by River Belle
I was thirsty after my trip, and the feeling of this warm, sweet liquid running down the back of my throat was so wonderful that it sent yet more tears running down my cheeks.
I drank and I drank, making funny little snorting noises as I did, and all the while, Mama was stroking my hair, whispering gently to me how much she loved me, pulling her naked body close to mine, stroking down my spine, holding my ass, touching me between my thighs.
I felt so warm, so full of love, that after a while, as my belly filled up with milk, I became very sleepy indeed, and, eventually, I began to fall asleep. The last thing I remember before sleeping was the feeling of Mommy’s mouth giving my pussy a little goodnight kiss, and then the covers being pulled over me, soft and luxurious, and then I nodded off.
Chapter 33
When I woke, I was amazed to find I wasn’t in Mommy’s bed any more. I could see bars in front of me.
I’ve been tricked! I panicked. I’m in prison!
I grabbed the wooden bars beside me, looking out onto the room, at the pile of fluffy rabbits and bears in the corner, and realized that of course I hadn’t been imprisoned - I was in my nursery!
There was no light coming through my curtains, which meant it was the middle of the night, and I was safe. I wriggled back under my covers, realizing when I moved that I wasn’t naked. There was something wrapped around my waist. Something soft, tickling my pussy.
A baby’s diaper!
Mama must have wrapped me up in a diaper when I fell asleep!
I wriggled my ass against the mattress, making the soft fabric tickle my pussy some more, noticing the wetness escape between my pussy lips when I did it, as I became excited. I tried to put my fingers into my diaper but it was done up so tight I could reach. I was desperate to play with myself, so I grabbed my teddy-bear and rubbed it against my diaper, squeezing it between my legs as hard as I could, feeling the teddy bear’s hard little nose burrowing its way between my legs. I began to gasp with joy, rolling over onto my stomach and pushing the teddy bear between my legs even harder.
My cot began to rock as I moved, the wooden slats gently hitting the wall, making a soft banging noise, then a squeak, like floorboards.
Wait.
That was actually the squeak of floorboards.
I lay still, with the bear still pressed between my legs, and held my breath, my heart leaping in my throat.
‘Hello, baby,’ said a voice in the doorway. ‘Papa's home.’
I heard footsteps walk towards to me, and then felt a large, flat hand, pressing down on my back.
‘What’s baby up to?’ he asked, in a gentle, nurturing voice. His hands trailed down the bare skin of my back, making my hairs stand on end, and then he held onto the teddy-bear between my thighs. He pushed the bear around a little, moving it up and down, side to side between my legs, poking the bear’s nose into me, making me gasp again, then he whisked it away, and put it next to my face.
‘There you go,’ he said gently, stroking my hair.
Then, gently, he took me by the waist, and rolled me onto my back. I could barely see anything in the dark, but, bit by bit, my eyes acclimatized, and I saw the black shape above me begin to develop features.
First I saw a chiselled jaw. Then strong, angular cheekbones. A wide forehead. Dark hair. Stubble.
Oh my goodness! I recognized this man!
My papa was famous!
My papa was the Duke of Ludlow!
It only took a moment to recognise him. My papa was a Duke! I’d seen riding through town before, with his entourage, on the way to parliament, and I’d seen paintings of him in the town hall. Oh, golly! If Papa was a Duke, that meant my new Mama was the Duchess! I had been fed a nice big milky drink straight from the breasts of the Duchess of Ludlow!
It was almost too much to take.
No wonder this couple had asked me to keep their secret! My papa was a celebrity!
‘Hello baby,’ he said, smiling at me. He pushed a gentle finger between my lips, and, remembering Mommy’s nipple in there earlier, I sucked gently on his fingertip. Then he ran his wet finger down my neck, along my clavicle, and onto my little breast. I felt my saliva on my nipple, and he rubbed his wet fingertip over it a few times, to make the nipple nice and hard.
‘What a good girl,’ he said, and I noticed his voice had changed a little now. So gentle, full of awe… excited.
‘Let’s check baby’s diaper,’ he said, trailing his fingers down further, over my soft belly, still a little swollen with milk. He pushed gently over the swelling, and I felt the pressure increasing on my bladder all of a sudden. I gasped but he kept pushing. It felt good, the pressure of his hand on my stomach like that, but it also felt too much for my bladder to bear.
I began to feel the wetness leak out of me.
But still Papa kept pushing.
‘Oh dear,’ he said. ‘Is baby having an accident?’
He pushed a little harder, squeezing every last drop of pee out of me, soaking the diaper between my legs completely.
Then he undid the sticky bits on my diaper, and loosened it. I felt his strong, muscular hands reach inside. ‘Let’s check how wet this is. Oh yes. He said, running his fingers over my soaked pussy. This is very wet. Very wet indeed, baby.’ He turned back to the doorway.
‘Nurse!’ he called.
I heard the creak of a door, then, almost immediately, the maid appeared at the doorway. She was wearing a white satin nightgown, one of the straps falling off her shoulder, revealing a buxom bosom, and pulling tight across her fat stomach.
The maid rushed over, holding a spare diaper and some baby wipes, and bent over my cot. ‘Looks like baby needs changing,’ she cooed, smiling.
Papa stood up, making way for the maid, and, as she began to change my diaper, Papa stood behind her, pulling up her nightgown at the back. Then, he undid his pantaloons, and I heard the maid gasp, then saw a large smile spread across her face.
Soon, I heard the soft, moist slap of flesh, and Papa began to fuck the maid, hard, as she changed me. ‘You dirty old nurse,’ I heard him growl in the maid’s ear, as she bit her lip and moaned.
‘Oh, thank you, sir…’ she moaned. It took her a long time to get the diaper on me, she was so distracted by the big hard fucking that Papa was giving her, but, finally, she finished the job, and then she held on to the bars of the cot while Papa thrust wildly inside her.
Then, suddenly, Papa shouted ‘Now!’ and the maid moved off his cock, out of the way, while Papa held on to his erect penis, guiding it through the bars of the cot, forcing his thick white spunk to shoot all over me. It landed on my stomach in thick white ropes, and then it coated my breasts. There was so much of it! I enjoyed the feeling of Papa's cum, making me feel warm and safe.
I lay back, looking up at the stars painted on my nursery’s ceiling, listening to the sound of my new Papa, panting with pleasure.
‘There is so much that Papa's going to teach you, baby,’ he said, as the maid diligently began wiping Papa’s semen off me with a handkerchief. ‘Tomorrow,’ said Papa, ‘I’m going to teach you how to suck Papa’s nice big cock.’
And, as I felt the maid wiping Papa’s hot juice off my breasts, I smiled, because I knew - I just knew - I was going to like it here.
Chapter 34
The next morning, nice and early, the maid led me sleepily into mama and papa’s bedroom, and instructed me to climb under the covers between them. I clambered over the covers as the maid had told me, and slid underneath the warm covers into the luxurious space between my new parents. I felt my father’s naked skin against me, and was delighted to feel something hard pressing into my thigh. My papa had a nice hard cock, even though he was fast asleep!
When the maid left the room, I considered touching Papa's cock while he slept, desperate to see how smooth and hard it would feel beneath my fingertips, but I didn’t want to be naughty and wake Mama and Papa up in case they were displeased, so I simply lay there like a good girl, enjo
ying the feeling of Papa’s cock pressing into me on one side, and Mama’s nice big milky breasts pushing against me on the other side.
After quarter of an hour or so, Mama began to stir. ‘Good morning, baby,’ she whispered. ‘What a good baby, getting into bed so quietly and not waking us up.’ She smiled at me kindly. ‘Would you like a drink?’
‘Yes please, Mama,’ I said, opening my mouth wide in anticipation, while Mama pulled down the strap of her nightdress and released one large milky breast in front of my face.
‘There you go,’ she cooed, pushing her nipple into me mouth.
She smiled down at me as I drank, a proud parent. I sucked and sucked, my eyes wide and grateful. I couldn’t believe how good the milk tasted, and how beautiful my Mama was, how much attention she was giving to me. She seemed so calm and happy.
She squeezed her breast, so the milk fell onto my tongue even faster, and, as I drank, making little suckling noises, loud swallows and grunts, I felt Papa stir behind me, and felt his strong hands beginning to undo my diaper. Then I felt his firm hands on my buttocks. It was a gentle fondle, a caring fondle, and I loved it. I ground my buttocks against him a little harder, urging him to continue.
The feeling of my Papa’s fingers on my ass, and Mama’s breast-milk on my tongue, made my pussy throb. I felt a trickle between my pussy lips.
Papa completely removed my diaper now, and his fingers travelled down to my pussy.
I sucked up Mama’s milk like a good girl, as my Papa’s fingers began exploring me. Playing with the pink lips of my pussy, stroking the soft, sensitive skin. I felt the cold band of his wedding ring brush my lips occasionally, and shivered with pleasure.
His finger, coated in the slick juices of my pussy, pushed inside me, and I bit down on Mama’s nipple a little too hard for a moment, as the feeling at first surprised me. Mama moaned, as if the feeling of my teeth on her breast had been pleasurable, and she pushed her nipple even further into my mouth. I could not believe how much milk there was inside her, and all for me!
Papa pushed another finger in, and began stroking my insides, in and out, stroking up and down the walls in long, beckoning movements, drawing yet more juice out of me, until it was dripping between my thighs, running down my ass crack.
I moaned with pleasure, and Mama suddenly pulled her nipple out of my mouth, leaving me gasping for more milk. I noticed a little milk dribbling out of the end of her nipple as she pulled away from me. ’It’s time for you to have some special time with Papa,’ she whispered lovingly, caressing my cheek, and then sitting up in bed, watching us with a smile.
Suddenly, Papa - the Duke of Ludlow - growled like a hungry animal and pulled me closer to him. ‘Thank you, Mama,’ he said gratefully, and I felt his erection dig into the small of my back. I could feel how the Duke’s penis was, and ached for him to put it inside me, but I knew I couldn’t ask that of him. My Papa was caring for me. It was my job just to be cared for.
So I lay back and let the waves of pleasure wash over me. I listened to the splash of milk inside me, to the sound of my Papa tugging his cock behind me, and I began to feel overwhelmed with it all. It was the greatest pleasure I had ever experienced.
Papa circled my clit with this fingers, then pushed me onto my back.
‘I want you to suck Papa’s cock like you sucked on Mama’s teat,’ he said, looking down at me, with a stern expression. ‘Suck it nice and hard, as if it were full of milk.’
I nodded, opening my mouth expectantly, as father pulled me further down the bed, and then crawled over me, his enormous meaty rod sticking up hard and straight between his almighty thighs, and then he positioned his cock over my face, and pushed it between my hungry lips. ‘Here, baby,’ he said. ‘Drink up.’
Having only stopped sucking Mama’s breast a few seconds ago, I took Papa’s cock into my mouth in a very similar way, and began sucking at it with exactly the same motion, noticing that a salty, delicious taste fell onto my tongue as I sucked. It wasn’t the same as Mama’s creamy milk, but it was a different taste, also delicious. Papa moaned with pleasure as I sucked him, and when I looked up, I saw Mama out of the corner of my eye, looking at me proudly, massaging her breasts as she watched me and Papa together.
Papa began stroking himself at the same time as I sucked him, and each time he tugged his sock, I feel it grow bigger and bigger inside my mouth. I was worried at point that it would completely block my airway, and I would no longer be able to breathe, but, somehow, I managed to take the entire length of him in my mouth, down the back of my throat, to make Papa proud.
Feeling myself growing increasingly wet, I reached down between my thighs as I sucked on Papa, and I stroked my little wet pussy, sticking my fingers in it as fast as I could, my cheeks reddening with pleasure.
Papa seemed to enjoy seeing me so turned on, and I knew, when I heard him let out a small gasp, that he was about to cum. It was a similar noise to the one he made last night with the maid, before he squirted his yummy hot juices all over me.
He pinned me down quickly, pulling his cock out of me, and aiming it down at my stomach, towards my pussy. I felt his cum squirt all over my precious little sex, coating my pussy lips in his thick, salty semen, and I pushed my fingers even harder into myself, feeling his slick juices entering me via my fingers, filling myself up with his seed.
Panting, the Duke stared at his cock, and at my cum-coated pussy, and then hard into my eyes.
‘Look what Baby made Papa do,’ he said quietly.
I wriggled around, fingering myself and smiling, and Papa grabbed my hand and pulled it away, a stern look on his face. ‘That’ll do for now, baby,’ he said. ‘Mama is going to put another diaper on you, until Papa wants you again. Next time, he’s going to show you what a nice big cock feels like inside your tiny little pussy.’
My mama called the maid, and she came in to clean me, while Mama put a nice clean diaper on me, and Papa watched the whole thing with a satisfied smile on his face.
I however, was the most satisfied of all. Even though I was still desperate to touch myself, to make myself cum, over and over again, I knew I had plenty of time. Mama and Papa were going nowhere. And neither was I.
PART FIVE
DIAPERS FOR THE DUCHESS
Chapter 35
I’m going to tell you a little story, my gentle, tender reader. It’s a story that some of you might find distasteful, and some of you may find bizarre. But let me assure you, this story has a very happy ending, and is replete with perverse lust and twisted desire. I’m going to tell you the story of how I came to be responsible for the care and discipline of a very special, very naughty young lady.
I am not a high-born gentleman. Indeed, my money was made quite simply, in the legal profession. After years of toil, my wife and I decided to become immersed in a particular lifestyle which to us had been tempting for many years. We decided to run a very special type of, let’s say, boarding school, for special ‘boys’ and ‘girls’ in the middle of the green, rolling hills and innocuous farm-land of Lancashire. Next to the school was a crystal-clear lake, and acres of private grounds. I was the ‘father’ to a group of very demanding young tykes – fully grown adults, who’d agreed to give up all of their responsibilities and worries to join our little community. We called it Lakeside Manor, or Lakeside for short.
Four of us ran the home. I was Father, and I was a lusty brute, if I must be honest. I loved to look after the ‘children’, applying a firm hand to their backside when needed, and helping to change and bathe them on a daily basis. Mother was my wife. It had been after a long session of roleplaying with Mother a few years ago, that we realised our empty nest was causing us no end of sorrow. So we gave in to the dirty desires we’d had for a long time, and decided to turn our manor into a paradise for adult babies. Mother’s tits were always full of milk, and desperate for one of our young charges to relieve them of the pressure that kept them big and heavy.
Our butler, Hawkins, a ha
ndsome old chap with a shock of silver hair and the physique of a much younger man, helped us with general cleaning and with the sexual appetites of some of our more voracious residents. He could go for hours, and was a skilled lover. I should know, I’d seen him satisfy Mother’s requirements many times, when I was too tired or busy (but that’s another story!). I’d known Hawkins for years, and it had been me who’d broken him into the world of Adult Babies, something for which he’d thanked me over and over again, much to my twisted delight.
The final piece of our sweet little puzzle was Estella, the maid. Estella was fantastic, and very dedicated to her work. I had personally hired her. She was such a beautiful woman; full, pert little bosoms and a sweet bottom. My immediate desire had been to strip her nude and get her in a diaper, but it wasn’t what she’d wanted. I’d often fantasised about watching her face screw up as she’d force out a little pee or maybe even a nice smelly accident. But Estella found her place very quickly as our maid. She would express Mother’s excess milk and feed the Children when Mother wasn’t around. She would also serve as a willing cunny for any of the Littles to explore. It was wonderful, living this life, and I often thought that things just couldn’t get any better.
