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)
I had just learned my suitor could tell me to shave those grownup curls away for him, the same way Jake made Shelly keep herself bare down there, because he liked her that way. Her pussy belonged to him, after all, and soon, maybe, mine would belong to the man who claimed me. That lewd new fact of my existence, that my pubic hair could soon be taken away, to remind me who owned my most intimate places, made the trouble much worse.
If my hands had been on my thighs, near those secret parts of my body that it seemed somehow belonged not to me but to the man who courted me and gained Jake’s approval for his courtship… If I hadn’t had them on my head, when I heard Shelly cry out as her husband’s enormous penis thrust hard and deep into her and Jake gripped her firmly around the waist and began to pound her womanly bottom with his lap, fucking her with breathtaking vigor… If the temptation had been a matter of inches rather than of feet… I would have tried to keep my fingers from going further, but… but I wouldn’t have tried very hard.
The mental picture of Jake whipping me again, together with my utterly degrading position, kneeling to watch him fuck his kind, lovely wife like a naughty little slut, would have made it impossible not to touch my clit.
CHAPTER 11
Grace
Shelly’s legs were together, her modest white panties still around her knees as she bent over the low chair. Jake straddled her, his shins up against the seat cushion. I could see everything, and it made my whole body blush. A strange, lightheaded sensation traveled through my limbs and into my head, making me wonder whether I might even faint from the mixture of deep embarrassment and helpless arousal that seethed in my chest and my tummy.
“That’s it, Shelly girl,” Jake growled. Both of them faced almost completely away from me as he fucked her, his balls slapping up against the bare lips of her pussy over and over, his hands tight around her hips to keep her in place. “You like it nice and hard, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” Shelly sobbed, her head bowed and her blonde hair hanging down around her face. With each pounding thrust of her husband’s hips, she let out a whimpering moan that sent a surge of need from my clit into my virgin vagina. I bit my lip as I felt an ache there, and I couldn’t keep my eyes from the little glimpses I could see of Jake’s enormous, rigid penis as it flashed in and out of Shelly’s shaved pussy.
I started to wonder whether having my hands atop my head would be enough to keep me from disobedience. Jake seemed completely focused on the pleasure he got from having his cock in his wife’s hot, wet sheath; surely he wouldn’t turn around and see if I just rubbed my clit a little bit?
My whole body tensed at the conflicting thoughts in my head, my arms most of all as the two impulses fought for control of those muscles: to remain in the humiliating posture my foster father had commanded or to try to steal a little more pleasure from the place that he so clearly regarded as my future husband’s property rather than my own.
That thought made the problem worse; if my pussy belonged to the man I would marry, then Jake Carpenter, in taking responsibility for me, had become its caretaker. He would decide when the time had come for my needy clit to receive the attention of his fingers, or—if I could manage to behave myself, it seemed—mine.
I remembered the urgency and the submission in Shelly’s voice when she had asked Jake for permission to touch herself. Part of me thought maybe I should beg to do the same, right now. Sir, please… may I touch the little pussy where my suitor will put his cock when you give permission?
I let out a whimper of my own, to mingle with Shelly’s submissive noises. She sounded like her fucking might even hurt a little, as if her husband’s huge manhood could make her uncomfortable, when he thrust it inside her to have his way. That idea, with the way it mixed sex with punishment, seemed to shoot a lightning bolt of arousal through my nervous system.
I whimpered again, louder, and I felt my right hand start to move, in response to the desperation between my thighs. I wondered with a surge of heat to my face if my need would start to drip from my virgin vagina onto my thighs. I told myself I only wanted to feel myself, down there, just to make sure I wouldn’t embarrass myself that way.
Jake saved me from my own foolishness. He turned to look at me, right at that moment. He didn’t pause his rhythm inside Shelly’s pussy, but he growled, “I’m watching you, Grace. Don’t you dare touch yourself.”