Sharing Shelby

by Pepper North

  “Little girl, relax your bottom,” he commanded. He waited as she struggled to ease her clenched anus. When she softened slightly, he pressed his penis inside. As her back arched at his invasion, he pressed slowly and steadily inside as he whispered in her ear his appreciation of her tight passage gripping his body like a glove. Beau watched Jeremy’s hands between her legs seeking her sensitive areas and stroking them to raise her arousal.

  When Beau was fully inside, Jeremy fit his penis to the entrance of Shelby’s vagina. Feeling her body tighten, he waited, brushing her damp hair back from her pretty face. “Relax, Little girl. There’s no hurry. We’ll all be together when you’re ready.” Her blue eyes met his before turning back to look at Beau as well. Each man felt her body soften against theirs. Jeremy began slowly pressing inside as Beau held himself still, enjoying the tight clasp of her body around his fully implanted penis.

  “Aaaahhhhh!” Shelby cried out as Jeremy slid the last inch of his thick penis into her. A feeling of being totally controlled surged across Shelby as both men held themselves still inside her body. Shelby’s anticipation grew as her body tingled from their positions pressing and increasing her arousal. They weren’t moving. Finally, she begged, “Move, please. Daddies, please, I need you.”

  As if they had done this before, her Daddies began to stroke in and out of her body. Beau coordinated his withdrawal with Jeremy’s thrust inside. Their hands roamed over Shelby’s body, pinching a nipple here while the other rolled her clitoris in his fingers. Shelby lost track of whose hands were touching her. She closed her eyes and screamed as her body orgasmed so strongly her spasms triggered Jeremy and Beau’s orgasms. Their arms wrapped around each other as they tried to survive the waves of pleasure that coursed through their bodies. Eventually, the men withdrew from her body to rest. Shelby slept draped over Beau’s shoulder and chest with Jeremy tucked around the curve of her body with his hand resting possessively on her tummy.

  The Little girl did not wake as the men took turns comforting the small puppy throughout the night and taking it outside to potty. Each time they handled Mr. BJs, they became more attached to the cute mass of floppy ears and big paws.

  Chapter 29

  “Can’t we change the dog’s name?” asked Beau for the tenth time that day. “I feel very silly calling ‘BJ, come here BJ.’”

  Jeremy snickered at his annoyance. The two men stood in the hall with the puppy watching the nursery room door. Their Little girl was inside getting ready for the celebration of their first month in their home. She had informed them that they were taking her out for a big girl dinner at a fancy restaurant and that they were to wear suits and ties. She shared with them that she planned to have wine. Jeremy and Beau had exchanged a look of concern at that statement. Tonight, standing in the hallway, they still weren’t prepared for their Little girl to be so grown up.

  “MR. BJs is his name. It’s very special,” the sweet voice drifted out to them from the nursery. “He’s ours. B is for Beau. J is for Jeremy, and S is for Shelby,” she announced.

  “But, Shelby, Mr. BJs is a girl. I don’t think you realize BJ is an abbreviation for…” Jeremy stopped talking as the door opened and their sweet Little girl stood framed in the doorway. His eyes drifted over the pale pink lip gloss to the enchanting blue dress that had hung in her closet since the day they’d met. He watched her twirl around to show off her beautiful dress. Both men smiled at the glimpse of her pink diaper under her dress as she turned.

  Jeremy stepped forward to pull her into his arms. “You are captivating, Little girl,” he whispered in her ear before stepping back for Beau to take his place.

  “You had us worried, Little girl,” Beau said as he stepped forward to wrap his arms around her.

  Giggling, Shelby hugged him before stepping back to link her arm with his and Jeremy’s. “I know. You should have seen your faces when I told you I was going to drink wine.” She tugged them to the door as she added, “Mr. BJs’ name stays. I like it, and you both love me. Mr. BJs fits our family perfectly, right?” she asked, looking back and forth between the two men.

  Both men laughed at her logic and agreed. They did love their Little girl.

  Chapter 30

  THE END

  Chapter 31

  End of book stuff

  Chapter 32

  Excerpt from Charlotte: Dr. Richards’ Littles 7

  Her high-heeled shoes were beginning to wear blisters on her toes when Charlotte arrived at the keypad guarding the gate. She could see many cars in the parking lot. She was reassured that this looked like a prosperous business. Maybe there would be some possibility that her skills as a designer could be used.

  Charlotte rifled through her portfolio searching for the slip of paper where she had jotted down the code. “Oh, no!” Charlotte began to panic when she still couldn’t find it among the pages stored carefully in her portfolio. She remembered that it started with a 4, 5, 0, and one more number. She started trying different numbers without success.

  “Ahem,” said a stern voice behind her. “Do you need some help, miss?”

  Charlotte whirled around and teetered off her spike heels. “Snap.” Her right shoe heel broke under the stress. She raised her head to look at the man who had startled her. She took an involuntary step backward and almost fell when she stepped on the broken shoe. This man was huge. He loomed in front of her, but she hadn’t even heard him approach.

  Benton moved quickly to wrap an arm around the tiny girl’s waist to prevent her imminent tumble to the concrete. “There is nothing to this child,” he thought as he steadied her on her feet. He stepped back when she seemed to have regained her balance and studied her from head to toe, taking in the carefully pressed navy suit which had seen much better days. If he wasn’t mistaken, he would guess it had recently hung on the racks of the local second-hand shop. She’d tried to spruce it up with a bright scarf and bright lipstick, but she still looked very young and very alone. Benton prided himself on his business skills and his ability to focus on the bottom line without compassion, but there was something about this waif that made him want to help her.

  “I’m so sorry, sir. I have an appointment for an interview at one. I was given the code, but it’s become lost in my portfolio. Do you work here? Could you let me in or call the store manager to let him know I’m here?” Charlotte asked, blushing as she looked up to make eye contact with the huge mountain of a man. She had already lost the code, and now her shoe was broken. She wasn’t making a very good first impression. She would leave and try elsewhere, but she needed this job. Badly.

  Benton held out his hand and introduced himself, “You must be Charlotte Sanders. I’m Benton Gordon. This is my store. I hope I have the code to get in.” His brown eyes twinkled in merriment.

  “Yes,” Charlotte answered simply and then blushed again when she realized it sounded like she was commenting on whether he should have the code to his own store. “I mean, yes, I’m Charlotte Sanders. It’s very nice to meet you, Mr. Gordon.” Charlotte stepped forward to shake hands but forgot the broken heel, and the kind man caught her for the second time. “Sorry!” she mumbled in embarrassment. “They just don’t make shoes like they used to.” She really didn’t want him to know that her shoes were second or third hand from the thrift store’s discard pile. She’d colored them in with a blue marker, and they looked pretty good. They just were too worn out.

  “Let’s get you inside, and you can take a seat in my office, Charlotte. I have been looking forward to meeting you.” Benton pressed in his personal code and took Charlotte’s elbow to guide her inside and help her hobble on the broken heel. Once inside off the hot concrete, Benton commented wryly, “You are going to sprain your ankle walking on that broken shoe. Would you like to take your shoes off?”

  When Charlotte shook her head no in panic, he knew she was concerned by the unprofessional look of not wearing shoes. He picked her up before she could react and walked briskly into his office, setting
her in one of the plush chairs facing his desk.

  Waving off her protests, Benton simply said, “You are as light as a feather, Charlotte. I didn’t want you to hurt yourself. Who knows, maybe you would have sued me?” Benton watched her face immediately crumple, and she began to sob.

  How did he know? Charlotte was so overwrought. Obviously, her former manager had spread his inaccurate story, blaming her for the lawsuit even to this remote store.

  Chapter 33

  Excerpt from Tony: Dr. Richards’ Littles 10

  The sound of a loud motorcycle engine interrupted the music playing in the car repair bay of the service station. The owner, Rob Harris, straightened up from his position under the hood of the sports car he was working on to turn and watch as an old-school chopper pulled in to park at the entrance to the shop. He grabbed an almost clean rag from his back pocket and started walking to the front of the shop as the motorcyclist pulled off his gloves and helmet before swinging his leg over with the grace of a seasoned rider. He ran a hand through his thick black hair and looked up as Rob walked out to greet him.

  “Afternoon. Is there something I can do for you?” Rob said as he cleaned his hand on the rag.

  “Good afternoon, I’m Tony Perez. I came to apply for the job listed in your window,” Tony said in his deep gravelly voice. He was tan and slim but very physically fit. As he looked Rob in the eyes, Rob got his first glimpse at his unusual ice-blue eyes.

  “Do you have any experience?” Rob asked, looking curiously at the young man.

  “I just got my auto and motorcycle repair certification from the local junior college. I built my own bike from parts I scavenged from the junkyard in my hometown. I’ve done a fair amount of work on cars, but I’ll admit that I have more experience with motorcycle repair. I’m a fast learner and a hard worker, sir, I promise. You won’t be sorry you’ve hired me,” Tony spoke quickly with a devastating white smile.

  “You’re not from around here, are you, Tony?” Rob asked, looking past him to his motorcycle with the attached sleeping bag and duffle.

  “No, sir. I came here to go to school. I grew up in Lincoln in the next state over,” Tony admitted, then his smile faded. “I’ll be honest with you, sir. I left town because the local sheriff was trying to put me away for dating one of his children. He didn’t care for me much. It was better for me to move on,” Tony said simply.

  “Oh, he didn’t like you dating his daughter, huh?” Rob said with a chuckle.

  “No, sir... his son.” Tony watched him carefully to see if his sexual preference would keep him from getting this job.

  Rob looked at him carefully. “I see. I’m Rob Harris, the owner of this service station. Bring your fancy certificates with you and come back to the office. I’ll buy you a soda, and we’ll talk. You may decide my shop isn’t what you’re looking for, but I need a break anyway and could really use some help.” Rob watched as Tony’s generous lips spread into a big grin.

  Wow, this young man is stunning, Rob thought to himself. He was going to have to be careful to keep his distance. Tony had to be ten years younger than he was. Rob couldn’t keep his eyes from following Tony’s walk back to his motorcycle, and he tried not to groan as he leaned over to open his duffle to pull out the certificate. Lord, have mercy, Rob kept the conversation going in his brain. That young man had a bottom he’d see in his dreams for a while.

  Afterword

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  For your reading enjoyment, my other age-play stories are:

  Dr. Richards’ Littles

  A beloved age play series that features Littles who find their forever Daddies and Mommies. Dr. Richards guides and supports their efforts to keep their Littles happy and healthy.

  Zoey: Dr. Richards’ Littles 1

  Amy: Dr. Richards’ Littles 2

  Carrie: Dr. Richards’ Littles 3

  Jake: Dr. Richards’ Littles 4

  Angelina: Dr. Richards’ Littles 5

  Brad: Dr. Richards’ Littles 6

  The Digestive Health Center: Susan’s Story

  Charlotte: Dr. Richards’ Littles 7

  Sofia and Isabella: Dr. Richards’ Littles 8

  Cecily: Dr. Richards’ Littles 9

  Tony: Dr. Richards’ Littles 10

  Abigail: Dr. Richards’ Littles 11

  Madi: Dr. Richards’ Littles 12

  Penelope: Dr. Richards’ Littles 13

  Christmas with the Littles & Wendy: Dr. Richards’ Littles 14

  Olivia: Dr. Richards’ Littles 15

  Matty & Emma: Dr. Richards’ Littles 16

  Fiona: Dr. Richards’ Littles 17

  Oliver: Dr. Richards’ Littles 18

  Luna: Dr. Richards’ Littles 19

  Lydia & Neil: Dr. Richards’ Littles 20

  A Little Vacation South of the Border

  Roxy: Dr. Richards’ Littles 21

  Dr. Richards’ Littles: First Anniversary Collection

  Jillian: Dr. Richards’ Littles 22

  Hunter: Dr. Richards’ Littles 23

  Dr. Richards’ Littles: MM Collection

  Grace: Dr. Richards’ Littles 24

  Tales from Zoey’s Corner - ABC

  Steven: Dr. Richards’ Littles 25

  SANCTUM

  Pepper North introduces you to an age play community that is isolated from the surrounding world. Here Littles can be Little, and Daddies can care for their Littles and keep them protected from the outside world.

  Sharing Shelby: A SANCTUM Novel

  Looking After Lindy: A SANCTUM Novel

  The Keepers

  This series from Pepper North is a twist on contemporary age play romances. Here are the stories of humans cared for by specially selected Keepers of an alien race. These are science fiction novels that age play readers will love!

  The Keepers: Payi

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  The Magic of Twelve

  The Magic of Twelve features the stories of twelve women transported on their 22nd birthday to a new life as the droblin (cherished Little one) of a Sorcerer of Bairn. These magic wielders have waited a long time to take complete care of their droblin’s needs. They will protect their precious one to their last drop of magic from a growing menace. Each novel is a complete story.

  The Magic of Twelve: Violet

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  The Magic of Twelve: Sienna

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  Excerpt from Charlotte: Dr. Richards’ Littles 7

  Her high heeled shoes were beginning to wear blisters on her toes when Charlotte arrived at the keypad guarding the gate. She could see many cars in the parking lot. She was reassured that this looked like a prosperous business. Maybe there would be some possibility that her skills as a designer could be used. Charlotte rifled through her portfolio searching for the slip of paper where she had jotted down the code. “Oh, no!” Charlotte began to panic when she still couldn’t find it among the pages stored carefully in her portfolio. She remembered that it started with a 4, 5, 0, and one more number. She started trying different numbers without success.

  “Ahem,” said a stern voice behind her. “Do you need some help, miss?”


  Charlotte whirled around and teetered off her spike heels. “Snap.” Her right shoe heel broke under the stress. She raised her head to look at the man that had startled her. She took an involuntary step backward and almost fell when she stepped on the broken shoe. This man was huge. He loomed in front of her. She hadn’t even heard him approach.

  Benton moved quickly to wrap an arm around the tiny girl’s waist to prevent her imminent tumble to the concrete. “There is nothing to this child,” he thought as he steadied her on her feet. He stepped back when she seemed to have regained her balance and studied her from head to toe taking in the carefully pressed navy suit which had seen much better days. If he wasn’t mistaken, he would guess that it had recently hung on the racks of the local second-hand shop. She’d tried to spruce it up with a bright scarf and bright lipstick. But she still looked very young and very alone. Benton prided himself on his business skills and his ability to focus on the bottom line without compassion, but there was something about this waif that made him want to help her.

  “I’m so sorry, sir. I have an appointment for an interview at one. I was given the code, but it’s become lost in my portfolio. Do you work here? Could you let me in or call the store manager to let him know I’m here?” Charlotte asked blushing as she looked up to make eye contact with the huge mountain of a man. She had already lost the code, and now her shoe was broken. She wasn’t making a very good first impression. She would leave and try elsewhere, but she needed this job. Badly.