Anna Maria Experiences the War in Vienna

Anna Maria Rizzi had come to Vienna with her almost‐sister‐in‐law Lila just months before the end of the war. Riccardo had sent them to the safest place he could think of: to Vienna, to Uncle Aldo and his wife Hermine. Even in the days of the monarchy, Vienna was a place that magically attracted the Rizzis. But poor Riccardo did not know that Vienna was already half bombed at that time. Uncle Aldo, in earlier times a famous concert pianist, had long ago got stuck in Vienna; although he would never have admitted it, it was mainly because of his Hermione. They lived in Elisabethstraße, just a few steps from the opera house, in a large apartment overlooking the leafy, shady courtyard. Aldo gave piano lessons, as long as his fingers still allowed it, because their meager pension was simply not enough at the back and front, and they both resisted putting their hands in their laps and becoming fully impoverished. Recently, Aunt Hermine had passed away, leaving Aldo, their crazy little Aldo, alone. She had been a good ten years older than him, yet he loved her dearly and was was now wasting away mentally and physically since she had passed on. Less reticent people would probably have said that Aldo had simply snapped after she had left him. But of course Riccardo knew none of that at the time.

When Anna Maria gave birth to Giuseppe's daughter, it was nothing unusual, there, in sleepy Parma. No, not the big, historic city of Parma, but the small hamlet of Parma del Rio, located northwest of Trieste, nestled in the mosquito‐infested marshes of the Isonzo river which is now part of the eastern municipal area of Monfalcone. Giuseppe was drafted shortly after and they both cried when he said goodbye. For a long time after she had given herself to him, they sat mutely in the meadow, while the autumn sun sank into the dusty horizon. Anna Maria shuddered as she saw, as if through a misty cloud a coffin laid out in the chapel of the small cemetery. Never had a vision been so real, but all at once she knew that Giuseppe, her Giuseppe, lay there.

It was barely two weeks after Monika's birth when the telegram came. The Colonello was very sorry, also in the name of the Duce and the whole Italian people, that her fiancé Giuseppe had fallen in the service of the fatherland and for the good of all in the defense of Fascist Italy. Anna Maria's heart stiffened, she could not and would not cry. She had known it since that afternoon. She concentrated all her thoughts and all her strength on little Monika and on helping her mother out in the little store. It was much harder now, in the middle of the war, than it had been before, to get them three through with her little general store.

Day in, day out, she stood in the little store, taking turns with her mother to quickly go upstairs in between to check on the baby. Sometimes, when she sat beside the little bed to sing a lullaby or hum softly until little Monika fell asleep, she was overcome by a strong, powerful feeling that this was not all. Since her pregnancy, she had felt quite grown up at the age of 17 and believed that life would continue unchanged and end the same way. But this time she felt great anxiety and the certainty that everything would still change. Everything.

As she went back downstairs, a young soldier stood by her mother, interrupting himself in mid‐sentence as she came down the stairs. He looked open‐mouthed at Anna Maria, who had stopped on the landing. Anna Maria had to look twice to recognize him: Riccardo! She quickly descended the last steps and walked towards him. Her eyes filled with tears when she saw the pain in Riccardo's eyes. Riccardo Rizzi, Giuseppe's best friend and brother of her best friend, Lila! Sobbing, she threw herself against his chest, clutched his neck like a drowning woman and wept without restraint; letting all the tears that had not been cried in all those weeks run. Riccardo stood firm in this storm of emotion and swallowed dryly, for Anna Maria's sudden outburst of emotion was hitting him hard.

Anna and Riccardo had gone to the bank of the Isonzo to leave Anna's mother alone in the resurgent grief; she had stammered, sobbing out, terrible things about God and fate, about the evil in the world that had robbed her and Anna and Monika of their husband, father and breadwinner. Riccardo listened to Anna Maria, waited patiently until her tears dried, and comforted her. Anna Maria could finally talk to someone about her grief and finally, finally cry.

The more she went down to the Isonzo with Riccardo, the more she detached herself from Giuseppe and his death. Once, as she dried her tears and rested her head on his shoulder, Riccardo, that serious and silent boy, began to talk about himself and his feelings toward her. That he had to hide and conceal his love for her back then, when she had chosen Giuseppe, his best friend. Told of the turmoil in his chest when he learned that she was pregnant and Giuseppe had been had been drafted. Of his pain and burning sense of guilt when Giuseppe fell. Of his own wound that sent him to the military hospital and now back to Parma for a few weeks of reconvalescence. Of hope and rekindled love when he was back in her mother's store. Of — but he could not speak further, for Anna had embraced him fiercely and kissed him on his lips, held him fiercely desiring and caressing him.

During the few weeks Riccardo had recuperative leave, they made love incessantly. Riccardo thought further and told her she had to protect herself, Monika and her mother to safety from the turmoil of war, for he believed that soon all of Italy would fall and that Parma, too, would be occupied. The only safe place seemed to him to be Vienna, since the Duce and Hitler both spoke of the Alpine fortress as the last bulwark of the nation. For someone from the province of Trieste, it was not absurd, since Trieste had belonged to the Habsburg Empire for about three hundred years. Riccardo didn't know much about these things, but at the time he thought it best if she went to Vienna, to Uncle Aldo. His older sister Lila would also go with them.

Two days before Riccardo's departure, it seemed as if the Allies would advance into northern Italy. His predictions seemed to come true, so it took only more less words to convince Anna Maria. Her mother did not want to give up her home and the little store at any price, and gruffly waved them off, saying that they should go, that they were still young and had everything ahead of them, but that she was already much too old to start all over again in a foreign country. Riccardo got the tickets and took Lila, Anna Maria and baby Monika to the train station in Trieste. When the train pulled in, she had that funny feeling again, that vision, just like that time with Giuseppe. She quickly closed the compartment window and huddled on the seat, crying. No, please don't, dear God, not him!

Uncle Aldo had lost Aunt Hermione more than a year ago; since her death he had apparently been out of sorts and let himself go completely, also he probably drank too much when he wasn't playing the piano sentimentally. Nevertheless, he made room in the apartment as best he could. Lila and Anna Maria got a room together and put the crib for Monika, which Aldo had found somewhere, in a corner of the room. For the frizzy old man, it was a relief that the young women could take care of the household together, queue for hours for groceries and, despite their poor knowledge of German, they were able to find some delicacy or other. Little Monika developed well, while Anna Maria waited for her next period with a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. Then she was sure: she was pregnant again.

Lila and she kept it a secret until one day Uncle Aldo raised his eyebrows in surprise and broke off mid‐Debussy; he raised his head and asked Anna Maria directly, who lowered her eyes and nodded slightly. Riccardo, she breathed, Riccardo! But Aldo only laughed and said, yes, yes, that's how we are, the Rizzis! Then he jumped up lightly on his feet, grabbed Lila around the waist and did some elegant dance steps. "Do you remember, mi cuor, back in Abbazia?" asked the mentally confused man, kissing the completely surprised Lila affectionately in the middle of the mouth — probably mistaking her for Aunt Hermi.

Anna Maria and Lila had known each other since childhood, were best and closest friends during their school years, and shared all secrets with each other. Lila, who was a few years older than Anna, had let many boys love her, but she had never gotten pregnant; she never told anyone, but somehow she knew for sure that she could not have children. Curious at the time, she had asked Anna Maria about Giuseppe and making love, wanting to know everything down to the smallest detail. Sometimes she stroked Anna Maria's belly, in which little Monika was growing, and thought it was terribly exciting. Lila found everything terribly arousing and satisfying her arousal in Anna's presence. Anna Maria was much more reserved on this point, because she had known since her earliest youth that this was one of the worst of all mortal sins and that she was terrified of hellfire. It was only during her pregnancy that she had begun to masturbate again — first hesitantly, then violently and compulsively — presumably because she had been infected by Lila's permissive masturbation habit. Later, when her belly became thicker and thicker and every movement gave her trouble, she stayed tired and let Lila touch her body, abandoning herself to her fearfully and shamefully. It was not the first time that Lila touched her, but she felt even more guilty because she experienced these orgasms stronger and more intense than her Secret ones. She was grateful that Lila had no shyness whatsoever and obviously enjoyed making love to her and making her masturbate.

Lila had not been at all shy about asking her about her lovemaking sessions with Riccardo, either. And Anna Maria, who had a great longing for him, talked about him, about their relationship, about their lovemaking and lust. She confessed to Lila, haltingly, that she had felt no more physical desire for him that she hadn't have for Giuseppe, at least not a physical one. She was in love and full of longing for the creature man and for a family of her own, but physically she felt nothing, almost nothing.

But she knew she felt pleasure, Lila said, alluding to masturbation. Anna Maria remained silent, for in the past she had rarely masturbated and now whispered broodingly that now it was certainly that she had to do it so often and almost compulsively. She said haltingly that her pleasure came mostly from watching, she felt no other pleasure. Lila laughed and said that it didn't matter how, the main thing was to feel pleasure, and that was crucial. From now on, Lila was aware of her role and played it for Anna Maria, but also for herself, because she felt an additional new thrill.

The turmoil of the end of the war was now fully upon Vienna, one had one's hands full to procure the bare necessities for the baby and for oneself, because the same questions had to be solved as the day before: how do we survive all this? When things got really bad, because Aunt Hermine's carefully hoarded food reserves were running low, Uncle Aldo deliberately looked the other way when Lila took men to get money, alcohol or reference cards for food or clothing for them. Anna Maria usually went for a walk in the courtyard with little Monika in her arms. However, if it was already late in the evening, she stayed with Uncle Aldo in the kitchen and played cards with him until Lila came in to join them again. It was not her idea at all, but Lila's, because one day she casually said that if she wanted to, she could watch from the bathroom through the little crack in the hatch when she was doing it with the man. Anna Maria blushed terribly at first, because that didn't fit in at all with her rural, arch‐Catholic upbringing, but then her curiosity won out.

Immediately after the man left, Anna Maria quietly slipped into the room and, heart pounding, lay naked next to Lila's warm body, snuggling close to her and thinking longingly of Riccardo; Riccardo who still hadn't contacted her. She clutched her friend's beautiful body lustfully and only let go when her arousal raged in wild waves. Afterwards she felt terribly ashamed, as always, but she just couldn't help it.

For a while Lila tried to contact her family, but the phone stopped working even at the main post office. The days passed, and Lila was about to drop everything to make her way to Parma, when they received mail from Trieste. Riccardo had already been dead three weeks after their departure. His mother, Aldo's sister and Lila's mother, survived him by only a few weeks and died of a broken heart. The well‐meaning neighbor still wrote this and that, but they didn't read it anymore, although he saved to the end the good news that Anna Maria's mother and her store and also the chickens were doing quite well.

Anna Maria felt sadness, pain and an infinite emptiness. But she was not surprised, because she had known it since they had left Trieste. The child would have no father, and she would raise it alone, just like Monika. Lila, who had cried out and then completely collapsed, lay on the bed sobbing to herself. Anna Maria could do nothing but talk to Uncle Aldo or talk to Lila, who had taken hours to regain her senses. Anna gathered all her courage and went to the cellar to steal some bottles from the wine stock of a neighbor who had not been seen for a long time. Uncle Aldo wordlessly accepted the bottle and drank it silently and furiously empty, then fell asleep at the kitchen table, his head on his arms.

Anna Maria gave Lila sip after sip to drink until she slowly calmed down. She stroked her face long and gently until Lila was drunk and fell asleep. The next morning Anna Maria went back to the cellar cellar and now stole all the bottles, stacking them in the kitchen. Lila picked herself up, tried to put the cruel blow of fate and threw herself wildly and doggedly into contributing to the household; doggedly and single‐mindedly, she brought in men, one after the other.

Anna Maria had withdrawn silently, sitting for hours at the window with little Monika in her arms, looking out over the shattered city while Lila was away or was fucking a man. Anna provided for her family as best she could during this time, trading household goods for food and spending much time with Uncle Aldo and Lila, who — each in his own way — quietly vegetated. Lila was now often gone for hours, Uncle Aldo often sat naked at the table, and in his drunkenness did not care that Anna looked irritably at his dangling dick. When he touched it playfully and when it became erect, she became even more confused and quickly disappeared into her room, fearing that he would masturbate again.

It had happened for the first time a few days ago: she sat by the kitchen table and gave Monika the breast. Since she thought it was the most natural thing in the world, she didn't mind Aldo watching. She was not at all aware that the short, thin undergarment she wore in the apartment during the summer heat showed more than it hid: he was Lila's uncle after all! She concentrated completely on the sucking child and did not pay attention to the fact that the undergarment, under which she wore nothing, shifted completely. So she did not notice that he was secretly masturbating under the tabletop while he stared at her nakedness and greedily absorbed the image of her full breasts and her exposed cunt. Then, as if to sleep, Uncle Aldo rested his head on the arm that lay on the kitchen table and masturbated with the other without paying any further attention to her. Only now did he make a telltale movement so that she looked up. Her initial anger immediately dissipated because excitement rose up in her — excitement and curiosity, because it was the first time she saw a man masturbate. Fascinated, she watched as he masturbated and, pointing his cock to the ground, abruptly sprayed in thick jets onto the floor. The blood rushed in her ears as he stroked up and down again thoughtfully, letting the last drops of semen ooze out. She felt the irresistible compulsion again, but she was far too ashamed to do it in front of him and didn't dare until she was lying in her bed later.

Obviously the alcohol and increasing mental confusion caused his strange sexual outbursts. Nevertheless, he was always quite bouncy in his buzz, patting Anna's belly affectionately, muttering drunkenly something about the next Rizzi, and continuing to drink. She, driven by some indefinable inner compulsion, remained standing beside him, unsettled, when he caressed her belly under her dress and nibbled at his cock. Shivering and with a glowing face, Anna allowed herself to be touched, but when he took his erection in his fist, she awoke from her torpor and hurried to get free of him and run to her room.

Left to her own devices, Anna Maria went to the black market to exchange some items from Aunt Hermione's possession for food. The farmer with the sly face grinned deviously when she asked him what he wanted for the small piece of bacon. She blushed as she understood his insolent look and shook her head indignantly: she was pregnant, wasn't she? He nodded, reluctantly and snidely, but then he hinted that she could do it to him with her hand. She thought about it for a moment, but since she was already damned because Don Aldo touched her and because she was in mortal sin every night with Lila, she went after him into the dark entrance of the house. While he greedily groped her hips and thighs with his broad hands, she grabbed his pants, thought of Don Aldo and did it to him, rather clumsily and erratically, but it obviously excited him very much. She went home crying, for her Riccardo in heaven had surely witnessed everything like all the sins she had committed in the last weeks.

Mostly she cried because she was more deeply involved than ever in all those mortal sins she committed alone, with Lila and now with the peasant; the conflict between curiosity and shame regarding Uncle Aldo soon almost always lost the shame, although she kept telling herself it was nothing more than what she was doing with the peasant at the black market.

As time went on, she feared less and less that Don Aldo's cock was erect; to hell with mortal sin! When Monika was asleep in her crib, she would stay devotedly next to Aldo and willingly let him feel her up while he masturbated. The sight of his fist rubbing his cock excited her as much as his groping hand on her fat pregnant belly and buttocks. Soon he moved on, feeling her labia and clit with erratic fingers. Only rarely did he interrupt his masturbation to rub her vigorously and awkwardly with a finger inside her vagina or on her clit, before continuing with himself and squirted. Although she never really dared to surrender to the excitement and he was much rougher than Lila, she did get horny to the point that she had to withdraw immediately afterwards; then she had to think of the peasant at the black market and felt sorry for poor Uncle Aldo.

She was startled out of her reverie when a bullet whistling poisonously in the courtyard struck, hurled the small, carefully nursed garden plants some meters high and brought a balcony to the collapse. Worried, Anna Maria waited a few minutes, but no further attack came. Cautiously, she went down the stairs to take a closer look at the damage. It so happened that a few minutes later she found the body of a young man — obviously a war invalid, for one of his legs had been amputated below the knee and beside him lay almost brand‐new cheap crutches. The poor fellow lay shattered under the balcony, looking up at the sky with vacant, astonished eyes. She wanted to get help and turned around, but then she faltered, because something was wrong with this picture.

The young dead man had three arms.

Anna went closer and now saw that the third hand belonged to someone else, someone, who was lying under the dead man. She bent down and looked at the hand. She heard a soft sigh, as if from far away, and the third hand moved millimeter by millimeter.

In her desperation she called for Aldo, shouting, "Don Aldo, vienivieni, subito!" and called for him again and again until he appeared, drunk with sleep and dressed only in a short shirt. Together they cleared away the rubble and carefully lifted the body. Anna Maria cried out softly, for the person under the dead body was Lila.

Now they hurriedly dug away the remaining rubble, and Anna just shuddered as she touched the corpse of the boy, whose chest and abdomen had been torn apart by the avalanche of stones, and whose intestines had spilled out. Don Aldo cleared away the human remains, grumbling as Anna paused, frozen, to stare at the young dead man's beautiful and shapely penis. Everything else about him was shattered, the amputated stump of his legs, his chest and abdomen, but his face looked beautiful as did his penis, from which a little ejaculate had squirted. Don Aldo covered the body with some rags, then they carefully lifted Lila out.

She seemed to be barely breathing, but was apparently unharmed. Aldo picked her up in his arms and Anna walked beside him, holding Lila's hands. Upstairs, they laid Lila on the bed, and Anna washed her face and undressed her to clean her up. After carefully washing Lila with a wet cloth, it was clear that she was unharmed, although she was still unconscious. Uncle Aldo was standing beside the bed, and when Anna finished washing her, she looked up and saw his erection under his shirt, saw his simple‐minded, primitive grin. "Get out!" she yelled at Aldo, as he was now also tugged at his erection, "get out now!" and slammed the door behind him furiously.

The hardest weeks of Anna Maria's life now followed. Lila had been completely apathetic since the bomb blast, dozing off and somewhere far away in another galaxy. She had to be fed and washed like a little child. Anna Maria was really worried about her and tried to wake her up from this eerie lethargy. In her desperation, she once tried to arouse Lila by gentle stroking of the clit, but Lila let the orgasm all wash over her without breaking free from her torpor. Anna felt terribly ashamed later, but she had aroused herself more than Lila in the process. Afterwards she thought — almost to justify herself — that pregnant women were just very easily aroused. She knew quite simply that this compulsive masturbation could only come from her pregnancy. She wept with despair as Lila remained silent and impassive, lost forever.

In the following weeks Anna Maria followed the farmer again and again into the dark house entrance and did it to him with the hand, became visibly safer. The farmer loved to touch her everywhere and pour himself into her hand. Anna Maria flinched the first time his hand went between her thighs and touched her pubic area, because despite Aldo's touches she still felt great shame towards strangers. But she got used to it because he remained basically harmless and just greedily pushed himself towards her rubbing hand, and then, at the moment of his orgasm, groping her vagina. She only had to wait until he had fully poured himself into her hand, then he let go of her and wordlessly trotted back with her to his stand to give her what she asked for. In retrospect, Anna Maria ruminated in her diary that they had been more fortunate than most during the war months and had suffered far less of a struggle for daily bread or bare survival because their apartment was never bombed and some of Aunt Hermione's supplies lasted until almost the end. At the same time she reasoned that they lived so closely packed together and in constant fear of death that traditional values such as shame, mortal sins and taboos were suspended.

Aldo, formerly the correctness in person, could already become very whimsical: once, when he was sitting quite drunk and naked at the kitchen table, Anna Maria came to check on him after she had taken care of Monika. She kindly stroked his gray head and said that now it was enough, now he could go to bed. When he felt her belly, Anna could see that he already had an erection again, but then he really rose, contrary to her expectations. He went straight to the girl's room room, where Lila was asleep, and dropped crashing onto the bed. Anna got a premonition and ran after him, but the old man had already reached Lila. Although Anna stood behind him and tugged powerlessly at one of his legs, the drunken Aldo pushed Lila's thighs apart and penetrated the impassively lying girl; he immediately began to fuck her.

Anna paused with a sigh of relief, having given up because she thought herself too weak against him. The sight of his cock in Lila's vagina excited her strangely, she felt the compulsion rise in her again. Suddenly it dawned on her that this was not the first time that Aldo was making love to Lila. Of course, because Lila was beautiful and slender slim, but she was ugly, with her thick bloated belly and blotchy skin. It took a few minutes before she she picked herself up, gathered all her strength and pulled him out of Lila, out of the bed. She was relieved to see that the struggling old man still had a strong erection and obviously could not have had an outpouring yet. Then she vigorously maneuvered him out into the kitchen, where she urged him onto the chair.

She was not surprised when the drunken old man immediately reached for her and jokingly pulled her closer to him so that she had to sit astride his thighs. His nakedness didn't bother her, because in the last few weeks he almost only walked around naked or sat naked on his kitchen chair. Nor did she mind his erection; she had seen it many times by now. She looked down at her body, herself still aroused from the scuffle in the bedroom, and stared in fascination at his wet cock, which seconds ago had been in Lila's vagina. Vaguely, the thought trailed far back through her aroused—fogged head that the erections she had known so far always had to end with squirting. She remained waiting and willing on his lap, for of course she expected him to touch and grope her as he usually did while he masturbated. Her arousal grew as he reached under her thin undergarment and lovingly stroked her pregnant belly, while he muttered his old Rizzi stem‐holder lyric again and pushed her dress all the way up, over her head and to the floor. They were now both naked. He touched and caressed her more gently than he ever had before.

His hand went gently up and down on her belly, touching lightly again and again her naked pubic area, in front of which his erection stood. His hand so gently and softly caressed the skin of her cunt, touched it so tenderly and lightly that Anna Maria somehow sank inside and with closed eyes enjoyed the unusual caress. Without fear and somehow amazed, she allowed him to delicately feel and delicately caress her most intimate parts; she simply let him and wished more and more to go to bed and masturbate immediately. Aldo had meanwhile taken the cock in his hand and was stroking the glans up and down her labia, gently and carefully parting her labia. Anna Maria had completely forgotten about him and didn't even register how willingly she opened up and surrendered to him as he penetrated and fucked her on his lap.

Anna Maria was far away in time and space, and a Rizzi, a much younger one than this, was inside her, thrusting back and forth. Gently her vagina embraced his erection, stroking and massaging him, feeling the thrusting and thrusting of his spear for a long time. Willingly she thrust herself toward him, feeling her vagina rubbing him demanding. Her womb held his cock tightly, rubbing and rushing him until she thought she felt his squirting. Only when he jerked to a halt did Anna look up in confusion to see that it was Aldo pumping deep inside her, trying in vain to squirt. Still completely under the spell of what she had dreamed and experienced, she listened inside herself, accepted the numb feeling of defenselessness. Resigned, somehow indifferent and yet devoted, she wanted to let Aldo squirt into her and looked at him while he strained and contorted his face.

She flinched as he roughly pulled his cock out of her vagina with his hand to quickly and wildly rub his old, gray sex. She kept her head low so that he could not see her eyes, so that he could not see that she was watching everything as if under an irresistible compulsion. Anna stared down at herself as if hypnotized to watch him masturbate, then gasped violently as he paused triumphantly and the first semen splashed over her pubic area. She cried out softly as his cock again entered her with a quick, brutal jerk through the veil of semen. She could feel exactly how he poured into her a few times. But but he impatiently pulled his cock out again and continued to masturbate, painstakingly squirting the last drops over her belly and pussy. Only when he had finished and looked at her sadly and helplessly did she disengage and leave the kitchen in shame.

Anna Maria had to look after herself, Lila, feed herself and her babies as best she could. And get enough sleep. She was dead tired sometimes, but the thought of Riccardo's child kept her going. Nothing and no one would stop her from seeing Riccardo in the eyes of the child, rediscovering him, seeing his life resurrected in the child's life. She had to deal with Lila and the crazy old man somehow, at all costs. She avoided him for days and struggled with herself because she had given herself to him so willingly. Giuseppe and Riccardo, yes — but Uncle Aldo?

Food, good food, was only available on the black market, and she could never afford the prices there. She had no choice but to visit the greasy farmer every few days, who simply shrugged his shoulders and said that if she couldn't pay, she would have to do him another favor. As much as she was ashamed of it, she had to do it. After all, in the weeks before the catastrophe, Lila had supported the family with her body in the weeks before the catastrophe. And Anna Maria had come to understand that that was all men wanted — if nothing else, they at least wanted her to do it to them by hand.

The farmer wasn't her only customer, but they also had to offer everything they needed to survive. If she had previously given the guy all the freedom, she now began to purposefully refuse him part of the time. Now she held back when his hand wanted to wipe her thighs; he could already, she whispered stretched, but he would have to give her something more in return. When he offered something, she was either satisfied or she demanded more until he agreed. Now she relaxed and allowed his hand free access as she quickly masturbated him. She felt nothing but sexual humiliation and the pride of doing everything for her family. Basically, the whole thing was disgusting to her, except when she looked down and watched the seed shoot jerkily into her palm; it excited her strongly, and sometimes the arousal lasted until she was home or excited her again after the fact. Lila lay impassively beside her, oblivious to her secret lust.

Still Anna felt ashamed when she thought of Uncle Aldo; she avoided him and did not look him in the eye. But now Anna hurried back home as fast as she could, because Uncle Aldo was causing her a lot of problems in the meantime. His sexual escapades were becoming more unpleasant every day. When she was out, he would make advances on Lila. Heaven knows how many times he had taken her in the meantime! Anna had noticed it quite by chance and now ran as fast as her fat belly would allow, back home. Of course she caught him on Lila. She stood idly by and watched helplessly, for she thought herself far too weak to drag the struggling old man off Lila. She thought she had come too late and could only watch Aldo gasp and spurt — she was contrite, frightened and full of guilt. Guilt because, in truth, she watched curiously and excitedly as his cock plunged deep again and again, as he gasped laboriously and squirted into Lila until he fell over exhausted. Never would she have admitted that she watched the two of them breathless with horniness, thinking only secondarily that it was wrong. Surely the pregnancy also makes me so easily aroused, she later wrote in her diary, because she still had to find an excuse for her mortal sins, the quick and secret mortal sins after watching when Aldo had fallen asleep exhausted next to Lila.

Her guilt towards Lila pressed her so much that she tried to get home in time, then she could get him before his orgasm from Lila. She scuffled with him until she got him off Lila and guided his wet cock into her own cunt, letting him fuck her, albeit plagued by intense guilt — she couldn't care less because she was already pregnant, but he wasn't allowed to impregnate his own niece, the old moron! At least that's what she thought at the time, but she still got guilty about letting him screw her.

Once she thought she had found the right trick and willingly let him watch as she undressed Lila and washed the nude girl. Now, as expected, Aldo got an erection, she teasingly slowly undressed and drew his attention, pulling him energetically to her. At first she tried to make him masturbate with her hand or let him to penetrate only when the squirting began. Later, however, he was unstoppable and wanted to ram wildly, so she kept him off her belly as best she could by lying on her side and willingly opening her thighs so he could penetrate from behind. When it was hard for him to come, she helped him squirt with gentle stroking. Slowly she lost her shyness completely and watched him closely while he fucked her. She was terribly ashamed on the one hand, because a grave mortal sin, but on the other hand she comforted herself with the thought of keeping him away from Lila. In truth, she watched him greedily and eagerly got into her horniness when he squirted inside her or pulled out his cock to finish masturbating. He does this often and it especially aroused her, and when he dozed off, she masturbated secretly.

Her fear that Lila might become pregnant grew more and more, so that she seduced Aldo at every opportunity that presented itself. Again and again, she pulled him away from Lila and teased him until he was buck stiff and he was fucking her. Soon she felt that she had best take him from the front and clamp his ass cheeks tightly with her heels, then he couldn't get out of her and lay on top of Lila. Energetically she held him with one hand away from her thick belly away, but at the same time secretly groped for her clit to arouse herself. While he fucked doggedly, she gave herself a tiny little orgasm, so inconspicuously that Aldo could not even notice it. Soon she was able to make this tiny little secret orgasm just long enough to feel his throbbing. Then she cheered him on with her heels like a horse and triumphantly thrust her abdomen at him, making him squirt in the middle of her orgasm. But this trick too did not last long.

She carefully hid her own lust from him, because she was terribly ashamed of this shameful sin and because masturbating was really a mortal sin. Her despair and contrite remorse were as genuine as her prayers of repentance, so she did everything to keep her sinful contradictions secret from him. Nevertheless, Aldo surprised her once. She was masturbating as usual with her eyes closed, pumping her thumb violently in her vagina, and was already completely out of it. She was terribly frightened when he entered her in the middle of her climax. Sobered and full of contempt, she eyed the old man who was struggling inside her, panting and gasping. No, she didn't help him this time and just scowled at him as he had to use his hand to arouse himself before he entered her again before squirting. She was very angry with him for his mugging, but secretly also because he got to squirt so easily with Lila and not with her. It was also the only time she felt disgusted when he poured himself inside her; disgust gripped her when she imagined his semen squirting into her pregnant belly.

She didn't want to let him feel the contempt, but Anna immediately noticed that Uncle Aldo began to refuse in his turn and withheld the squirting, secretly making love to Lila again. He became more and more cavalier, fucking her only briefly and listlessly, without squirting. She should do it herself, he growled gruffly and Anna Maria ducked under this unfair blow. Then he rolled around and mounted Lila despite Anna's powerless defense to fuck the defenseless beauty. Anna felt as if he had just warmed up to her, only to explode in Lila's vagina shortly after. After that he fucked only Lila at all and completely ignored Anna Maria, who watched them silently and excited herself with her fingers. Now she didn't care if he turned around while fucking and watched her masturbate, the secret wasn't a secret anymore. Anna Maria became angry and jealous, cursing the old man's newly awakened vitality and carefully cleaning Lila's vagina; she cursed his crazy horniness that had no regard for war, struggle for survival, or taboos.

One morning Lila got up earlier than everyone else, tidied up the kitchen and living room, and announced that she was now over her illness. She could remember almost nothing that had happened in the last few weeks, not even how she had gotten under the shell. Anna Maria had told her nothing, but Lila seemed to dimly remember what Aldo had done to her during those weeks. Her sudden and complete recovery seemed miraculous to Anna Maria; gratefully she prayed that evening, thanking God for Lila's salvation.

Lila now became the sustaining force, made the wine bottles disappear again unnoticed, and in a long, serious conversation brought Uncle Aldo halfway back to his senses — Anna knew only that Aldo was drank very little and became much calmer. Nevertheless, Anna was startled when Lila continued to let Uncle Aldo have his way whenever the oats stung him and he lay with the two young women. Lila brushed aside her protests, since, after all, in their dark time anyway, and said that whether it was him or someone else, it didn't matter to her anyway, she wasn't going to have any children anyway, and immediately slapped her hand over her mouth because she had betrayed a secret. Anna tortured herself anyway, still agonized over this mortal sin, for which she blamed herself, and at first remained frozen in a pillar of salt when the two next to her fucked shameless and completely uninhibited.

Once Lila didn't feel like it, she brought wine instead and involved them in the game. Anna Maria had drunk too much with the two, which her weakened Body immediately converted into heavy drunkenness. In the intoxication she lost all inhibitions as Lila stroked her until her last bigoted scruples faded and she writhed with lust and horniness. Soon she couldn't help but spread her thighs wide and horny from her round towering belly and willingly open herself to Lila's hand. Lila was quite drunk and masturbated her very unfocused, while Anna Maria was almost torn by shame and lust, horniness and mortal sin. Aldo gawked with bulging eyes at the lesbian lovemaking of the two girls, between his thighs greedily stirred his erection. Anna screamed with horniness that he should finally fuck her! The stinking drunk Lila helped him to climb between Anna's thighs and directed his cock, giggling, but she must have done it too well, because he squirted almost immediately, barely having thrust a few times. Lila grinned mockingly and pulled his cock out, slowly rubbing it further and letting the last drops swell on Anna's belly until he let himself fall to the side, panting. Anna thought she was choking on her horniness, and so she would never climax! The two gawked and grinned as she — half out of her mind — drove her thumb wildly into her vagina and fucked herself unrestrained and furiously until the orgasm finally released her rolling up from deep below. Afterwards Anna Maria cried bitterly and was so ashamed, that she wanted never let it get that far again. But she did.

Anna's belly was getting thicker and her compulsion to masturbate had abruptly subsided. She watched the two apathetically, without feeling the compulsive horniness. Nothing stirred in her anymore when Aldo touched her beautiful, thick belly or her labia to get erect before he fucked Lila. Anna Maria didn't feel anything anymore when Lila, who sometimes didn't feel like fucking, used her to get the old man horny. She felt nothing at all when Lila first caressed her provocatively and hornily before she Aldo masturbated with her hand.

Uncle Aldo calmed down again after a while, because he had an acute problem, and that was apparently that after Riccardo's death he was the only Rizzi still alive, and after him the family would die out — about his youngest brother Rodolfo he never thought about because they had quarreled and separated forever. Crazy or not, Lila did not have to think long: Anna Maria's child would have to become a real, recognized Rizzi!

In the weeks that now followed, she and Uncle Aldo spent every minute trying to prove Riccardo's marriage to Anna Maria. Anna Maria, who was struggling already enough with the complaints of her last pregnancy weeks on the neck didn't want to hear about it at first, didn't want to devalue all the beauty she felt for Riccardo and his unborn child. But she was no match for Lila's powers of persuasion, especially since the clever sister‐in‐law found a priest who was willing to perform the wedding ceremony in this case, even after the fact — according to him, completely in the spirit of the Mother Church, although everyone doubted that except him.

Anna Maria gave birth to Pico in the most intense pain, screamed half the night and gave birth to the little unlucky worm in the early morning. Exhausted and deathly tired, she looked at little Riccardo Rizzi only once, then her strength failed and she fell into a death‐like sleep.

But it was months before Uncle Aldo and Lila had all the papers (and perjuries) together and the — perhaps even real — priest performed the strange wedding ceremony in the absence of the groom. Although this was not at all intended, years later Anna Maria Rizzi received an Italian widow's pension after her deceased husband, the Canoniere Riccardo Rizzi from the village of Parma in Monfalcone near Trieste.

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