Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 75898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Just wait till he puts his cock there, the floating observer told me. Then you’re really going to belong to him.
The idea, accompanied by Cal’s finger entering my bottom hole, gently easing the narrow passage with his saliva, drew a deep sob from me. My hips bucked, my ass trying to impale itself further on the invading digit, as if my body couldn’t keep itself from showing its master how badly it wanted to serve his darkest pleasure.
I felt a second finger press in. I moaned, bowing my head even further and pressing my face more deeply into the covers of his bed. I caught a faint scent of him, a hint of the aroma I had smelled much more strongly coming from his jeans as Cal had used my mouth. I pushed again, yielded, and a new surge of blood came to my cheeks as I realized that Cal had trained me to do that, over his knee; he had taught me to submit my most private place to his possession.
“That’s it, darlin’,” he told me, the praise bringing an embarrassed sort of pride to my chest. “Good girl. This is going to hurt a little, especially at first, so you can go ahead and play with yourself while you get it.”
The contrast between his dirty talk, the degradation he seemed able to bestow on me so casually, and the caring in his voice and his actions, made me feel dizzy. Somehow at the same time I could love him for his gentleness and want his massive cock inside me, turning me into a filthy slut with his forceful aggression and his utter dominance over me.
That idea on its own, of the two men in one I seemed to have chosen to rule over me, made me thrust my right hand under me. I found the sopping wetness between my thighs, along with the soreness of my defloration. I rubbed my slick fingers over the sensitive lips, the wrinkly hood of my clit. I whimpered with pleasure, the shame—and the shamelessness—of masturbating in front of my accepted suitor only adding to the need.
“There you go, good girl,” Cal murmured. “Rub that clit. Make your puss feel nice. I want you to come with me in your butt, if you can. That’s good training, to get you used to anal.”
I felt his thumb in the crease between my ass cheeks, tugging the right one aside. I rubbed, and moaned. I felt the head of his cock against the tiny flower, pressing. I let out a little cry of instinctive alarm, but Cal kept pushing, patiently and firmly. He moved his left hand to my other cheek, spreading my backside further and drawing another cry, of shame and violated modesty, from my chest.
“Oh… oh… please…” I whispered. “Please…”
“Shh, darlin’,” he said. “Let me in.”
He pushed harder, spreading my cheeks wide, and with a scream I felt his hardness surge into me. I rubbed my clit more urgently, my two middle fingers desperately trying to find the pleasure in the discomfort of the massive penis’ invasion of my newly deflowered ass.
Suddenly, and almost without warning, an orgasm blossomed in me, and I began to buck under Cal’s hands, writhing and crying out at the feeling of submission that spread through the entire area between my waist and my knees. All of it belonged to him, to train and to use.
His hands took hold of my hips, restraining my movement, keeping me where he wanted me. He started to thrust in and out, and I could feel the urgency of his need in the way he filled me, stretched me, mastered me with his thick, surging cock. I sobbed into the comforter, arching my back to offer my bottom more fully. My fingers rubbed and rubbed, and I had more of the little submissive climaxes—too many to count, but even so I could feel the pain of my most advanced lesson, of my shameful reformation. Over and over he filled my bottom with his hardness, murmuring softly and encouragingly about how good it felt, how obedient I was being.
“Sir… oh… Cal, sir…” I heard myself moaning. It seemed all I could say, besides, “Please… please… please…”
Abruptly, I felt a change in his rhythm. His cock, impossibly, seemed to get bigger and harder inside me. I cried out at the terrible fullness, and then I felt him pulse inside me, and though it hurt so much, the idea that Cal was coming inside me, claiming me fully, made the tears that dampened his comforter taste strangely sweet.
EPILOGUE
Grace
Cal and I got married a month later. All of Grasskiln came, of course. I was the first to marry my accepted suitor, but Frannie and Al, and Cora and Jeremy, were going next, the two following weeks. Lisa and Rosa hadn’t hit it off with their first suitors, so they sat with their foster parents in the church, but I had heard from Shelly that both of them had new suitors, and both their first dates with them had gone well.