fair, not at all. And I promised myself I would stay beside her, no matter what. Married or not, I will just be there, very close by.

I waited until she fell asleep and rolled her down from me gently. I went to the bathroom and washed myself thoroughly. Then I returned to the bedroom and slipped in the bed by the sleeping beauty. I tucked us both under the duvet and drifted off too.

* * *

The next morning I woke up to a strange feeling. Viola had rolled to her side, reached across me with the abbreviated leg and took hold of my morning erection by the crook of her knee. She held it there firmly and was expertly pumping my shaft up and down with skillful moves of the thigh.

The feeling was heavenly. Soft muscles inside the stump of her shin encircled also the bottom of my penis and prevented it from slipping from the 'hold' of the crook. Viola managed to provide long and steady strokes, even if they were moving my prick also to the side a bit as her knee moved in an arc.

"What are you doing to me, hon'?" I asked softly without a trace of rejection in my voice.

She raised her head and looked at me.

"It's not my fault, it had been like this when I woke up already," she said innocently. "It just looked so lonely with you still sleeping..."

"So you decided to play with it," I finished for her.

She giggled and stopped stroking my shaft. Instead, she started to squeeze it between the short remnant of her lower leg and the bottom of the thigh.

"I must admit it likes your attention a lot," I said after I had sighed with pleasure.

"And we are not finished yet," she said teasingly.

With that she let go of my prick and started to roll onto her back. But before she could get there, she hooked one of her stumps under my leg and using me as an anchorage she raised herself into a sitting position.

She looked at me over the shoulder and added: "I've got something else to entertain it with." Then she started to butt-walk down the bed along my side.

I watched her naked back sway to sides as she was lifting her hips alternatively, moving that beautiful bottom of hers forward, centimeter by centimeter. Her magnificent breasts were coming into view from both sides of the narrow back as they swirled around in the process. This alone was a sight for gods.

As Viola was progressing forward, she used her remaining limbs to strip the duvet from me. When she reached almost to the end of the bed, she tilted sideways, leaned forward and twisted around - all at the same time - and the next moment she was sitting facing me and straddling my lower legs. She looked at me again.

"Since you are up already, I'm going to entertain you too. Just watch carefully and enjoy."

With that she looked down at my permanently erected penis, slid higher over my legs, adjusted the position a bit more and kind-of fell forward onto me. Her fall seemed to get softened by those marvelous airbags that had gotten mashed between her chest and my thighs just a second before my rigid pole parked inside her gaping mouth. I almost jumped with sheer pleasure and uttered a long and deep sigh.

She held me in her mouth and licked lovingly, waiting while I calm down a bit again. I folded my arms under the head to provide myself a comfortable support and a good view of the action. Then Viola's head started to bob up and down. It was a very simple rubbing action of her mouth on my penis, Viola hadn't added anything extra to it and I appreciated a lot how it was slowly and gently building my arousal up. There was no trace of hurry in it.

I watched her pretty face being impaling itself onto my dick, strays of short blonde hairs hanging by both sides and tickling my groin whenever she took me deep inside her. The delicate nose was poking on my belly from time to time. Then I looked at her armless shoulders and the mass of breast tissue spilled over my thighs and I entered the heaven. I groaned deeply.

After a while Viola stopped bobbing her head and withdrew from my penis almost completely, leaving just its head in her mouth. She placed the tongue under it and pushed it up against the smooth roof of her mouth cavity, where she rolled it over with the tongue. And when she tried to insert the pointy tip of the vivid tongue under my foreskin and trace its edge all around, I almost lost it.

She must have sensed it because she pushed the penis out of the mouth, craned her head to the side and let her moist, red lips slide along its length all the way down to its root where she started to lick between my balls and the base of the penis. Only when my constant moaning became just the heavy panting again, she licked her way up the shaft, back to where she was before. This time she stuck her tongue far away from the mouth and let it lick around the big velvet head. She looked at me quickly, checking whether I was watching her. The bliss of those amazing blue eyes was wonderful.

Then she attacked the little opening at the very tip of my cock with her tongue wildly. After a short while the soft, wet tongue slipped underneath the head of my prick and Viola used it a as a sliding pad to navigate my shaft swiftly between her parted lips and down, down, deep down. She'd managed to lean even more forward, craned her head and I found myself entering her throat. I shrieked out with immense pleasure and she wrapped her lips firmly around the base of my prick as if holding herself onto it, afraid of my abrupt movement.

I unfolded arms from under my head and rather started to look at the ceiling, desperately trying to hold back, totally overwhelmed by the most exciting sensation I had had ever felt. I reached blindly along the body and my fingers were just able to reach ends of Viola's leg stumps, laying by my sides. I fondled soft orbs of severed tissue and could recognize creases of fading scars with my fingertips.

Viola uttered a soft, muffled sound and I wasn't sure whether she was choking on my cock or just had got aroused by the action herself or, perhaps, by my touches on her legs. Anyway, she pulled out, bringing a part of the slick, wet shaft in the view again and started to suck only on its front strongly. I moaned again with unbearable pleasure and Viola had only started to get really wild!

She bobbed her head up and down my cock rapidly, stopping only to suck on it very hard and lick it madly inside her hungry mouth. Then she resumed bobbing with even higher speed and I dug fingers into maimed ends of her beautiful legs. I gathered last bits of self-control and managed to utter in a squeaky voice: "... have to stop... must stop..." But she didn't listen.

The next moment I realized we had gotten past the point of return and there was nothing left that could stop the inevitable. I raised my head to witness the miracle that I knew was going to happen. It was a special trick that only Viola, from all the girls I had met in my life, mastered. Couple of mighty sucks later I shot finally.

Just a split of a second sooner, Viola let go of my penis and it slipped out of her mouth. I didn't know how she did that but somehow she was able to judge the exact moment of my ejaculation and manage to pull out just prior to it. It looked like if both things happened at the same time but it wasn't the case. My first shot landed on her chin, on the bottom of it and on the neck. Not a drop of it got inside her mouth. I knew she didn't like it and was glad she could control it all by herself because I wasn't able to estimate the right moment for withdrawal so precisely.

I felt stumps of her legs slip away from my fingers, as she bent them rapidly and by pushing on them and throwing her upper body up expertly she'd managed to raise herself on knees temporarily. Next two shots of the white cum landed on her chest and breasts, before she fell back on her bum again. She smiled at me happily, the delightful front of hers covered with thick semen with a droplet of it hanging down from her chin.

"I think I might need a bath now," she exclaimed playfully while watching me struggle to catch my breath.

I had to lay still for a minute or so before I was able to move deliberately. I carefully withdrew my legs from under her, letting her sit right on the mattress and knee walked over the bed to her. I kissed her tenderly on the mouth, avoiding the touch with my own cum.

"You sexy little devil," I scolded her. "Why have you spent me so soon? I hoped for more action this morning."

"Won't you be able to perform again?" she asked, pretending naivety.

"I doubt that. Not in the morning," I said bitterly. "But it's my fault. How is it that I couldn't manage to defend myself from such a petit... harmless lady?"

"From a disabled, limbless lady, you wanted to say, didn't you?" She teased me.

"Damn, when it comes to seducing a man, you are not disabled at all. Not a tiny bit. Your feminine arms and skills are powerful enough to abate a group of trained soldiers."

With that I scooped her up in my arms and headed toward the bathroom.

* * *

Inside the bathroom I lowered her on the plastic seat in the shower corner.

"Don't you want to go on toilet first?" I asked.

"No, let's wash that mess of yours off my front first," she replied.

"I'm sorry for that, girl," I said, then added mischievously: "You could have taken it in your mouth and swallow."

"Jeeeez, you are a pervert! I almost vomited..."

"That's your fault," I teased her, grinning. "You took the best of me."

"Didn't take much effort," she grinned back. "Oh, you poor men!"

I was so glad she was in such a good mood. I loved these moments, she was then the most bubbly and adorable person in the world and I felt proud to have been allowed to her presence. Apparently she was satisfied with her performance in the bed, even if she hadn't had much of it in return. But I was ready to reciprocate soon.

I turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. I twisted the shower head to make the water stream fall onto Viola's front and said: "Sorry, girl, I HAVE to go on toilet now." With that I left her there, did my job and joined her in the shower after a while.

I took off the removable header and wiped the sticky white liquid from her face, neck, chest and breasts (oh, THOSE breasts!). Then I took a sponge, soaped it up thoroughly and brushed it all over Viola's marvelous body. This was the job I could do all day, every day, entire life. I literally had to touch every square centimeter of the body I admired so much and was enjoying every second of it.

When she was all covered up with soap bubbles and thin film of slippery liquid, I lathered up myself and knelt in front of her, as she was sitting on the shower chair. I wrapped my arms around her and pressed my body onto hers. I felt her thighs part and then sort-of grip me by hips. We started to kiss.

The kissing became passionate almost instantly. Our tongues entwined as we craved for every possibility to expand our mutual touch. I didn't caress her with my hands, I just used them to hold us close together. We rather did it her way - we let our soapy bodies slip across one another, which they did ever so easily, and thus pet each other without hands. Our nipples rubbed together, hers immediately getting hard and big, putting mine in shame, obviously. I could tell she liked it a lot because when our mouths parted she started to pant immediately.

I still held her close when I whispered to her ear: "I love you!"

I tried to put as much love in those words as I could, to let her understand how much I cared and felt for her.

She sighed and then answered somewhat seriously: "I love you too. You have no idea how much your love means to me."

"You have no idea how beautiful you are to me," I returned and she only murmured to it. I didn't say anything else either.

After a while I took the shower head again and started to rinse us both. I was kissing every single part of Viola's body that I had just cleaned up from the soap. I kissed her chin, neck, shoulders and also the small, soft mounds that remained at places where her arms had to be cut-off. I took my time licking her there, tracing the fainted scars, knowing these spots had, strangely enough, become erogenous zones for her. Viola moaned softly under my gentle and tender cherishing of her severed shoulders.

Then I moved to her front and rinsed and kissed the upper part of the chest and breasts. I took them one by one in my hand, first watering them thoroughly, then wiping off the lather from them. This couldn't go without fondling them all over, heaving and lifting up for inspection. I licked their areolas and sucked on the hardened nipples while Viola was groaning almost constantly.

Then I rinsed her beautiful belly and avoiding the pubic area yet, I proceeded to her thighs. I brought one blunt end of the stump to my mouth and licked it all over lovingly. The soft tissue rubbed across my lips as she moved it from time to time absentmindedly and when I pressed my face onto it, I could feel the intriguing presence of severed ends of bones hidden under muscles.

After a while I raised Viola's thigh up and rinsed and kissed the back of the knee and then down along the bottom of the thigh that widened visibly towards the bum. This was the part I liked a lot. I loved Viola's thighs and was glad doctors were able to save them completely. The way how they got fuller at hips was thrilling me.

Once my kissing mouths had got almost to the butt-cheek, I stuck out the tongue and let it slid around the thigh to its upper part in one long lick. There I proceeded with kissing on, toward the sensitive area between the thigh and the tummy where I changed direction and continued down to the center of Viola's bottom. Then I suddenly stopped.

"Don't you need to pee?" I asked puzzled.

"I have already," she said, smiling somewhat hazily. "When you were on toilet yourself."

I raised one eyebrow in surprise but then just shrugged my shoulders. I rinsed her lovely pussy with the water thoroughly and resumed my licking adventure. I replaced the shower head in its stand and put both my hands on Viola's hips. I pushed her towards me a little while she raised her abbreviated legs up and spread them in a welcoming gesture. I brought my face very close to her beautiful pussy. I inhaled a very subtle scent of womanhood that had survived my thorough cleaning.

I stuck out my tongue and inserted its tip between pussy lips a little. I didn't go deep, I just wanted to lick the slit between them and that's exactly what I did. I took my time, there was no need to hurry. Only after a while I pressed more and went deeper. I was still licking almost the complete length of the slit, making sure to go all the way up to where my little friend was hidden. I moved hands to Viola's thighs and pressed them onto my head from both sides. The soft touch of silky skin on my cheeks was ultimately pleasant.

Then I went even deeper. I let my tongue dip inside Viola's vagina and started to lick all around. I tried to keep in mind to lick the sides as well as the top and the bottom wall of the love tunnel. Viola was moaning above me, as my tongue was probing her insides, exploring deeper and further. I'd been pressing my face hard onto the soft pussy in an attempt to reach as far as I could. My mouth became flooded by Viola's juices that had started to pour from inside her and I heard audible splashing sounds we were producing.

I needed air, so I withdrew and turned my attention to the little nubby friend guarding the entrance. I realized it was not little any more. It had grown, got erected, and was obviously waiting for my wet inspection because when I did, Viola gasped with a subtle tone of relief in it. I sucked the clit in my mouth and started to chew on it with my lips. Viola began to groan as an animal, totally taken away with the excitement it must have invoked. I licked the bud vigorously, trying to bring my lover to the verge just before the grand finale.

Then I got suddenly aware of a strange throbbing in my own love tool. From the way, how it swayed between my legs, I could tell it wasn't totally limp anymore. But then I just pushed the thought away from my mind because I heard Viola cry from the ultimate pleasure. I shifted my head once again and brought the mouth back onto her opening. I stuck my tongue out and started to lick in a wild frenzy. I reached around her thigh with right arm and brought the thumb close to her pussy from above. I pushed away soft folds of hoody around the clit and pressed my thumb squarely onto it.

Viola screamed. Her thighs clenched my head, mangling it with an unexpected strength. I remember thinking to myself it was probably just her way of holding herself onto me, as she didn't really have any other mean of preventing herself from a possible fall. I reached with the left hand behind my head, found one of the leg stumps and cupped its soft end in my palm. All the time I just kept going on. I was licking her cunt like mad, I was massaging her clit with my thumb and I was kneading the scared tissue at the end of her abbreviated leg. It didn't take long before another scream filled the bathroom and soon transformed into a hoarse.

Viola's body started to shake and convulse and I felt the increased weight on my head, neck and shoulders as she arched forward and held herself onto me only with her thighs. I went on a couple of seconds more, then let go with my hands and grabbed her hips with them, instead. I needed air. I needed her to loosen the clinch of her legs, so I would be able move my head away and gasp for breath. But at the same time I just couldn't stop licking her, been driven by sheer, self-destructing lust. My tongue was literally drowning inside the lake of Viola's juices, that had no way to ooze out as my lips had sealed the opening all around.

After what seemed as eternity to me, the pressure on my head had deceased eventually and I could pull away and gasp for air desperately. I looked up at Viola who resembled a limp heap of a woman's, somewhat truncated, body, inhaling air sharply herself, the pretty face red like a tomato. Seeing her having been spent so badly, had filled myself with an extra energy and I rose to my knees and cuddled the beauty to me. She felt like a baby doll in my arms and I was suddenly (and strangely) proud of the fact that I was able to bring her to such a draining, massive orgasm. I started to fondle her soothingly, as our chests heaved together from deep breathing.

* * *

After we both had gained back our strengths, I cleaned us up again (this time more briefly), stood up and turned off the water. Then I carefully stepped out of the shower with wet feet and searched for towels. I quickly dried myself off first, then proceeded to dry Viola too. As I had been exercising around her, dropping to knees, then standing up again, walking behind her, leaning forward, then doing this, doing that - she was watching me thoroughly, her eyes glued to the limp appendage hanging between my legs.

"Do you think it will be able to perform again this morning?" she asked, not lifting her gaze from my crotch.

"Maybe, baby, maybe," I told her encouragingly. "It definitely enjoyed witnessing your own climax."

"Did it?" she asked with wide eyes. "Come here in front of me."

I did as she wished and was expecting her to take my, a bit swollen but otherwise limp, pride in her mouth again. But that was not the case. Instead, she raised her legs up, parted them just a bit, and took my prick between the stumps. The soft, somewhat sagging ends of her shortened shins pressed onto my cock from both sides. Tissues bulged, compressed and changed shape under the pressure and I could not tear my eyes from the sight. Then she started to move her short stumps and massage my shaft ever so gently with their soft tips.

I took a deep breath just from witnessing it. I felt a well-known throbbing in my penis as it tried to respond to the exciting caress but that was basically all it did.

"It moved!" Viola observed happily. "It really moved."

"Yes it did," I admitted, feeling slowly getting aroused myself. "Even a dead piece of meat would come to life if you caressed it with your lovely stumps," I added.

"I don't care," she ignored my puny compliment. "As long as it can perform later on."

"I hope it will," I said, wishing the topic was finished.

"Maybe it would help if I stay naked during the breakfast," she came up with an idea eagerly.

"Yeah, and I will stay naked too, so it could be watching you all the time," I added to her own idea and she giggled at that.

* * *

I carried Viola to the kitchen and seated her on the table. She said it didn't feel cold, since she was still hot from the shower. I turned to the cook-stove and the kitchen counter and started to prepare the breakfast for us. Every time I had some spare time I would stop by Viola and either hug her of play with her tits shortly, but never forgetting to kiss her teasingly. She would then poke on me with her knees or leg stumps as that was her only way how to reach to me and provoke a contact of our bodies.

I prepared scrambled eggs with pieces of vegetables and put it all on one plate as I would have to feed us both anyway. I poured orange juice in just one big cup too, but made two morning coffees. I put everything on the table beside naked Viola, which unintentionally created a strange resemblance of an absolutely stunning amputee being served for a breakfast, together with scrambled eggs and juice. I felt a stirring in my abdomen when I noticed that.

"Where will we sit?" I asked.

"You - wherever you want, and I - on your lap," she said simply.

So I grabbed a chair and positioned it by the table. Then I sat on it and waited for what would happen. Viola turned around and butt-walked toward the end of the table in front of me. Soon, her thighs stuck pass the edge of the desk. I sensed a hint of uneasiness in her posture but decided to not help unless she would ask for it. She fumbled around and turned once again, until the left one of her shortened legs got aligned with the table edge and the right one hovered in the air beside it. She lowered the right knee down, carefully, and it touched my lap.

"Hold me," she commanded and I obliged happily.

I put right arm under the short leg on my lap and wrapped the other around Viola's bum. She leaned to the side and literally fell from the table into my arms. It was a great and touching feeling to hold this beauty in my arms, her magnificent breasts hitting my chest as they swayed wildly from the abrupt movement. I lowered her into my lap and offered a subtle support while she sought a comfortable position.

Then she leaned to my ear and whispered: "Put your cock between my thighs."

That wasn't an easy thing to achieve, to say the truth. I had to slide down the chair a bit and shift Viola up my lap, so she was sitting slightly on my stomach too. Then she parted her thighs a little, just enough for me to reach between them and to bring my mostly-soft dick up, so she could clasp it with thighs. It didn't really fit well because my cock was sort-of bent under her and went sideways. I told her so and we tried to adjust our positions again.

I slid even more forward and helped her climb higher on my stomach. We also decided for her to sit a bit more on my thigh, rather than right in my groin, and that finally did the trick. The seating itself wasn't very comfortable, but my penis came right between her luscious thighs and had leaned straight against her crotch, which was the feeling that had made up for the whole discomfort. At least if speaking for myself. The problem was that I could hardly reach the plate and cups then. I had to straighten up a bit to be able to get a forkful of eggs or grab the cup. And to do that I had to hold Viola around the waist with one hand, so she wouldn't slip away from my stomach. Anyway, we had found our routine eventually and were able to feed ourselves the breakfast.

Every time I straightened up, the contact of my lap with Viola's sexy bottom had changed for a short while and then it settled back again. This caused my penis rub across her thighs and crotch, and thus I could feel I was slowly getting harder and harder with every mouthful we took. When Viola had realized the same, she even started to wiggle her bottom purposefully, providing more stimulation to my tool.

Holly crap, it indeed worked well! I wouldn't have believed that myself, but I could not deny it. I was getting definitely harder and my prick had already started to dart Viola's left thigh, letting her know it was enjoying its nest inside her crotch. Also, the close presence of the hot cunt did help to rise my excitement. I felt getting back to my strengths and sexual stamina again. This lady was just marvelous and could do unbelievable tricks with a man's libido.

I started to breathe a bit quicker and Viola lowered her face to me, so I grabbed her head and brought the mouth to mine. She started to kiss me eagerly, licking inside my mouth sensuously. I moved right hand to her leg stumps and took hold of both of them at once inside my palm and fingers. I squeezed them together as much as I could one-handedly and Viola moaned quietly in my mouth. I held her tight to me with one hand and reached to the table with the other. I pushed away the plate, glass and cups, then I scooped the maimed beauty in my arms and rose up. I sat her on the table in front of me again, somewhat abruptly. I took her head in both my hands and pressed her mouth onto my lips forcefully.

She seemed to not know what to do as I forced us kissing. She held her legs apart in an awaiting gesture, but that was about all she could actually do. I felt her frustration building up but kept just kissing her, almost hurtfully. Only after a while I let go of her face, reached down between my legs and took the - still not fully hard - cock in my hand. I brought it to her gaping opening and sort-of pushed it in with my fingers. Once inside the hot, lovely vagina it fortunately hardened more and I could withdraw and thrust back without a big problem.

As soon as I entered her pussy, which also had not been wet enough yet, Viola yelped. She brought her legs higher up and arched the back in an attempt to expose her opening even more towards me and make the somewhat dry penetration less painful. However, it took only few thrusts and her cunt started oozing the natural lubricant as a water tap again. My cock had become fully erect by that time and I was fucking her on the table with the full, renewed power. We moaned and groaned in duet, having been driven by the ultimate lust and desire for each other.

Suddenly I heard her speak: "Take me to the bed, please!"

I stopped fucking her but kept my cock still inside when I scooped her in arms. As I picked her up and the body drooped onto my erection with more weight, I felt the cock swell almost painfully from the wave of excitement that it had induced in my groin. Holding the lovely shortened body constantly impaled on my prick, I hurried into the bedroom.

"Sit down and lay on your back," she instructed, breathing heavily.

I sat on the bed and started to lay back, bringing her upper body with me.

"Hold me by shoulders," she commanded and I obeyed.

I took hold of her armless shoulders and pushed her up, almost to a sitting position. She spread her thighs wider and tried to move herself up and down by flexing and bending her knees. It didn't work well. Her residual shins were too short and didn't provide enough of leverage. Moreover, the soft mattress was giving away under each jolt of her short stumps. She groaned and I was pretty sure this time it was more from frustration than from excitement.

She repositioned her legs and apparently found the place where the wooden bedpost framed the mattress and tried to push against the hard material instead. It was noticeably better and she had managed to raise and lower herself along my pole couple of times, but then frowned with pain. I lowered her down and held her above me, so she could at least gyrate forward and backward, which was perfectly ok with me. My slick shaft was slipping out and in of her vagina easily and I enjoyed been ridden like that by the beauty. But she wasn't satisfied.

"Push me up again," she suggested, when had stopped riding my cock. "Hold me by tits," she added.

My eyebrows went up in surprise but I obliged without commenting. I pushed her to a sitting position once again and then placed my palms straight on her amazing tits. Viola started to wiggle her bottom, sway it to sides, tilt forward and jut-out back afterwards, dragging my poor penis, buried deep inside her, along with all that. It was an amazing feeling. She had got no arms, but was stirring my dick around like crazy with just her sexy pussy. And on top of it, I was able to play with those marvelous orbs all the time in the meanwhile. I thought I was in heaven and my body apparently thought the same. The excitement had been rushing high.

I started to moan deeply and that encouraged the lustful cock rider to a bigger frenzy. I took rigid nipples, sticking in front of me, between my fingers and started to roll them around. That had made her groan with me. Suddenly I felt the vagina tighten around my dick. She was literally gripping me by it, not sure if on purpose or whether it was just an unconscious reaction of the body alone. Viola reduced her movements only to tilting and upturning the pelvis forward and backward. To my big surprise, somehow she had managed to achieve an amazingly long stroke with those moves. Two more twists of the pelvis and she shifted into second gear.

My eyes went wide from the sudden change. Viola's sexy bottom whirled in ecstasy. Her vagina was squeezing my cock almost painfully and the twisting pelvis pumped it hard as a sex machine. I could not focus on her nipples anymore, it would have required much more concentration, which I was not able to put together by then. So I just held on her beautiful breasts and was squeezing them absentmindedly, totally swept away with the tremendous pleasure she was giving me. I was just a meek man, put fully at the mercy of this sexy daemon.

Suddenly something came to my mind and I screamed out: "Condom!!!"

"Shiiiiiit!" Viola shrieked in response and presumably tried to throw herself off my dick, but to no avail.

Her short limbs were not able to send her high or far enough to clear my penis, moreover, I held her tits, not knowing what she was trying to do. This all resulted in her bottom flying up a bit and then falling back onto my erected pole forcefully. Our pubic bones clashed together and that sent me over the edge. I spurted out in the next heartbeat.

Viola's breasts slipped out of my hands as I had lost control over them, and her beautiful upper body collapsed onto mine. I could feel her abdomen convulse with an orgasm and her tight vagina started to pulsate, literally milking my poor dick off. We were both crying with relief and ultimate pleasure - and probably with the fear too.

"OH-SHIT!" Viola uttered after a long while, when she had put herself together enough to be able to utter anything. "Oh shit," she added again after another while.

"I'm sorry, hon'," I said and indeed felt sorry.

"Damn! If you have just got me pregnant I will ask Muriel to pack me and the baby and we will move in with you. That will be your punishment for behaving so stupidly and irresponsibly!"

I grinned at that: "A punishment? Sounds more like an award!"

"You wish," she scolded. "You will have to feed us both, wipe us both, bath us both, dress us, entertain us..."

"Can't wait," I teased her joyfully.

"Oh, I almost forgot what a pervert you are!"

"Wow, that hurt," I complained.

"Yeah, it was supposed to, 'cause you deserved it," she said firmly but corners of her mouth raised a bit and voice softened when she added: "Hold us tight now."

I hugged her hard, but then got puzzled. How could I hold myself tight too at the same time?

"Us?" I asked.

"Me and the baby, you fool," she said and I bet she had rolled her eyes as if speaking to the dumbest person in the world.

My heart melted as an ice cube on the red-hot frypan. That must have been the sweetest answer I have ever got! I hugged her even tighter and felt utterly happy, with mind spinning around from ultimate joy and anticipation.