by Becca Little
I quivered a little and then my legs slumped as I orgasmed faster than normal, even with my own stimulation. I could feel my juices moving down his finger as he continued to stimulate. The area got extremely sensitive and I tried to pull myself free, but he wouldn’t let me go. He held me right there and kept right on licking and stroking me until I felt another one building up inside me again. I fought against it, not wanting to send my body into another wave of turmoil, but he had me in a position I could not resist. I finally relented and my body quivered again. My muscles tightened from head to toe and then released another one against his meaty finger and hungry tongue. I heard him slightly laugh as my exhausted body slumped down against his finger. He moved his finger in and out slower, pressing my hymen a little more each time he did. I held the table for balance and he brought his fingers to mine, pushing them from their grip.
“Now your pussy is mine.” He said in a growl.
“It is.” I was already lost in ecstasy, and I knew it was going to be the best moment of my life.
He started kissing me again. His tongue went deep into my mouth, without a care in the world that it was just previously on his cock. The idea of a man who wanted me that bad made me tingle again. He pushed me back onto the table and pulled me towards him until the opening of my pussy was against the edge of his cock. I leaned again him and moaned hungry to have it inside me. He pressed it against my opening and started to stretch out my pussy as it went in. His finger had done nothing to prepare me for the massive cock that was going to take my virginity. He got the head in as he continued kiss me. His lips drifted from my mouth down to my neck and both hands gripped my breasts. He pushed another inch into me and I fell back, resting on my hands, almost on my elbows as he nearly crippled me with his incredible girth. My hymen was shattered as he continued to force his way inside.
“Your innocence belongs to me.” His cock throbbed.
“Yes…” I nodded in agreement.
The rest of it went in slowly and I moaned through the pain. He held me close as he pushed the final bit of his length in hard. I felt my entire pussy filled and although it hurt, my body quickly adjusted. When he started to pull his cock against the tightness, I felt him stimulating my g-spot and making me even wetter. The head of his cock was so massive that it easily pressed against that very same spot as he slid in and out slowly. I was completely lost in the pleasure as he began to pick up the pace and penetrated me deeper with each thrust. Just like when he was in my throat, I could feel the head swell as he moaned each time his cock was buried all the way to his balls. He placed both hands around my back and locked his fingers together as he started to slam into me with a new intensity.
My muscles were tired and weak from back to back orgasms, but he controlled my body with his powerful muscles. He pushed in and out, faster and faster, until it was so intense the heavy mahogany table was shaking from his passion. I brought my hands up behind his neck and held on, allowing him to completely support and control the motion with his thrusts. He developed a rhythm where each thrust hit my g-spot and caused me to moan, and each time his cock went deep inside me, he had a gasp and a moan of his own. His desire became fast and furious as he slid in and out of my tight pussy. I was quivering and shaking from each intense thrust, especially when he held me still and slammed me four or five times head to hilt before started to slowly fuck me again.
“You’ll never belong to another man.” He said firmly as the motions continued.
“Never…” I replied.
I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer, even with the orgasms I already experienced, but he showed no sign of slowing down. I closed my eyes and his lips found mine. He pushed me back onto the table and then he was climbing on. He positioned himself horizontally to me, bring his knees behind my ass. His cock could pound and slam into me even harder from that position and I didn’t even think that was possible. It was difficult to tell if it was the table or my heart which was pounding harder as he picked up the pace. His breathing became heavy and hot against my neck. I could even see his face turning a light shade of red as he kept his pace. My pussy had never been treated like that. I could never pull off more than two orgasms when I touched myself. I couldn’t believe he had so much sexual stamina, but I wasn’t sure I could ever go back to being satisfied with just one orgasm after being with him.
There was a fire in him like nothing I had ever tasted before. His appetite for my pussy was insatiable and I felt my body tightening again, clenching against his hard cock as it slid in and out. I dug my fingers into the back of his neck and another orgasm rolled out of me. It felt like it started at the edge of his cock, right where it was hitting each time he thrust, and then rolled down the walls of my vagina, finally flooding me with emotions and pleasure as I let go of it. He didn’t even slow down. My clenched pussy around his cock didn’t do anything to distract him from his hungry thrusts. He kissed my mouth again, drifting down to my neck and I kissed his as passionately as I could. My eyes were heavy, and my body was weak. I was there to be fucked by him until he was done with me—my body was spent.
“I can’t take anymore… Please cum inside me.” I begged.
“I’ll cum inside you when I’m ready to cum inside you.” He said with a growl
After five more minutes of intense fucking, I found out that my body wasn’t quite done with that massive cock yet. I sank my fingers into my own hair and pulled, nearly ripping it out as my body prepared to cum again. I felt his breathing getting heavier and I realized he was on the edge as well. I leaned in and kissed his ear, teasing it with his tongue. He thrust his cock deeper and deeper, to the point I thought his balls were going in as well. When his cock started pulsing and throbbing, it swelled even larger. My pussy tightened on him again and the combination sent both of use into a simultaneous orgasm. I felt like I was getting flooded by his cum as streams of it shot into my like knotted rope. I had never felt the warmth of a man before, but it felt like a volcanic eruption inside of me. I let out a scream of pleasure as he emptied his load. I had no idea I could even make such a sound.
“That was exactly what I needed.” I let my head fall against his shoulder.
The intensity of the moment began to wear off for both of us. He pulled his cock from my throbbing, tender pussy and lay down beside me. He took me in his arms and held me close to his chest and I felt like I was in a safe cocoon. He seemed to have no interest in moving, and I certainly didn’t want to be anywhere else. As my back started to reject the wood, I began to wish we would have picked a softer spot. I would no doubt pay for the episode on the solid surface in the morning. Even with the slight spasm of my muscles, I was so tired I didn’t want to move. He pulled me as close as he could and started to stroke my hair. It felt like every follicle was alive and breathing, living alone in a tiny universe his finger was caressing. I sighed and moaned, snuggling close as the afterglow engulfed me.
I must have drifted off to sleep because when I finally woke again, I found myself in his strong arms. He had lifted me up and was carrying me through the house. I wrapped my hands around his neck as he took me to his bedroom and placed me gently on the bed. I became aware of his throbbing cock rising to attention again, but I didn’t think there was any way I could handle anymore. He brought it to my lips and they indistinctly opened. He slid it slowly and gently into my mouth and I moaned with a new pleasure. My body was weak and tired, but I could let him use my mouth. He deserved that much after the multiple trips to paradise he sent me to during our earlier session. I found myself getting warm and turned on from the feeling of his cock in my mouth again and my fingers drifted down to my pussy, which was already getting wet again.
“I’m not finished with you, yet.” His cock throbbed against my tongue.
His cock got faster and faster in my mouth while I rubbed and dug into my pussy. After a few moments, he crawled on top of me and positioned his cock in my mouth while his lips drifted down to my pussy. I fully expected to en
d up with his cock going down into my throat over and over while I just took it, but his tongue went after my pussy with a fury only rivaled by his earlier attempt. He lifted and dropped his cock in my mouth, but my pussy started getting more licks than his cock was getting driven into my throat and I realized he was even more amazing than I realized.
His furious licking turned to soft kisses and a light caress with his fingers as he stimulated me and made my pussy swell with a new want. His cock slowly and methodically went into my throat and I was enjoying it almost as much as his touch on my pussy. I felt myself getting wet and aroused beyond belief. My stomach started to tingle, sending sensations straight into my hard clitoris. I pressed my legs further apart, taking his tongue and his kiss. His let his tongue drift and slide down the labia and then buried it into my pussy. He pulled my legs back so that he could have better access to me and I sighed with anticipation of what I knew was going to be amazing. The smooth skin tingled, and even the waxed hair follicles seemed to stand on end.
For some reason, he teased me everywhere but my clitoris, kissing and touching my sensitive areas with his wet tongue. He took the edges of my labia into his mouth and chewed on them a little, letting them slide out as he sucked and pushed his cock into my mouth again. My clitoris was practically shoved out through the protective layer, but he ignored it and focused on the rest of the area. If I could have said anything, I would have begged him to touch it, but all I could do was hum and moan with anticipation as his cock kept pushing in and out of my mouth. I pushed my hips up against him, but he held me in position with a tight grip on my ass. He licked and kissed me exactly where he wanted to and nowhere else. I was a slave to his teasing tongue, and all I could do was hope he would find the spot I needed it most.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, his cock picked up the momentum in my mouth and his tongue circled my clitoris. I nearly lost it from one solitary lick. I gripped his ass with my own nails to show him how much I enjoyed it. That seemed to get him more excited and his cock swelled even more in my throat. He dipped his tongue into my cunt and up to my clitoris, sucking and licking the sensitive area—my pleasure was sending me down the path I had visited so many times that night, and I knew I was about to have another orgasm. My body, which I thought was exhausted, had one more trick, and it seemed that his did as well. I felt him getting harder and his cock went in faster and faster while I moaned and sucked.
Before I knew it, my body was enthralled in his embrace. He licked up and down, flicking the edge of my sensitive clitoris with his tongue. I held on tight and then I felt my body releasing another orgasm. That seemed to drive him over the edge as well. His cock picked up the pace, no longer caring if I breathed or got a chance to relax before the next thrust was in my throat. A few seconds after I felt myself go weak, he started grinding his hips around in a circle, and then I felt hot cum shooting into my throat. I swallowed, faster and harder than I had ever swallowed before. Every drop shot straight into my throat and slid down my esophagus. When he was done, he pulled his cock free and turned around. He pushed the sheet back and slid underneath it, drawing me closer to him.
“That was incredible…” I said with a huge sigh.
“It was just the beginning, but you’re going to do something else for me.” He said as he held me tight.
“I am?” I wasn’t sure I had anything left in my body.
“Yes…” He pulled himself from bed after snuggling with me for about twenty minutes.
I lay there with only my lower torso under the sheet. After a few minutes, he returned with a diaper. My eyes filled with confusion, but I didn’t say anything as he slipped it underneath my waist and positioned it on me. Once it was completely on, he slid into bed and pulled me close once more. I was ready to sleep, but it felt strange on me. I finally rolled over and looked into his eyes. They must have been filled with the questions I was afraid to say because he simply put his finger on my lips and kissed me. I sank into his kiss and no longer cared what I was wearing. I just wanted to be in his arms. We made out for about fifteen more minutes before he finally pulled away and stared my eyes. He gave me a smile and patted my diaper.
“I told you I am a peculiar man. You are mine and I will always take care of you, but I will not hesitate to punish you if you deserve it. If you want to remain here with me, you must accept every part of me, and that includes a life filled with punishment, diapers and enemas.” He squeezed my ass through the diaper. “Can you handle that?”
“I’ll do anything for you…” I nodded. I meant it. I wanted to be his in every way
Epilogue — Abby
Several years later, I walked across the stage to accept my diploma. I was a graduate and I had earned top honors for my graduating class. I knew none of that would have been possible without the guidance of Mr. Addison. While the other students were walking into their future with bright ideas for employment, I already had my eyes on law school. I walked down the stage to find Mr. Addison, Ms. Hattie and my family waiting on me.
“You’ve done so well with her, Mr. Addison.” My mother beamed with pride.
“I never thought it was possible. My little sister actually graduated.” My brother shook his head in admiration.
“You’ll probably be making more than both of us put together once you finish law school.” My sister nudged my brother. “Talk about a late bloomer.”
“She’s done all of the work.” Mr. Addison replied. “Ms. Hattie helped, of course.”
“I did what was necessary.” Ms. Hattie nodded her head. “She made a lot of good choices that got her to this point.”
I felt like my mother knew something was brewing between Mr. Addison and I after the graduation dinner, but she didn’t say anything. That changed a few weeks later when Mr. Addison presented me with an engagement ring and said I could start calling him James when we were out in public. My mother took the news cautiously, but she was happy I had found someone she trusted to spend my life with. My brother and sister had no objections, although they expressed concerns with the age difference. Once I assured them it wasn’t a concern for me, they hugged me and told me they were happy for me.
***
“So, I’m going to set up a band in the back yard.” I said as I flipped through magazines. “And probably have an orchestra to play me down the aisle.”
“You’re turning into quite a demanding bride.” His hand moved across mine.
“You know you like it.” I smiled as he lifted my hand and kissed it.
“What I’d like more…” He reached over and took one of my pigtails in his hand. “Is for you to do something with those lips that doesn’t involve yelling at vendors who aren’t giving you what you want.”
I lived my life as his Little Abby every day when I wasn’t slaving away in the classroom or working late nights to get ready to pass the bar exam. We kept that part of our lives a closely guarded secret. I found that as his Abigail, I was quite sassy and bold, which meant he had to turn me into his Little Abby so I could get my bottom blistered for my mistakes. There was something about being across his knee that always set me straight. If was particularly naughty and ended up in the special room he had upstairs, I paid dearly for my transgressions, but I always took my punishment willingly, knowing it was well deserved.
I learned the appreciate the fact he loved me enough to set me right when I wasn’t behaving the way he wanted me to act. There were no fights or hard feelings. He got his way, or he bared my bottom and showed me why I was wrong. If that wasn’t enough, he used a variety of enemas to drive his point home. Sometimes they were soapy, sometimes they were warm, and sometimes they were ice cold! I hated those the most, because they left me freezing and in need of his warm embrace.
***
“Today you become my wife.” His vows echoed across the stage.
We both said the fateful words, confirming our marriage and he kissed me like I had never been kissed before. The crowd cheered as I tried to reg
ain my composure. I walked down the aisle with him and after the reception dinner, we were off on our honeymoon. It was shorter than I would have liked, because I was still preparing for the bar exam.
When I finally passed, the name on the building still said Addison, but it no longer stood for just James Addison—it stood for James & Abbigail Addison. Even with the wedding band on my finger, and a life of ease ahead of me, I never stopped being his Little Abby. When the stresses of normal life, or a tough case engulfed my thoughts, he was always there to show me the right way to handle it. I found myself in the role of his Little Girl, his wife, and his partner. It wasn’t the life I thought I would have, but when we opened our office in Chicago and I felt the wind on my face again, I knew I was exactly where I wanted to be.
The End
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Little Jillian & The Convict
The television played the same old news story I had been hearing since I got into work that morning. John Wayne Williams had escaped from prison. I had no idea why they kept running the story so much, but all I could see was the muted version of the news from my desk. There was too much work to do and not enough hours in the day. My life as a secretary was supposed to be about fixing coffee and typing letters, but my boss wanted a whole lot more. He wanted graphs, spreadsheets, and multiple reports before lunch, and then he wanted me to run those reports again and provide a summary for the week before we left for the day. The money wasn’t even that good, but at least I was fortunate enough to live in a house I inherited and my clunker was still going. I focused on the task at hand, but I kept finding myself peeking at the news story. I wished I could at least hear it one time, but I didn’t have time to even take a bathroom break, much less crowd around the break room television like all of the other people in my office. I let out a sigh and continued typing numbers into the spreadsheet.
