6 comments/ 23412 views/ 38 favorites Crippled Girl Ch. 01 By: Pappageno If you are looking for a quick fuck story, this isn't it. It's a love story with explicit sensuality. It takes a while to develop, but if you stick with it, you will find rewards. And don't get all weird about the word "crippled." It is passé, but that is the word India uses to describe her condition. * My name's Tom. I'm a pretty typical college student in some ways, very different in others. I'm 21, a student at a major university in the south. I like to drink beer on the weekends and party. I tried the fraternity thing, but it didn't feel right, but dorm life kind of sucked, too. Finally, I got in this special housing for serious students. Now it's cool. Let me explain. I'm a dual major in French and International Realtions. I want to join the diplomatic corps when I graduate. Ultimately, I'd love to work in a consulate or the embassy in France. I've been there four times now, and it feels like home. I'm not willing to give up my American citizenship, so I want to be a diplomat in France so I can live there. So I work really hard during the week, and party hard during the weekend. But things have changed this year. I spent the summer working at a real job in France with an exchange program through the university. I am pretty fluent now. So, I decided to take my studies really seriously this year. I applied for admittance to live in the serious studies apartments. Basically, it's a suite of four bedrooms with a common living room and a shared kitchen. They call that a pod. Each building has six pods on three floors, girls on one side and boys on the other. You have to have a 3.75 GPA or better to live there. You sign a contract that you will not play music loud at any time. You agree not to have more than three guests at any given time and only during the specified social times. Overnight guest policy was to be determined among the pod-mates. I moved in late, just a day before classes started, because I had stayed in France extra time. I was on the second floor. I packed my stuff in quick and figured out my schedule and where I would be going. The next morning, on my way out the door, I passed this handicapped girl. She had crutches and walked with an odd step. She was dressed in black, but had neon plaid tights on under her shorts. She wore a purple beanie over her jet black hair. She was small framed and short, maybe 5'. Her makeup was dark. She was bitching out loud to herself as I walked by. "Why the fuck would they put a gimp on the second floor of a building with no elevator? Haven't they heard of the Americans with Disabilities Act? What the fuck?" Then she saw me. "Sorry, didn't know I had an audience." "No problem. And it is stupid. You gonna complain to the Dean?" "No. Fuck 'em I'll deal with it." "Okay, see ya'" and I headed for Comparative Political Systems, 9 am-Noon, Tuesdays and Thursdays. When I got to French Literature of the Nineteenth Century after lunch, a little late because I had to wait in line at the Quizno's stand in the student center, I sat down at a conference table in the only chair available...next to the crippled girl from my pod. The professor was passing out first-day forms and the syllabus. "Hey, you're the in-a-hurry-dude from my pod," she said to me. "Oh, right," I said, "You're the..." and I couldn't figure out the right words to say. "The gimp-girl on the stairs," she offered. "Yeah that's me. Don't sweat it, I know what I am," she said sort of proudly and pointed to her sticks. "I make everyone uncomfortable. It's okay." Before I could respond with a suave answer I did not possess, the professor began to speak, saving me. Once he got past the introductory stuff and we began to get into the meat of our subject, it got interesting. We were asked to read aloud. The girl from my pod had a great french accent even though she was a little hesitant. Tuesday-Thursday classes are long and tiring. You don't do more than two a day, because you are wiped out after the second one. I knew I was going to like Professeur Pappaillé because he truly loved the likes of Hugo, Dumas, Chateaubriand, de Lamartine and Gautier. I also knew this was going to be a lot of hard work. When we were dismissed, I asked the girl from my pod where she was headed. "I think I'm just going back to the pod for Ramen noodles and broccoli," she answered. "I'm vegan." "I don't have any food at the pod yet. I think they just opened an Indian food place in the student center. Want to eat there with me? I'm sure you can get vegan." "No, that's okay. It takes me forever to get anywhere. You'll die of starvation before we get there. I'll just see you around. Bye" And she clipped-clopped off toward the pod in a very stiff-legged gait. Wow. I was a loser. I got shut down by a crippled girl. Fuck. --- Okay, don't get me wrong. I'm not some wierdo who goes for cripples. She just seemed like an interesting person, and I didn't want to eat alone. I ate alone and still felt kind of weird. Over the next few weeks, we obviously saw one another in class and talked some. I'd see her in the hall at the pod, since her pod was across the hall from mine. Her name was India ("My parents are un-repentant hippies," she said). And she wore wildly fantastic eye make-up. I mean mascara to make her already long lashes ridiculously long; shimmering, glowing purple, gold, magenta eye shadow; drawn-on lines to elongate her eyes. I didn't get this until I had talked with her a few times. She didn't have a lazy eye, but one was a little slow in following the other. I think she did the makeup to make that less noticeable. But her eyes were huge, and light brown. They weren't like the velvet paintings, but almost. And I don't remember encountering eyes so light brown they bordered on amber. I started thinking about her a lot. We talked before and after class. I finally got her to stop for a coffee one day. I discovered she had learned her French accent in Brittany, having done a seven-week immersion program in Brest, France the summer before her senior year. "I was going to go into cosmetology. I didn't think I had the brains for college.Then we got a new French teacher my junior year, Monsieur Hachet. He got me to believe in myself. He got the funding for me to do the program in France. But I had to promise to do rigorous courses my senior year and forgo the vocational training. And I had to take French 4. So, I did, and here I am." I told her about my time and work in France. She seemed interested. We chatted a little in French. It was cool. But again, she cut it short and clip-clopped away. And I just couldn't stop thinking about her. She had a great mind, which I loved. But I started to look at her body. She liked low-cut tops, like most girls today. So it was hard not to notice that she had big boobs. I've always been a small-tit guy because they are so perky. But India's tits stood proud. You could often see the lacy bra she wore. It didn't seem to offer a great amount of support, so they stood out naturally. They were certainly a C cup and maybe a D, maybe a 35"? Hard to tell on a tiny girl. And she had a great ass. Walking with her, I realized the great amount of effort required for her just to walk, so she was toned just because she walked. It was a cute butt that stood high and proud. She often wore tights that showed it off. If she wore undies, they were thong -- no lines. We shared career goals. I told her about my diplomatic aspirations. She said she wanted to be a college professor. "I'm learning all this really cool stuff. I understand French grammar and syntax. Hell, I'm taking French phonetics and diction on Mondays and Wednesdays. I'm reading some of humanity's best literature -- in its original language. I can't imagine trying to share all this with stupid fucking high school students. Maybe when I'm older and have more patience, but not now. I don't even have patience for the stupidity of my classmates. I'm going to learn as much about French language, culture and people as I can, get my doctorate, and teach in college. And I am going to spend more time in France." This girl was cool. I had never met a girl who shared so many of my interests. She liked French movies. She was adventurous with food as long as it didn't involve meat. She had a sharp mind and an ascerbic wit; was somewhat sarcastic but totally logical. She was self-possessed and headstrong. I was really starting to like her. But every time I thought we were getting close, she'd say, "Gotta go," and clip-clopped away. -- One night, I had worked late in the language arts library, working on a literary analysis of Victor Hugo's work (as if I am competent to do that). I went to leave and took the decorative stairs that graced each end of the part of the building that housed the library. There on the stairs, I found India. She was sitting on a step about halfway down. Her sticks were at the bottom. Her backpack was a few steps below with books and papers spread across the stairs. She was crying. "India! What happened?" "Nothing, Tom. Just go the fuck away," she said as her mascara ran down her cheeks. I ignored her. I collected her backpack and things, and went and retreived her sticks. I sat down next to her and said, "Again, what happened?" She sniffed. "Fucking tip of my cane blew through on these fucking marble stairs and sent me flying. Sonofabitch." I looked at the tip of one of her canes and saw metal showing through the rubber tip. It was obvious that the metal slid across the marble stair and she went helter-skelter. "Why the hell didn't you take the elevator?" I asked. It was the wrong thing to say. "Don't you fucking get it? I never take the elevator. This stupid shit isn't EVER going to defeat me. I WILL win. I can overcome anything. I'll come back and beat these stairs. You watch." "Fine. Let's go," I said. "Go ahead," she answered. "It's going to take me a while to slide my ass down these stairs one at a time, then get on my sticks and hobble home. See ya." I set her backpack behind her, grabbed her sticks under one arm and sat between her knees on the step in front of her. "The fuck you're doing that. Put your arms around my neck. Climb on. We're going back to the pod piggy-back," I responded. "There is no way in hell this entire campus is going to see the gimp-girl taking a piggy back ride from anyone! Get the fuck away from me!" She whacked me on the back of the head. I looked over my shoulder at her. "It's eleven at night, not that many people around. It's going to take you an hour or more to get back to the pod on your own. A ride on my shoulders will get you there in five minutes. I don't know about you, but my time is precious. And God forbid the gimp girl should show that she can use help. Everyone needs help, stupid. If it helps you save face, act like it is a boyfriend-girlfriend thing. Act like you like me. Kiss my ear as we cross the quad. Giggle or something. Anyone out there will think we're an item, but that's better than the gimp girl needing help, right?" She was quiet for a few moments. "I fucking hate your right now. Carry me back to the pod, but I fucking hate you for being right." She climbed on my back. I'm 5'11" and weigh about 185. I work out so I'm not fat. But still, her weight was nothing. Carrying her sticks was more of an issue than carrying her. She couldn't have weighed a hundred pounds. I thought we would cross the quad quietly. I was wrong. As soon as India noticed that a group of students noticed us, she whooped and literally spanked me, shouting "Go baby!" It wasn't exactly what I had in mind. Then she squeezed her arms tight around my neck and started biting my ear. I was totally hard by now and having a hard time walking. "Okay, cool it!" I said. "Oh, come on. This is fun. We'll be talked about for days!" "Great! That's exactly what I thought we didn't want." "If they are talking about the riduculous behavior rather than the ridiculous walk, I'm good." -- We arrived at the pod laughing. I instinctively went into mine, and dropped her on the couch, backpack beside her and sticks on the floor. "That was really fun!" she said. "I thought it would be demeaning, but it was totally cool. It was like your legs were mine, but I had you there for me. Cool!" "No, India, what's really cool is you," I said as I leaned in and kissed her. She hesitated at first, then kissed me back, hard. Her tongue found mine before mine found hers. We kissed for what seemed like a long time. Then I ventured to her neck and her ears, kissing, nipping and licking. When I descended to collar bone, she moaned. I risked a hand to her breast as I returned to kissing her full lips. She smiled and I was sure I heard "mmmm" come from her. After long minutes, she took my face in her hands, looked me directly in the eyes and said, "Pick me up, carry me to your bed, take my clothes off and make love to me." I was amazed that this independent, sassy, strong-willed woman was willing to make herself so vulnerable. I silently promised to make it the best for her I could. I slipped my arms under her and lifted so that we were face to face. She did her best to wrap her legs around me, her arms around my neck. She kissed my face lightly as I carried her to my room. "I had no idea being carried could be so sexy," she said. Maybe it was my rock hard dick pressing up against her pussy. I'm just guessing. I lay her down on my bed, pulled her jacket back and started to unzip her denim bustier. "Wow, easy access," I said, "That's nice." I zipped down to find a bra catch in the front. Again, easy access. "Damn, this is great! I don't have to have a physics degree to make love to a woman." She guided my mouth toward her now bare nipples and said, "You are such a dumb fuck. The ease of access isn't for you, it's for me. I have CP. Buttons and hooks fuck me up. I'm not trying to make it easy for you to fuck me, I'm trying to make it easy to go out in the morning. But, please continue." I came up from sucking on the most amazing tits I have ever seen to say, "After I make you cum beyond your wildest dreams with my cock pulsing in your pussy, you'll have to explain this CP thing to me. But for now, we are going to fuck like crazy." "I'm good with that," she moaned as I stuck two fingers up her pussy and sucked hard on a nipple. As I said, her tits were in the moderate size range, but larger than I usually found exciting, and they stood up proudly on her chest, nipples erect. I spent some time sucking on those great nipples and playing with her clit. then I just couldn't help it. I lost my jeans and jockeys, moved up and rubbed my hard cock head against those hard nipples. They got harder. So did my cock. India grabbed my cock and pulled it to her and planted a big kiss on it, licked it a little and said, "A kiss for luck and it's on its way. And its way better be toward my pussy." "Fortunately, it really wants to go there," I answered. Most girls who are ready for it lay on there back and spread their legs. But India rolled to her side and pulled her top leg up so her knee was even with her belly button. I must have looked confused. "Laying on my back for any length of time hurts. I'm hoping this lasts a while, so I'm making myself comfortable. Look, you can fuck me like it was dog-style and still pull on my nipples, which I want you to do. So, mount my leg and fuck me hard now!" I saw just what she meant. I straddled her lower leg, pushed the other one up a little so I could see her wet pussy lips better and pushed my cock head between her wet pussy lips. I eased in, then it got incredibly tight. I pushed my dick harder into her, meeting resistance and wetness both. "Am I hurting you?" I asked. "No just fucking push hard and get in there!" she said. So I did. My dick slid past her opening and entered a place where it was totally enveloped and wrapped in a tight grip from all sides. I moaned. I pumped in and out of her, and her pussy held tight, not wanting to release me for a moment. My cock felt wrapped in a throbbing, convulsing cocoon. I pulled her top leg over my shoulder so I could get deeper into her cunt. And I pounded as hard as that tight grip would allow. I roughly grabbed onto those full tits with their hard, long nipples. And I drove my cock as deep inside India as I could. We fucked like that for long minutes. At first, I rammed it in as quickly in and out as her tight pussy would allow. Then I slowed the pace and teased my cock head to that ridge before plunging back inside. It was so cool to feel up her ass as I fucked her. India was really into it. "Fuck me really hard, touch me everywhere! " And I indulged her. It's really hard to describe what it was like to be inside her. It was unlike any fuck I had had before. I once had chin splints and the doctor put my leg in a compression sock that applied a tight pressure evenly over my whole calf. Her pussy was like a compression sock on my cock. It squeezed tightly through my entire length. Each time I pulled out, I had to press hard to get back into that tight cocoon that massaged my full length. This was the longest fuck I had ever had. India peaked several times. I felt her already tight pussy spasm on my cock numerous times as I pushed into and pulled out of that tight orifice. It was like a rolling massage of my cock. But when I felt ready to cum and my cock started to throb, her pussy muscles sealed off my orgasm. "Back off,big boy," she said. "Give me a minute to move." With some effort, she wrangled her stiff limbs into control so she was on all fours, presenting her wet, dripping pussy lips to me. "This gimp is ready for you to cum up inside her, so fuck my pussy hard!" I pushed into her again, playing with her clit with one finger and her tiny asshole with the other. And she came really hard. I felt her pussy clamp down on my cock head and I couldn't move any more. The rest of her pussy began to vibrate on my cock. Then the orgasm seemed to pass through her whole body. As I held her slim hips against my own, I could see her sweet ass cheeks ripple. It must have waved throughout her body. I've never witnessed such a complete orgasm. I shot my long awaited load deep into her pussy. After our orgasms had subsided, I lay back on my back, and brought her to lay on her back on top of me, my cock still semi-hard inside her. Her tight muscles brought her knees up, spreading her pussy, so I fingered her clit as my cock softened inside her. She came again a little with tiny shudders and a small sigh. Somehow, we ended up curled into a ball facing one another and fell asleep. --- When I awoke, India's head was nuzzled up under my chin and she had a hand on my slowly hardening cock. I slowly realized I had her perfect ass cheeks cupped in both hands. I opened my eyes, stroked her purple hair and gave her a little kiss on the nose. She said, "So, I'm trying to anticipate your response. I'm going for, 'Ohmigod, I fucked the crazy gimp girl! How can I avoid her now?' response. How about it? Am I right?" "I'm sure that's not it. Give me a sec to gather what is passing for thought in my brain right now." I pulled her close, stroked the pink part of her hair and kissed her on the top of her head. "My response is, 'What if the most fascinating woman I have ever met, who shared with me the most amazing sex I've ever had, decides I don't measure up to her standards? What if she is now trying to figure out how to get rid of me?' That's what I'm thinking." "Well, I just wasn't sure how you would respond. My high school boyfriend went into depression when I dumped him before I left for college. My first boyfriend here liked the sex, but didn't want to be seen on campus with a gimp. And the guy I fucked in France talked so fast, I'm not sure what his deal was. I was just hoping you could handle it all. I'm kind of complicated." Crippled Girl Ch. 01 "Well, you're funny and a great mind. And you have one of the finest asses I have ever encountered. I've always been a small-tit kind of guy, but your tits are amazing. So your body is top shelf. It obvoiusly works differently than most people's, but that doesn't make you any less sexy. And having fucked you, I can say that there is something special about your pussy. When it wants cock, there's no denying it. I don't see any down sides." "So, are you just interested in the fucking? Or are you interested in more?" she asked bluntly. "Well, the fucking was really amazing. But I don't think you have noticed that I have been chasing you since the first week of school. You've pretty effectively shut me down every time I tried. If you had blown me off today, I probably would haven't tried anymore," I replied. "I've been interested in you since I first saw you on the stairs. I've tried to impress you in class. I just thought you were very interesting. I really didn't think about sex." "Because I'm crippled," she said. "I guess. I don't know anything about disabilities. I couldn't help notice your perfect ass and your amazing tits. You do wear really tight clothes and tops with deep necklines. And your stubborn attitude is really sexy. I just wanted to get to know you better. I had no idea you had the most amazing pussy in history," I said. "Well, if you want to see each other, I'd like that. I miss having a boyfriend. You'll have to learn about CP. But right now, your cock is really big in my hands and you squeezing my ass has really made me wet and horney. My juice is running down my leg. You're going to have to fuck me again, or I'm masturbating," she said. I realized I had been kneading those wonderful ass cheeks in my hands through our entire conversation. "While I'd really like to watch you masturbate sometime, right now I want my dick up inside you again." "I don't know how long I'll last at this, but I want to be on top." Her movements as she straddled me weren't smooth by any means, but there was something really sexy about the way she climbed on top of me. Then she grabbed my cock and poised it between her pussy lips. She slid the head up and down the length of her wet opening. She leaned over and bit my ear, dragging her hard nipples across my chest. My nipples got hard. "I know I'm a great fuck, I just never met a guy who was as good as me. Show me you are." And she impaled that tight pussy with my hard cock. Since she was essentially fucking me at that point, I didn't know how to show her I was a good fuck. But I raised up to meet her thrusts. In short order, I could feel her small orgasms, the pulses racing through her. When she seemed to tire, I sat up straight and moved back against the headboard, bringing her with me, my cock still planted deep inside her. I still felt the tight, velvet sock on my penis as we moved together. When we were facing one another, still deep in coitis, I pulled her face to mine and kissed her deeply. She kissed back, holding my face up to hers. I began to feel up her wonderful tits, tweaking the nipples and kneading those wonderful orbs. India kissed my face, my eyes, my nose, my cheeks then pushed her tongue between my lips. "I love your cock inside me." With that, I reached under those amazing hips, lifted her up and dropped her hard on my still-stiff cock. We repeated this again and again as she built up to another monster orgasm. She was so light, I could hold her up and bounce her up and down lightly so my cock head just entered her and then came out just a bit. After a few minutes, she began to moan. Her pussy dripped all over my cock and balls. I could feel the small ripples go through her. Finally, I dropped her hard on my tall cock and thrust into her. Her cunt grabbed my cock and squeezed. I started to shoot my load up into her. Again, her whole body rippled with the orgasm. Her pussy squeezed and milked the jizz from my cock. She collapsed on my chest and I held her tight. After our orgasms faded away, she kissed me again and said, "I like having a boyfriend, but there's never been one like you." She kissed me again, snuggled her naked body against mine and passed out. As I stroked her soft skin, her arms and legs akimbo, my cock softening inside her, I gently kissed her face, I knew that I wasn't the special one. This tiny woman who was strong enough to stand up to this affliction and live an almost normal life was the one no one has ever been like. India was the jewel, not me. Crippled Girl Ch. 02 When we awoke in the small hours, we smiled at each other. We knew we were a couple. I wasn't going to be afraid of people seeing me with the gimp girl. She didn't care if I was the strange French-speaking guy. I helped round up her clothes and sighed as I watched her put them on. I was already in love with her naked body. I hated to see it covered. She seemed to read my thoughts. "Don't worry big boy, we'll be naked together soon enough. I'll need me some more fucking. But now, I have to study for a sociology test tomorrow. I smell like animal lust and need a shower. And I should eat...something more nutritious than cum, which is what you are probably thinking of. I'll talk to you tomorrow." I followed her out of my room. As we entered the common room, we saw one of my pod-mates. He just looked at me and cocked an eyebrow. To her he said, "Hey neighbor." She glanced at him and said, "Hey." Then she looked at me and took my hand. "Tom, it's been nice." Then, she kissed my hand. "See you soon." It was the coolest move I have ever seen. She grabbed her sticks and walked out the door with a sly glance over her shoulder. Damn, she was good. --------- I saw her the next day in French class. She arrived before me and saved me a place. Not only that, she had gotten me a coffee "Wow, thanks." I took her hand. "When are we going to be together again?" I asked as the professor came in and started to get ready for class. "You are way too distracting for me to spend any time with you in the next day or two. I have a paper due in European History tomorrow. And did you remember that we have to submit our critical analysis, in French, of her selections from Les Fleurs du Mal on Thursday?" "Oh, fuck!" I hadn't read Baudelaire since high school. I was supposed to have been reading it the last couple of weeks, but I had been distracted. "Let's get the damn poetry behind us. Then you can come to my PE class with me on Thursday afternoon." "Your PE class? Really?" "What, the handicapped girl doesn't have to take PE? The ADA says we are to be treated like able-bodied people – with accommodations. I bet my PE is way more fun than anything you have done. Bring your trunks and meet me at the natatorium at 5:30 Thursday." "The natatorium? What?" At that point, Madame said, "Attention, mes amis!" And I had to keep my questions to myself. --- I got my Baudelaire done. Even though we sat next to each other, India didn't say a word to me. When Madame finally stopped talking about the effect of the Franco-Prussian war on the writing of Mauriac and we were leaving, India spoke. "5:30, Natatorium, right?" "Sure, but I've done my PE requirements," I answered. "Not like this," she said and clipped-clopped away. --- When I arrived at the Natatorium, the girl at the counter asked, "You here to see India?" "Yeah." "Sign in here. You have to wear your swim suit, and you have to shower before you can enter the water spaces. Don't worry, it's pretty warm in here. When you exit the men's locker room, you'll find the endless pool to your right, at the end of the hall. It's none of my business, but you might want to flip the latch once you go in there. I'm just saying... Here's your locker key. Return it when you come back through. And please shower again – for my sake." I really didn't get what was happening, but I was getting the idea that I might have a really good time. "Oh, and India's swimming class is just scheduled for an hour, but nobody's scheduled after her, so... Well, hope you get a good workout." And she turned back to her paperwork. I donned my trunks in the locker room, passed through the shower and exited the locker room. I followed the hallway to the end, and I walked through the door marked "Endless Pool." It was probably 15' wide and 25' long, full of water that was obviously streaming from one end to the other. I had seen smaller versions advertised on TV. And swimming the crawl in this rectangle was India. Her normally awkward limbs seemed in fluid motion. And she was wearing a thong bikini. I saw those perfect ass cheeks working hard. Her back was beautiful, with just the elastic strap of her top across her lower shoulders and those skinny arms working hard to propel her against the force. I started to get hard. She rolled over onto her back and started the backstroke. Her breasts seemed to keep her small frame afloat. She saw me and said, "Hey!" It was interesting to see her swim the strokes and actually not move in space because of the water movement of the pool. "Are you going to jump in and swim a few laps with me, or just stand there looking at my tits?" I jumped in and began doing the sidestroke next to her as she continued her leisurely backstroke. Swimming wasn't really my thing, but my mom made us take swimming lessons throughout childhood, so I was adequate. We watched each other as we moved through the water. After a bit she said, "Stop." She stayed on her back and flipped the opposite direction, the water carrying her to the back of the pool. I floated toward her and landed in her open embrace, both arms and legs. "You really like this," I commented. "Yeah, it's the only place I feel like a normal person. In hot, bubbling water my muscles relax and I can move like other people," she answered. "I get the feeling we're going to spend a lot of time shriveled up like prunes," I said. She put her arms around my neck and lightly kissed me on the lips. "Do you know what cerebral palsy is?" "I've heard of it. There are telethons for it. But I have no idea what it is." "Well," she began as she kissed me on the forehead and pushed her pussy up against my semi-hard cock, "It's a failure of the brain to communicate the right messages to the rest of the body." She bit my ear. "It manifests in different ways for different people. For me, my brain tells all of my muscles to be tense, all of the time. That's why it's hard for me to walk. Each step requires a conscious thought on my part – step, relax, step, relax. For you it's a reflex once you begin." "Are there medications that can help?" I asked. "For some forms, yes. But for my manifestation, drugs don't make it better, they just make me feel stupid. They can basically only offer pain meds. And I'm not in pain. Well, I am, but it is just because of the tense muscles. I quit meds when I was ten and was diagnosed as retarded, or the new word for it. I knew I wasn't stupid. But by then, I was really far behind in school. It took a lot of work to get just to grade level." I took her face in my hands and kissed her – on her nose, her eyelids, her tall cheekbones, the line of her jaw. "So the hot water makes things relax?" "Yeah, but only while I'm in it. Five minutes out, and I'm back to gimp girl." "So CP makes all of your muscles tight? Is that why...?" "Why my pussy is so tight? Yes. And it makes me feel every contour and movement of your cock. I'm so tight, your cock would never enter my pussy if I didn't consciously relax my vaginal muscles to let you in. That's why I have so many little orgasms as you fuck me. And when you shoot into me, I feel every spurt in every nerve ending. It is literally the only upside of CP. I bet I cum more in one fuck session than the average woman does in six months of sex." Her arms were around my neck and she was pushing her pussy up against my now totally rigid cock. The water was pushing me into her even more. "So were we to fuck right now, would your pussy muscles relax in this hot water, like your other muscles do?" I asked. "I don't know. I've never fucked in a pool before," she answered. "I was kind of hoping we could experiment and see." I reached up and untied the strings around her neck and pulled her top down to reveal her ample breasts. "Wow, my tits float," she said. "Indeed," I replied as I started to suck on them. India pushed her thong aside, pulled down my trunks and started to stroke my hard cock. The pool wasn't more than four feet deep, so my feet were on the bottom. India positioned my cock head between her pussy lips. I pushed in and her pussy opened wide for me – until the head hit her ridge. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply and my cock was virtually sucked up into her pussy. I almost came immediately as I entered that velvet stocking, but I held off. In the water, she was virtually weightless, and her muscles (other than her pussy muscles) were relaxed. So, we tried all kinds of positions, some I had never imagined, both of us freed from gravity and her freed from CP, except for her tight pussy. She lay back and floated, gently stroking her arms to keep her close. Her tits pierced the water surface and danced back and forth as I floated her back and forth against my cock as I drove it deep inside her. She continued to have those little ripple orgasms as I pummeled her tight pussy. She pushed me back to sit on the pool step. She floated around so that her ass was facing me. She raised up that beautiful ass and dropped her wet pussy onto my cock as she used her swimming strokes to hold her in place. It was as if her tight pussy sucked my cock up into itself, making it her own. I took her hips in my hands and guided her tight stocking up and down my rigid shaft. Every time I got close to cumming, she let her vagina muscles tighten on my hard cock and my ejaculation was effectively stopped. It was the most exquisite torture. My body told my male parts to shoot, but her female parts held mine in check. And we kept on fucking. In the end, she was floating on her side with one leg over my shoulder and the other between my legs as I pounded her pussy when I could hold back no longer and she didn't want me to. India had been having small orgasms throughout. She was incredibly pumped. Up to this point, India hadn't been really vocal in her orgasms, but that changed. As I approached that point, she began to moan loudly. Then she revealed herself as a screamer. When I began to shoot my load up into her, she came like no woman I had ever known. The moans moved from breathy pulses to outright cries to screams. She may have been speaking English or French or something else. She screamed words like, "fucking hard cock!" and "Encore! plus! n'arrête pas!" and something like "omnignomphfkthck!" I think her orgasm filled every tissue of her body. I know mine absorbed more of myself than I had ever known. Every ounce of jizz was out of me and still my cock pulsed. I could feel her pussy convulsing on my cock and waves passing throughout her. Slowly it subsided for both of us. Once it was over, I had to lift her out of the pool and lay her beautiful nude body, still trembling slightly, on a lounge chair. I barely had the energy to do that and collapsed beside her. "I don't think my pussy muscles relax in the water. But that's okay. That was the most amazing fuck of my life," she said. "Me, too," I replied – truthfully. And I hoped to have that kind of fuck again and again with this beautiful, sexy woman. --- We walked back to the pod together, her clip-clopping and me wanting to hold her hand or have my arm around her. But that just didn't work. We kissed goodbye on the landing. I knew that sex wasn't love, but this was an amazing woman. She was smart and funny. She made me think about things in a different light. She provoked my mind and excited my body. She was intriguing and amusing, beautiful and sexy, intelligent beyond words and practical beyond pretense. And she had an incredible body, great tits, sweet ass and slim legs. And she fucked me like I never imagined was possible. I was falling in love – lust, too, but definitely love.