"limbless f/f" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/LUZFU866 Created on: Sunday 26th of July 2015 02:44:18 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:44:17 AM UTC Croatoan 22-Jul-15 04:30 # 2253 Up to top Down to bottom Just something I finished recently. Let me know what you think! ____________________________________________________ I woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside. Keeping my eyelids closed for a moment, I tried to feel my surroundings with my body. I could feel pressure on my stomach, undoubtedly my girlfriend Amanda’s head resting on me. I wasn’t covered by any sheets, but my head was supported by the comfy pillow Amanda bought me a few months back. I could also feel air consistently flowing over my crotch, something that was certainly getting me hot in more ways than one. As I opened my eyes, blinking a few times to adjust, I saw the ceiling above me and the headboard of the bed to my left. Sure enough, I looked down to see the back of Amanda’s head lying on top of me, slowly moving up and down while I breathed. I squirmed a little in an effort to wake her up, which elicited a soft moan from Amanda. She shifted her head towards me fitting it snuggly below my breasts, giving me a glimpse of that beautiful face of hers: pouty lips, cute nose adorned with freckles, and soft white skin framed by her red locks. Before I could attempt to wiggle my body again, Amanda’s left hand reached up and grabbed my right breast. She gently kneaded my soft orb while using her thumb to rub my hard nipple. ‘Ahhhh…mmmm’ was all that escaped my mouth. I instinctively tried to use my hand to stroke one of Amanda’s firm thighs, but chuckled inwardly at the thought of doing so. There was no way that was happening, at least not with hands. Amanda ceased her massaging of my breast, sitting up and turning around to face me. All she was wearing was a tank top that strained to contain her D-cup breasts and a pair of panties, the top of which hugged her thin waist and luscious behind. She stared down at me with a smile, biting the bottom of her lip with lust. Despite my small profile, she still took minutes to look me over. I could follow her eyes, which were first locked with my own blue irises. She shifted them slightly, no doubt admiring my upturned nose, full lips, and short shoulder length hair that was longer in the front and shorter in the back. I gave her a smile before her gaze went downwards to my torso, which occupied most of her inspection time. I’m wearing an outfit Amanda had custom made for me, which has quickly become one of her favorite outfits to put me in. It is a purple Lycra body suit that stretches from my neck, past my smooth armless shoulders, all the way to my equally smooth legless hips. It is very tight, revealing almost all the curves of my torso and has pink, inch-long frills lining the outside edge. The frills are only interrupted by an opening at my tight, shaven vagina where Amanda’s inspection usually ends. I basically look like a highly feminine pillow with a head sticking out. “I never get tired of waking up seeing you like this Elle,” Amanda said, her hand cupping my cheek. “The same goes for you,” I replied, turning my head to kiss her palm. “Well I guess we better get up, unless someone’s feeling a little bit ornery…” she stated, staring at my small, erect nipples that were visible through the fabric. “It’s not like I can help it!” I retorted with mock anger as I stuck my tongue out at her. “So…are you saying you’d like to have some fun before showering?” she asked as she rubbed my stomach. “Do you even have to ask?” I said, giving her a smile. Amanda responded by wrapping her arms around my back and lifting me up, bringing me into a tight hug. We locked lips and made out for several minutes, our hard nipples pressing into each other’s breasts. Without opening my eyes, I felt us shift into a horizontal position, Amanda lying on the bed and myself on top of her. Continuing our make-out session, my girlfriend ran her hands from my shoulder blades, down my back, and to my rump, which she gave a playful squeeze. I responded by wriggling my body and grinding my hips into her own. Breaking the kiss suddenly, Amanda gave me a slight push, causing me to slide off of her and land on my back on the sheets. She had turned her back to me and I could hear her rummaging through the top drawer of the nightstand. I thought about giving her a hip check for that push, but it isn’t all that easy without legs. That, and I didn’t actually mind either. “Well well well, we haven’t played with this one in a while,” Amanda said, turning over. She was holding up with her left hand our strap-on with a moderately sized and transparent blue dildo. She was right; we hadn’t used it since the first few months of our relationship. “Ohhh…what a naughty choice,” I replied in a sultry voice. “Can I be first?” “Hmmm...let me think…nope!” she answered, already lifting my hips to attach the strap-on. I love it when she’s a little bit tortuous, although I’d never admit that to her. When she was done, I looked down to see the dildo, which was standing almost perpendicular to my body. Amanda slipped off her panties and shuffled over to me, situating her equally tight and shaven pussy over my crotch. The tip was tantalizingly close to her lips. “I hope you’ve been working on your core strength.” “Like there is much else of me to exercise,” I quipped, giving her a smile. Amanda gave me a soft poke on the nose and then slowly lowered herself on the dildo. As she slid up and down, I scrunched my stomach muscles, like doing crunches, to bring the dildo up farther. I did my best to be in sync with Amanda’s movements, only getting distracted when she reached down to grope my breasts. Nearing her climax, she sped up, caressing those magnificent breasts of hers through the fabric of her tank top. “Ahhhhh!” she yelled as she climaxed, slumping down on top of me. I could feel her breathing heavily while she lay on top of me for a few moments. At the same time, I kissed her on the cheek, neck, and collar bone, wordlessly reminding her that it was my turn. “Yes, I know my cute little pillow!” Amanda exclaimed, still catching her breath. She pushed herself up off of me, sitting on my hips with the dildo still inside her. As she lifted herself off of me, I could see the glistening dildo covered in my lover’s juices. While Amanda removed the strap-on from my lower end, all I could do was squirm in anticipation. “I can see you want this pretty badly,” she said, raking a finger across my pussy. “Oh my god! Yes!” I exclaimed, eyeing the dildo as Amanda attached the strap-on to herself. “Are you sure?” “Please Amanda! Just fuck me already, I can’t take it anymore!” “Oh alright…only because you begged so nicely,” Amanda responded with a smirk. She reached over me, grabbing a pillow near the head of the bed. I was lifted up from behind the neck, Amanda shoving the pillow underneath me. As I squirmed in anticipation, Amanda scooted herself on her knees, positioning her crotch near my own. Before I could utter another plea, she grabbed me by the hips and shoved the dildo right into my pussy. “Mmmnnn…aahhh,” I responded while Amanda started to get into her slow rhythm. I closed my eyes and again focused on what I could feel. My breasts jiggled every time Amanda’s hips made contact with my own as she squeezed my waist. Within a few seconds, she began to slowly turn me, something that wasn’t exactly possible with this position prior to my…alteration. The sensation the dildo was creating as it hit all the right places was beyond amazing as I moaned. Amanda stopped spinning me once I lay on my front, my face buried in a pillow. This would be about the time I grab a handful of sheets in each hand, approaching my climax. It only took a few seconds of my shoulder stumps twitching for me to instead bite the cushion, clenching my jaw. I suddenly moved my head to the side, opening my eyes to see Amanda looking down at me and smiling. “Are you close?” Amanda asked cheekily, picking up her pace. “Y-Y-yes…ahhhhhh…I-I’m…ahhhhhh…” I uttered. Within a few seconds, I jerked my torso, bending backwards as I reached orgasmic ecstasy. My head fell back down on the pillow, breathing heavily while I recovered from one of the more intense orgasms of my life. I could feel the dildo still shoved inside me and Amanda’s hands squeezing my rump. Suddenly, I felt Amanda pull out, letting the lower end of my torso fall softly to the bed. I turned my head to the right, trying my best to get a look at her while I heard the Velcro straps of the dildo come undone. I finally managed to get a glimpse of Amanda as she held up the dildo, my juices dripping off of her hand. She gave it a short lick before looking over at me. “I think you like this more than my tongue,” Amanda smirked. “It’s a close second,” I shot back at her, smiling. “Nice save,” she replied, giving my ass a playful smack. “Time to get cleaned up, we have a long day ahead.” Amanda walked out of the bedroom, and I heard a clunk sound as she undoubtedly dropped the dildo in the kitchen sink. Before long she was back in the bedroom, looking at me with mock surprise as I still lay helplessly on the bed. “Why are you still laying around, we need to get ready!” “Haha…very funny,” I retorted. Amanda leaned over and wrapped her arms around me, turning me around and putting me in a tight hug as she carried me to the bathroom. Once inside, Amanda closed the door and began to unzip my outfit. All of a sudden, I noticed how full my bladder was. “I need to pee,” I said as Amanda stripped my outfit off and let it drop to the floor. “Alrighty.” She placed me on the toilet, her hand gently grabbing my right shoulder as I sat (or was it stood? I could never decide what it was). After emptying my bladder, Amanda dabbed me clean with toilet paper and picked me up. I thought we were headed for the shower, but she placed me in the larger than normal bathroom sink. Despite its size, my head and shoulders still stuck out, my torso conforming to its curved shape. “I thought we were taking a bath togeth…eeek!” I squeaked as Amanda turned on the faucet. The water was so cold! But luckily, it began to warm up as Amanda placed a folded hand towel beneath my head. “We spent a bit too much time fooling around in bed and we really need to get moving. Plus, that guy hasn’t come by to install your special seat yet, so it’s a sink soak until I’m done in the shower,” she stated as she undressed. Amanda turned on the shower and before jumping in, reached over to me and turned off the faucet. As she turned around, pulling the curtain open and stepping into the shower, all I could think was: damn, Amanda really looks good naked! “Make sure you yell out if you need anything, I don’t want anything happening to you!” “Oh…umm…yep!” I replied, breaking my train of thought on Amanda’s fantastic body. A few seconds later, she started singing in the shower. This hasn’t been the first time Amanda’s left me in the sink while she takes a shower. I’d always felt a slight amount of worry about being in here, like I’d drown and have no way of getting out. But I knew that was highly improbable; the water didn’t rise above the bottom of my breasts and the bottom of the sink wasn’t slippery. Assuring myself for about the tenth time that I’d get hit by lightning before drowning, I focused on passing the time by inspecting my body and what it had become. I glanced to the left and right, looking at my rounded shoulders, or more appropriately, what was left of them. The remnants were about an inch from my torso, the smooth skin interrupted by a neat pink scar extending vertically on each stump. Lowering my gaze, I stopped at my C-cup breasts adorned by small, light brown nipples. I had a hard time believing they were the same size as they’ve always been, seeing them as now too big to match my small frame. Amanda suggested my lack of arms made them seem larger, but I wasn’t exactly in a position to reach down and feel them up to check. Continuing past my breasts, I could make out the faint outline of a six-pack, something that I’d always struggled to get. I let out a smile as I tensed my abdomen, seeing the muscles contract. Further down, I stopped at the lowest part of my body. The curve of my ass wrapped around to the front, looking like a ball of flesh, with only a small indent caused by the horizontal pink scar on each hip. I couldn’t quite see them, but Amanda told me the scar cream had made them look much better. Before long I heard the shower shut off and Amanda stepping out. I turned my head to see her standing in front of the sink, her torso and hair wrapped in a towel. “Time to get you all cleaned up,” Amanda smirked as she opened up the sink drain, the water slowly draining. She turned on the sink, warm water flowing, and grabbed a wash cloth. Wetting the cloth and sudzing it up with soap, she started to rub down my torso. Amanda paid extra attention to my breasts and pussy, causing me to squirm and bite my lip. She’s always such a tease when washing me. Satisfied with my torso’s cleanliness, she moved onto my neck and face. “Close your eyes hun,” she ordered. I did as I was told as she proceeded to take the cloth and wipe my face. I kept my eyes screwed shut as Amanda finished up and began to rinse me off, starting with my face. I slowly opened my eyes when soap no longer covered my body, just in time to see Amanda place her hands under my breasts and lift me out of the sink. “Can you wash my hair too babe?” I asked as she placed me on a towel, wrapping me up like a crêpe. “The hair salon will wash your hair though.” “I know…I just like having it cleaned before it gets cut.” “Okay, let me just rotate you a bit,” Amanda replied as she spun me, my head hanging over the sink. She turned the water on and soaked my hair, then lathered up her hands with shampoo. In addition to my small quirk, I also enjoyed it when she kneaded my hair and rubbed my scalp. My short hair made this task…well…short, and in no time Amanda was rinsing my hair of shampoo. Drying my hair off and leaving it slightly damp, Amanda picked up my towel-encased body and carried me to the bedroom, placing me on the bed. Propping me at the head of the bed, Amanda stripped off both of her towels and slipped into a clean pair of panties and bra. She then disappeared into the closet, coming out wearing a short blue summer dress. I could only watch and wait as she moved to the bathroom, hastily putting on some make-up and fixing her hair. I was fidgeting a bit in the towel, my equivalent to twiddling thumbs, as Amanda returned all ready to go out. “So, what do you feel like wearing today Elle?” “Uhm…clothes would be good.” “Very funny! You know I was joking when I said I’d take you out naked one day.” “No you weren’t.” “Well,” Amanda said unwrapping my towel, moving her hand across my stomach. “Maybe I wasn’t. But that day isn’t today, fortunately for you. So what are you thinking?” “I’m thinking that I’ll let you choose this time.” “Oh goodie! I have a surprise for you then! But first, I need to make sure you’re all dry.” Amanda proceeded to dry every inch of my torso, carelessly discarding the towel on the floor once finished. She could be a bit of a slob sometimes, but luckily she wasn’t nearly as bad as she was when I first started dating her. Walking to the dresser and opening the top drawer, she rummaged around until she found what was looking for. “We’ll start with these first,” Amanda smiled, holding lacey black panties in one hand and a matching bra in the other. I lifted my hips up as much as possible to make it easier for Amanda to slip on the panties. Of course, having no legs helped considerably. Amanda gave my leg stumps a squeeze once the panties were in place, and then moved to put on my bra. She grabbed my shoulder and stood me up as she sat in front of me, but facing my left. Amanda let go of me looked the other way to grab the bra. Despite my best efforts, I was unable to keep my balance and lurched forward. My chest softly hit Amanda’s left shoulder as she turned her head back towards me. “Still haven’t gotten the hang of standing, huh?” “Nope. It’s pretty difficult, especially on this soft bed. Plus, it’s hard to concentrate because…well…” I said embarrassingly. “Because you’re standing right on your pussy?” “Yeah! Wait, how did you know?” “Let’s just say that doesn’t happen by accident,” Amanda said with a devilish smile. “You sneaky bitch!” I playfully replied. “I thought my little pet would enjoy that,” she said as she hooked the bra straps on my shoulders. I was pushed away a few inches as Amanda grabbed to the clasps on the front, securing my breasts in the bra. She got back up once again and disappeared into the closet, leaving me to lose my balance and fall on my front. I looked up to see her walking out with a somewhat see-through white blouse in one hand, her other hand hidden behind her back. “Looks like someone fell over. Let me get you turned over so I can present you your surprise.” Amanda dropped the blouse on the bed and with her free hand grabbed my shoulder, getting me onto my back. “TA-DA!” she stated with excitement as she brought what was behind her back and held it right above me. It was upside-down from my vantage point, so it took me a second to realize that Amanda was holding a pair of low-cut denim shorts with a slim black belt around it. They also appeared to be closed off where one’s legs would come out, not that that was a problem for me. “I went to the same woman who made your bedtime outfit and got her to make these. I know you aren’t a huge fan of having pant legs dangling, especially in your wheelchair. Do you like it?” “It’s amazing! I love it!” I said as I squirmed about on the bed, futilely trying to give her a big hug. “Put them on!” Amanda took the shorts and climbed on the bed. She slipped them on easily, tightening the belt as I felt the closed leg holes hug my stumps. “Fancy a look?” “You bet!” Amanda left and came back with a mirror, angling it so I could see the bottom of my torso better. It wasn’t until I saw the shorts did I notice how incredibly short they were. Talk about low-cut! Despite their snug fit, the hemline looked to be a tantalizing two inches from my vagina. “Are you sure these won’t slip off?” I asked, concerned. “That’s why the belt is there, silly. Now let’s get the rest of you ready.” Amanda propped me up and slipped the blouse on, then carried me to the bathroom to fix up my disheveled hair and apply some make-up. I stood on the sink, my back leaning against her chest, as she went to work. During her efforts, I took stock of Amanda’s chosen outfit for me. It kept with her tradition of dressing me in revealing clothing when going out in public. The deep neck of the blouse showed off my cleavage and its fabric revealed my bra in blurry detail. In addition, a large amount of my midriff was showing. This was not something I’d usually wear on my own, but I did give her free rein to dress me today. After a few minutes, Amanda was all finished. She really knew how to make me look even sexier. I blew a kiss at the mirror, eliciting a smile and a wink from Amanda. She slid me off the sink and carried me like an infant, grabbing her purse before exiting the bedroom. In a few long strides, we were out the front door and approaching the car. Amanda didn’t care much for SUVs. She thought they were too cumbersome to drive, but it had become necessary due to my new condition. The added safety was something that Amanda couldn’t overlook. Also, it had plenty of room to store the manual wheelchair, as I was only allowed to use it in public. And by use, I mean sit strapped in while Amanda pushed me around wherever she pleased. Opening the passenger-side door, Amanda placed me on the seat and buckled me in tightly. She quickly followed suit, sitting down in the driver’s seat and putting on her seat belt. I looked out the window as Amanda pulled out of the driveway, noticing how nice it looked outside: sun shining, not a cloud in sight, a slight breeze swaying tree leaves. It was going to be a great day.