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Tilly Ch. 01

By: nochoiceleft



I know I'm blessed, being of multiple ethnicities, I got the goods from each. My name is Tilly and I am a Caucasian, Asian and some Polynesian mix which gave me my large pretty eyes, a cute little nose and a really nice smile. Probably the most unique thing about me is that I am small, I mean tiny. I'm five foot nothing and I don't want to even tell you how much I weigh, because you'll think that I am skinny. Granted, I don't have an ounce of fat on my body, but I'm not skinny. I'm just small. 

I have slender shoulders and narrow hips, perfectly proportioned. My beasts might be small on some girls but they are perfect on me. All through high school and into college, my friends would always say things like, "I would die to have your eyes, I would give anything to have your skin, or your figure." Even though I'm in my early twenties, I must admit that I haven't had a whole bunch of sexual experience. First off I am a good girl and very picky. I like nice guys. Only a few have made it as far as my bedroom, but the sex wasn't all that I was hoping. I think because I'm so small they all worried that I might break or something. 

I attend the university and I'm a good student, I take it very seriously. I've always been popular but never been into the sorority thing and have never cared for dance clubs or the party scene either. I don't swear at all and have never really been into dirty jokes or even getting involved in tacky gossip. I seem to be more at home studying or hanging out with the serious student types. Since I started college I moved from my parents' home to be closer to the campus. 

Its summer break and I was only able to get a part-time job, so when my parents asked me to come stay at their place while they were away, I said, "no problem." You see, my parent's house is one of my favorite places in the world. It's a beautiful home on a large lot, with a pool, cabana and the most incredible gardens that you will ever see. They wind around the backyard with beautiful pathways and little excluded seating areas throughout and there always seems to be something booming.

It was about my third day of being on indoor plant watering and house sitting duty, and I was out by the pool sunbathing. I have a cute little red bikini that has string-ties at the back and neck and traditional bikini bottoms. My dad's pool has the greatest sunbathing furniture, along with the normal tables, chairs, and poolside chaise lounges, he has these flat lounges. They look like all the other outdoor furniture but don't fold, they're just for lying flat to sunbath. I was getting settled in when I saw Mr. Phelps coming into the pool/garden area. He works for daddy and helps him with the gardens. I'm not sure how it all works except that the gentleman who comes to mow the front and side yards, and the "cute pool guy" both work for Mr. Phelps. 

Daddy and Mr. Phelps can sit out on the back patio, overlooking the gardens and talk "garden" for hours. Daddy says when it comes to gardens, Mr. Phelps is an artist. He's a quiet man; I don't ever remember having a conversation with him. He's younger than daddy so I'm guessing he is in his early forties. My only impression of him is that he is a tall, lean, quiet man. It's not unusual for him to be here so I really didn't pay him much mind.

I was getting settled in to do some sunbathing. Lying on my tummy, I was struggling to get some of my coconut suntan oil onto the middle of my back when I see a shadow cross over the top of me. Before I could look up to see who it was, a hand comes down in a wordless request for the oil. Without even thinking I place the bottle into the hand and straighten back out on my tummy. It was easier than explaining that "I could handle it but thank you so much Mr. Phelps" and it just seemed to be the right thing to do. After all, I didn't want to be rude to someone offering to be nice.

I could feel him sitting on the edge of the chaise and the first thing he does is to reach up and undo the top string of my suit at my neck. It kind of startled me but I quickly began justifying his actions as simply helpful. Then he undid the tie at my back. Again I was trying to rationalize his actions, not wanting to say anything for fear of sounding immature or childish. My lack of worldly experience left me wondering if it was just me, like I was over reacting or something.

I could hear him pouring some of the coconut oil onto his hands which gave me a sense of comfort. He began by rubbing oil along my neck and across my shoulders; I felt childlike as his hands were so big against my small frame. With a fresh smattering of oil he then ran both hands down the length of my back. His hands were so big, they wrap around the sides of my body while his thumbs still met in the middle of my back. The tips of fingers ran along the outsides of my breasts but I was well planted face down and didn't dare look up. 

I was trying my best to act like an adult and presume it all innocent. Then, as he reached my lower back he took his oil coated fingers and ran them down my back and under the top of my bikini bottom spreading oil from one hip across to the other. The tips of his fingers lightly grazed across the top of my little bottom. As quick as I could think whether this was right or not he shifted his position down to my legs.

My head was still swimming trying to understand whether this trusted family friend was creepy or just thorough as he started on my legs. It took me more than a moment to realize that I could really do my own legs but without my top tied I chose to just lay there and let him finish. After all, he could just be being really nice. He took one leg and bent it at the knee raising my foot into the air. With more lotion he rubbed my foot as if giving me foot massage. I have to admit it felt really good. 

Then he took one of his fingers and slowly slid it in between each of my toes. From the first toe on, it made my eyes roll back into my head, it was so intense, so intimate. I had to keep my face buried in my arms to stop from letting out a small moan. He finally finished my foot and continued down my calf, rubbing the suntan oil in thoroughly. Once to the knee he softly laid my leg down and began by raising my other foot. I have to say that I was looking forward to the whole foot and toe thing again. When finished, he had laid both my legs back down.

Although I still couldn't see him with my face hiding in my arms folded at my head, I could feel him shift around a bit and add some oil to the back of my thighs. With little effort he encases my whole thigh just above my knee with both hands. His large hands seemed quite able to wrap completely around my leg if he chose to. With one hand on the inside of my thigh and one on the outside he began applying oil. As his hands moved up my thigh, the inside hand was getting uncomfortably high up, and then finally began pressing up against the fabric of my bikini between my legs and came to a stop. 

I was frozen, my mind thinking ten different things at once. His other hand was busy applying oil but his inside hand just stayed there, not moving, pressing between my legs. Suddenly, I was distracted by his other hand sliding up under the material of my bikini bottom and applying oil from my hip across my bottom. When that was done, both hands moved away and left me saying to myself, "What in the heck was that?"

After adding some more oil he began on my other leg. Again starting at the knee, he wrapped his large hands around my small thigh and began applying oil upward. When his inside hand reached the top of my leg it pressed against the bikini material between my legs and stopped. This time I was waiting to see if it would happen again or had it been just an innocent faux pas. Maybe because I was anticipating it, it made the whole of my insides jump as tingles shot up from my little girl parts. As he continued to work his outside hand around my thigh, it was his inside hand pressed up between my legs that had my full attention. 

I was feeling a little light headed when I began to realize I had raised my bottom just a little bit, just enough to add to the pressure between my legs. Immediately I became horribly embarrassed, I couldn't believe what I had done and what in the world would Mr. Phelps think of me. Just about the time I didn't think I could take much more his outside hand slipped up inside my bikini bottom and rubbed oil across the other side of my bottom sending another shock through my body. And just that quick he stopped, moving his hands away. I was mortified, I'm sure I had a wet spot between my legs and just hoped it wasn't obvious as Mr. Phelps stood and looked down on me.

Afraid and too embarrassed to look up or even show my face, all I could do is listen to his movements. I heard some rustling of clothes when two hands came down on either side of my hips, slid under the outsides of my bikini bottoms and slipped them completely off in one smooth movement. In just that split second I was naked, face down, head spinning and still not quite sure what was happening. Then Mr. Phelps stepped over me, straddling my tanning bed, reaching down and with very little effort lifted my bottom up drawing me up on my knees. My face was still buried in my arms down below. 

I couldn't imagine what I looked like with my bottom stuck up in the air but then he pressed his penis up against me and all thoughts left my head. He held my bottom in between his two hands and started to enter me. I told you I'm small and I'm not a virgin but I was not prepared for this. The head of his penis stretched me fully just to enter. It totally took my breath away. As he pressed a little harder, the head of his manhood jumped forward as it found its way in, I orgasmed. I knew right then that I had never had an orgasm before because I had never felt anything like this. As he continued moving inward, I was having a hard time even breathing. Each inch kept taking my breath away. As his penis head moved passed my sensitive spot, I orgasmed again. 

On his second stroke I found out that he hadn't even come close to entering me fully on his first stroke. This time he reached the end of me and was touching me in places where I had never been touched before, that I didn't know even existed. His long, slow strokes into my tiny frame took me over the edge. With my little bottom held up by the hips, Mr. Phelps maneuvered me up which arched my back a bit more, to where he could enter me fully straight down just by bending his knees. Then he sped up. It was a title wave of sensation. 

I not only couldn't come close to counting how many times I climaxed, I'm not even sure I stayed conscious the whole time. At some point he slowed down and came to a stop. I just laid there, gasping for breath with my bottom up in the air. My body was quivering and my mind was still watching the firework show.

Mr. Phelps continued to stand over me with a leg on each side of my chaise lounge when I felt more of my suntan oil being poured on my bottom. If I had had my wits about me, I probably could figure what was coming next. But it wasn't until he once again took control of my hips and l felt his penis pressed against my rectum before I figured it out. I had never had anyone ever touch me down there before. I had no reference of what to expect. 

With him pressed up against me, he started moving my bottom around by my hips. The feeling was quite exotic. As he moved me around I could slowly start to feel more and more of his penis pushing on my rectum. He was taking his time. It was starting to create all sorts of new feelings. Then all of a sudden, the head of his penis slipped inside me. As my little girl parts exploded with sensation I let out a deep guttural, animalistic groan. I couldn't believe that I it had come from me but it expressed the experience perfectly. 

He just held his penis there for a while. I had no idea how erotic this would be. As he started to press forward a little bit at a time I found myself lightheaded and dizzy, having hot flashes and goosebumps all at the same time. My forehead was perspiring, my skin tingling, my eyes closed tight, my mouth open wide and my back arched to receive more. Finally he came to a stop fully embedded in me. I thought the more spectacular part was over until he started to pull out and it started all over again. After several more strokes and a bit more oil he started to pick up speed and then a whole new erotic sensation stuck me. 

Rather than bending down to enter me with each stroke, he now was just lifting my tiny bottom up his shaft. My knees were coming off the tanning bed as he just stood there lifting me up and down to satisfy his penis. As if having him over filling my bottom with his very large penis wasn't enough, I was now orgasming over being used in such an overt way. He was servicing himself with my body, my bottom to be precise. I was completely powerless. 

He was now lifting and lowering me quickly and fully onto his penis as I was rolling through orgasm after orgasm. Then, with number of quick pulls as far up his penis as possible I felt him ejaculate deep in my bowels. I was breathless and barely conscious. As he released my hips, I slowly slumped back onto the tanning bed. I was exhausted and just laid there trying to catch my breath. When I finally gained the strength and awareness to lift up and look around, I was alone. It was a sunny day, the pool and gardens were beautiful, and I had just had the most intense sexual experience I could have ever imagined . . . and not a word had been spoken between us.

Tilly Ch. 02



It had been several days since my unexpected encounter with Mr. Phelps and I had just begun walking normal again. It was strange to dread seeing him again but being disappointed every time I didn't. Being extremely self-conscience, I also dreaded seeing the "cute pool guy" that worked for him thinking they may have talked about me. My "good girl" reputation that I had hard earned over my whole life was at extreme risk. 

After several days of no activity I was feeling more comfortable and even enjoyed thinking back to my experience. I had never had anything to fantasize about before. I kept finding myself daydreaming about being absolutely used, having no power to influence what was happening. It was a new experience for me and something I would have never guessed to be so sensual. 

With my parents' return still a week away, I was finding time each day to be outside working on my tan, enjoying the garden, and just relaxing. This morning I was under the cabana on the far side of the pool reading. I love the cabana, it's cool and shady with lots of comfortable patio furniture. It was a beautiful day and I was wearing my red bikini top again with my denim cutoff shorts.

I was reading a book that I had promised myself to finish this week when I noticed Mr. Phelps walking along the side of the house and into the back gardens. I froze. I laid my book in my lap and tried to control my little heart from beating right out of my chest. He was watching me as he walked around the pool towards the cabana. As he gets close I see he is carrying a coil of thick pretty white rope. 

Mr. Phelps walks right up in front of me and stops. My natural reaction, being the polite thing to do, was to stand up. He looks at me and then holds out his hand making a silent request for the book, which I hand to him. He sets my book on a nearby table and returns his focus back to me. He holds out one end of the rope and it has about a ten inch loop tied in it. He lifts one of my hands and gently sides the large loop over my wrist. He motions for my other hand which, not feeling particularly threatened by the large loop in the rope, I raise it to him. I watch curiously as he gently slides the loop over it as well. Moving slowly, he feeds the rope between my arms and back out in front of my hands. 

Taking his eyes off me for the first time he reaches up and threads the rope up and over a beam in the ceiling of the cabana and steps around behind me. The next thing I know the rope is slowly raised and the one big loop rolls over on itself and become two smaller loops around each of my wrist. Pulling the rope from behind me he raised my arms up just above my head and ties it off. I still thought I would have no problems sliding my hands free but found the more I tried to pull against the rope the tighter the little loops around my wrists became. Not fully understanding why, but my body quickly began responding to the fact that I, once again, had lost all control.

As I face out towards the pool I could feel Mr. Phelps move up behind me. He first untied my bikini top in the back and then behind my neck, letting it fall to the cabana floor. He moved around in front and stood looking down me. Standing well over a foot taller than me, he lifts a nearby chair and sets it quite close right in front of me. Still fully dressed he slowly sits down, placing his knees on either side of my legs. Sitting there, his head was level with my chest. He was no longer looking at me but now seemed to only have eyes for my breasts. 

My excitement and anticipation was surging. My nipples have always been extremely sensitive. My breasts are quite capable of going without a bra but my little nipples are not. They react to the smallest touch, the fabric of my blouse keeps them so stimulated it is very distracting. I once went braless to school and I couldn't concentrate on anything else as my nipples stayed hard all day. I was so self-conscience, it was all I could think about and I just knew everybody around me could tell. 

Sitting in his chair he reached his hands around to my backside and pulled my body into his, and my breasts to his mouth. At his very first touch of my breasts, an electrical shock shot down my body to my little girl parts. Then he began to kiss and lick and suck me for quite a while. Hanging from the rope my head dropped back which only helped to push chest forward and my breasts further into his mouth. My legs just kind of gave way several times as he brought me to an orgasm. 

The rope holding my arms above my head was the only thing keeping me from dropping to the floor. He then began to nibble and bite my nipples, addressing each of my breasts with a bit more vigor. When he finally bit one of my nipples while rolling the other one hard between his fingers, pulling it as far as my breast would allow, I orgasmed again and he stopped. I just hung there.

Before he stood up from his chair he undid the front of my denim shorts and watched them drop to the ground. Then he slid my soaked little white cotton panties to the ground as well. He stood up and moved the chair he had been sitting in to the right of my legs. Reaching for another chair he set it on my left. With very little effort Mr. Phelps wrapped one arm around my waist and lifted me up and place one of my knees on each chair. With my legs spread between the two chairs my arms were still tied off well above my head. 

Still facing out towards the pool I could hear Mr. Phelps behind me. Within a moment or two I could feel him slide his penis in between my legs. He didn't enter me, just slid back and forth between my legs. I was plenty wet down there which he seemed to be enjoying. At some point he had taken control of the rope again and loosened it so I began to lean forward. As my upper body became almost parallel to the ground, the thought crossed my mind that I could probably slip out of the rope. Then he entered me from behind and that was the last thought I had. Even though I had had him inside me just a few days ago, I again was not prepared for his size. 

He filled me to overflowing in just one stroke. I was very moist and he took full advantage of it. He picked up the pace quickly sending me into an absolute oblivion. He had my little bottom between his large hands holding me in place and pounded me with his monster manhood. I have no idea how many times I orgasmed as they were just rolling through me one after another.

He came to a stop and I just hung there from the rope trying to catch my breath. After a few minutes he raised the rope to where I was again upright and gently lifted me off the chairs. Standing on weak, wobbly legs, it was the rope once again that stopped me from falling right over. I heard Mr. Phelps pull up a chair behind me and sit down. I slowly turned around to see what he was doing. There, in his hand, was his penis. He was spreading my coconut tanning oil on it, and I realized this was the first time I had actually seen it. As I said before I don't have much to compare to but this thing was huge . . . and beautiful, with quite a flared crown at his circumcision. How had it ever fit inside of me? 

I was trying to fathom him penetrating me that my eyes must have shown my awe, he smiled at me and motioned me closer. I took the step or two to close the distance between us as he motioned for me to turn around and face away from him. That and the coconut oil made clear his intent. I know he had had that monster up my rectum just the other day, but now that I have seen it I was most reluctant. It quickly became apparent that I didn't have much of a choice when he almost lifted me off the ground with the rope. By pulling down on his end he pulled me up onto his lap. 

With the rope in one hand and his penis in the other he had no problem moving me into position. Sitting up on top of his penis my feet couldn't even touch the ground. He spent a bit of time getting me lubricated. As he started opening my little bottom with his manhood he just sort of let the rope go slack and I started to slowly slide down his penis. Again, I was nowhere near prepared for this sensation. My body just lost all control. I was instantly sweating, lightheaded and groaning like an animal. 

Once I reached the bottom he slowly raised me back up by pulling his end of the rope. When I reached the top I was ready to climax, then he released the rope again and I began sliding back down, this time sliding much faster. I immediately began to orgasm. I climaxed so hard that I sprayed juice from my vagina out onto the cabana floor, something I could have never imagined. 

As he was raising me up his penis I found the knot to the loop in the rope to hang onto. My arms were stretched way above me which my forced my head forward. I was looking down at my body coming off this huge penis. My body was stretched out making my hips even more narrow, my stomach even flatter, my waist even thinner and the contrast to his size even that more outrageous. He kept lifting me up and letting me drop. Finally I was falling hard down his penis. 

I had pretty much lost all ability to see, hear or talk when something caught my eye out by the pool. I had to work at getting enough of my brain to focus on what I was seeing. Walking up to the pool from the other side carrying his pool equipment was the "cute pool guy." To my complete horror he was looking right at us with a big grin. I thought we were busted but Mr. Phelps didn't seem to care and continued to let me drop to the bottom of his penis. Finally he just held me there, fully embedded in my bottom. I watched the "cute pool guy" set his equipment down and walk around the pool to the cabana. 

As he neared he threw off his shirt and undid his shorts. As his shorts fell to the ground and he stepped out of them, I was shocked to see the second largest penis I could have imagined sticking straight out at me. A quick thought of "oh my goodness, I'm going to have sex with another man" when Mr. Phelps ran one arm around my waist and stood up with me still impaled on his penis. He had the rope in one hand and me in the other. I was hanging there with my legs dangling from his lap with my feet over a foot off the ground. 

As the "cute pool guy" stepped close, he lifted my legs at the knees and breached my sex from the front. All of sudden I had the two largest penises that I have ever knew existed inside me. Combined, they must have been as big as my leg but I didn't have much time to think about it. I was instantly climaxing. I couldn't imagine having an ounce of fluid left but I was covering the "cute pool guy's" in new juices surging through me as I flopped around between these two men. 

My arms still tied above my head, I was being held up by these two monsters inside me. I was flooded with orgasms quaking through my body as they forced each other's penis to push against every sensitive part of my insides. At one point Mr. Phelps held still fully embedded in my bottom and I could feel the "cute pool guy's" penis rubbing up against him inside me making my body absolutely explode. They continued to pump me until I began losing all sense of reality. 

Just as I felt I was going to faint, the "cute pool guy" grabbed my nipples and pulled my breast out. I thought this was too much for me when, all of a sudden, he slapped the side of my breast yanking my nipple from his tight grasp. Lightning flashes were going off in my head when he grasped my other nipple tightly, pull it from my chest, and slapped it free. And that's all I can remember, two huge penises up inside me and my nipples exploding in a blast of fire.

I must of blacked out because I woke up, laying on one of the cabana couches covered by a pool towel, all alone. My two men must have finished because I was leaking fluids from both orifices. I wasn't sure what to think although this now became my greatest sexual experience ever . . . and again, not one word was spoken.



Tilly Ch. 03



My time of house sitting for my parents was coming to an end; they were due back in just a few days. I have to say that the two weeks of lounging around that I had been looking forward to had turned out quite different. I was happy that I have been alone for last several days but I have to admit that it didn't stop me from looking and maybe even hoping that Mr. Phelps might show up. 

Although, my alone-time had been now consumed with thoughts, doubts, regrets, and fantasies over the extreme sexual experiences I had been drawn into during my stay here. I had been taken so far outside of my being, exposing a whole new version of Tilly, Tilly 2.0. Plus it has taken a few days each time to get my feet back under me after said experiences. 

Even on vacation I seem to wake up early and it was no different this morning. Before getting ready for the day, I wander down to the kitchen to get a piece of fruit. I don't have to put anything on because I sleep in a men's small vee-neck cotton tee-shirt. Because I'm so small it goes down to mid-thigh and is very comfortable to sleep in, a perfect nightie. 

As I came out of the hallway and into the kitchen I see him. Through the kitchen window overlooking the patio, there is Mr. Phelps sitting, looking out across the garden. My heart leaps and starts to pound in double time. My mind was racing, do I turn around and hide, or go fix my hair and brush my teeth, or just wait and see what he does. All the while my feet just kept walking towards the back door out to the patio. I was trying not to go to him but once again, my self-control was being relinquished to him.

Within a few moments I find myself walking out from the house, onto the patio and standing in front of him. Not knowing what to expect, he surprises me and speaks. Actually, these were the very first words I've heard him speak this whole time. He looked at me and said, "You've been a very bad girl." I could say nothing so I just lowered my head and nodded. Never taking his eyes off me he points to the piece of ground to the right of his chair. I looked at him a bit confused as his brow furrowed and he again pointed at the ground right next to his chair. 

Getting the message, I slowly walked around and stood where he had pointed as my heart was fighting its way out off my chest. Watching me get into place he then guided me over his knee, lying face down on his lap. I now knew what to expect. With our size difference I felt like a small child laid across his knees. He slowly lifted up the back of my tee-shirt nightie uncovering my bottom and lower back. He then gently hooked his thumb in the waistband of my white cotton panties and slid them down to my knees. Holding me in place with his left arm he slowly ran his right hand up and down my bottom and upper thighs. 

I have never been spanked before, not even by my parents growing up, but so far my fear and anxiety were being quelled by Mr. Phelps' gentle touch. His hand seemed large enough to span all the way across my tiny bottom. Then his hand disappeared from my bottom and I waited for what seemed like an eternity but was probably only a few seconds. Fiercer than I would have hoped, his hand came down repeatedly, four sharp spanks in a row. 

On the last slap his hand stayed and softly began to rub my bottom again. I was in shock. My eyes welled up as I squirmed and my bottom burned. The soft touch of him stroking my bottom helped but then his hand was raised again, I could barely take the few seconds of not knowing, and then I knew. His hands came down in a number of sharp spanks. My bottom was on fire as he softly stroked me once again. The pain was nearly unbearable, although it didn't make me cry this time. In fact, to my surprise I felt moisture collecting between my legs. The next time I felt his hand leave my bottom, I had a different feeling, one of anticipation. Not that I wanted it but I was waiting for it. 

The next series of spanks did have a different effect on me, they flooded my little girl parts. I wasn't sure what was happening, the pain was excruciating but it sent pulses of pleasure coursing through my body. I let out a loud groan as I felt juices again streaming between my legs. His soft, caressing massage of my bottom between spanks now became a bit rougher with more grabbing than rubbing. I was starting to lose control when his last series of spanks seemed to go on and on. Maybe twenty or thirty spanks in a row and I climaxed. I orgasmed hard, making a mess all over his pants.

I laid there panting, trying to regain myself. Mr. Phelps patiently waited. Finally, he pulled my tee-shirt nightie back over my rear end and lifted me to my feet. As I stood, my panties that were at my knees now fell to the ground and I step out of them. Staying seated, he took my hand and lead me back out in front and pointed me back to my original spot. I stood there sheepishly looking at him, feeling quite humiliated. For only the second time this week, he spoke, "I want to see you touch yourself," as he motioned to my pubic area with a wave of his hand. 

I was standing there in my parents' back yard, facing a man, with juices running down the insides of my legs. The only thing that could possibly make this more surreal was to touch myself . . . there. I'm not one to masturbate, in fact I've never have gone far enough to enjoy it really. But here I was. I reached under the front of my tee and brought my hand to my sex. I tried to rub myself but I was so embarrassed it just didn't feel right. Then he said, "I want to see," and motioned for my tee-shirt to go. I slowly lifted it over my head and dropped it as Mr. Phelps sat in his chair with his hands folded in his lap waiting patiently. 

Again, I brought my hand back to my vagina and started to move my fingers around. As Mr. Phelps watched I felt a strong desire to please him, that I didn't want him disappointed. So I closed my eyes and moved around until I found a spot or two that stimulated me. Once I focused my fingers on the sensitive spot right in front I started to feel it. I opened my eyes only to find him starting at my hand on my sex; this sent a whole different sensation shooting through me. He was watching me and enjoying it. 

I watched him as he watched me rub myself, until I couldn't take it anymore. My head fell back, I was making all sorts of moaning sounds, my legs went wobbly, and I had to stop. Breathing hard, I regain my balance and looked to see if I had pleased him. He shifted in his seat and scooted it up to a nearby patio table. He lightly patted the top of the table and said, "I want to eat you for breakfast." Not being sure whether that was some sort of euphemism or not, I tentatively stepped up beside him. 

With little effort, he lifted me by the waist and seated me on the edge of the table right in front of him. He guided me in lying back on the table then lifted my legs. "Oh my goodness, he is really going to eat me for breakfast!" I thought. I've never had anyone perform oral sex on me before! Is this for real, what will it feel like? My legs were short enough that he placed my feet directly against his shoulders. I wanted to watch as he dropped his head in between my legs, so I raised my head to look down my body at him. 

To my absolute surprise he didn't touch me; instead he blew air up and down on my vagina. The titillation was immediate, so much for watching, my head dropped back on the table, my back arched and my knees automatically fell to the sides opening myself fully to him. The first time I felt his mouth was on my inner thigh as he was lightly kissing the softest skin on my body. As he reached the very top of my thigh, right before my private parts, he latched on with his lips. He started to suck on one spot like he was giving me a hicky, my first hicky. 

As he continued to suck, what I was finding, this is one of the most sensitive parts of my body. It began so sensual but was quickly becoming painful. I was squirming around on the table but his strong arms held my little bottom right in place. As soon as I thought the pain was becoming too much, it became euphoric. As my head was circling around I found the pain turning to pleasure. 

What started off as sensual was now just down right erotic. My body started to tremble and I was once again losing control. Mr. Phelps seemed to sense this and moved his mouth over the top of my vagina. His lips quickly sucked up my sensitive button and flicked it with his tongue while pulling on it with his lips. I climaxed all over his face. I was so embarrassed.

I thought he would have had enough of that after I made such a mess all over him but he stayed right there between my legs and continued. His tongue explored every inch of my little girl parts. He made sure I fully understood the joys of oral sex. His tongue danced in and out and all about. As his mouth was bringing me close to the edge I began to feel his thumb slide between my vagina and my bottom. The next thing I know I am about ready to orgasm again when his thumb enters my bottom jolting me to a climax. I had no idea. 

He finally came up for air and let me catch my breath. He stood up and walked around to side of the table where my head was. Still fully dressed he gently pulled on my arms that were dangling over my head somewhere and began to slide me closer to the edge. He pulled my head right up to him, leaned over me and took one of my nipples into his mouth. He was soft and gentle. My nipples were already standing at attention but they became extra hard for his tongue. Knowing how sensitive my breasts are he took me heaven. 

Between licking my nipples and sucking my whole breast into his mouth I was on fire. As he leaned over my head to get to my breasts, the front of his pants kept pushing against my forehead. I arched my back further pushing my breasts into his mouth while tipping my head back trying to get my mouth on his erection trapped in his pants. I must have looked like a baby bird trying to get food from its mother because he looked down at me and chuckled. 

He stood up and looked down at me sprawled out across the table and said, "Oh my sweet little thing, you don't think you can please me with that little mouth of yours do you?" I looked up at him wide eyed with a pout on my lips giving him the best, "But I want to try" look that I could muster. With that, never taking his eyes off me, he undid his pants and let them drop to the ground, releasing his monster. He pulled me back further until my head slid over the edge of the table. I reached up to touch him and he just stood there and watched. 

Now, I'm no virgin but prior to this week, I might as well have been. Not only was this the first time I've been face to face with a penis but also the first time I've ever touched a one. I realized that my few sexual encounters I'd ever had before were just so normal. I now had my first penis in my hands and I wanted to do something good. What, I wasn't sure yet. I reached up and held it tenderly, it was soft and silky. It wasn't what I was expecting for something that had turned my world upside down. I pulled it toward my face and licked the underside. 

I really couldn't see anything with my face underneath. I pulled him forward by the penis to lick further down as his testicles came sliding up my forehead and came to rest on my closed eyes. I licked some more, moving back down his penis to lick the head of it again. I may have never given a blow job before, in fact I didn't even really understand the name, but I'm a good student. After a few efforts, I started moving him forward and back by placing my hand on his leg. 

As I moved from the end of his penis to its base with my mouth and tongue, I paid close attention. I quickly found that the head was very sensitive, especially the underside. I pulled him forward finding that licking his testicles also made him moan. Now it was time I try to fit this into my mouth. I pushed him back, tipped my head back all the way and slowly pulled him into my mouth. I had to adjust and relax my jaw just to fit the head in a little bit. My nose was right up against the bottom side of his penis which made it tough to breathe. 

As I pulled him forward, I had to move my head around and use my saliva to lubricate trying to capture more of him. He reached the back of my mouth and I had to pull him back out to breathe. The second time, with some added moisture from his penis, I easily made to the back of my mouth. I pulled him further and hit my choke reflex; I backed off and then tried it again. Several times I choked so much I almost pulled him all the way out to breathe, but I was on a mission. This was my penis and I was going to swallow it whole. 

I figured out two things. One, if I swallow continuously, I can get it past my gag reflex and two, Mr. Phelps likes it when I'm choking on his penis. It must feel good because he moans as I choke it down. Being that his testicles weren't bumping across my forehead, I realized that I had a long ways to go. Struggling to breathe through my nose pressed up against the underside of his penis, I made one last big effort to take as much of him as I could. Continuing to swallow, I pulled him in. In one motion, I felt his penis slide several inches down my throat. 

I pulled him back and forth feeling his penis move in and out of my throat. I'm sure as he stood above me looking down, he could see his thickness filling my thin neck and then backing out. I could hear his pleasure with me as I took him deep. I tried my hardest until I decided that I would suffocate to death and pulled him out. I hadn't nearly taken him all but I would someday, I would practice.

I continued my exploration of what made him moan, groan, and shiver. Taking his testicles in my mouth was a hit and licking the skin behind his testicles got a loud groan. I played, licked, sucked and stroked for a while as he just stood there and let me move him anyway which way I wanted. I finally found the combination I wanted. I moved him forward until his testicles were on my chin and my lips could touch the skin just behind. With one hand I sunk my fingernails in to the soft skin of his testicles and pulled while my other hand stroked as much of the head of his penis I could get my had around. 

When I had his full attention I began to suck the tender skin behind his testicles. Fairs fair, I started sucking hard enough to give him a hicky back there, scratching his testicles with my nails hard enough that he dare not move and stroking the end of his penis rapidly. His testicles quivered and got taunt, his muscles tightened and he gave out an, "Oh god!" and shot strings of semen down the length of my body. I felt its warm sensation across by breasts, tummy, and all the way down to between my legs. I had no idea he had been blasting so much of his seed with such force up into me.

I released him from my lips and lightly ran my fingernails down his testicles while slowly stroking him until he went limp in my hand. He finally stepped off from over my head and helped me slide my head back onto the table. After he pulled his pants back on, he reached down and picked up my tee-shirt, handing it to me. As I sat up on the table I looked down in amazement at the amount of seaman sprayed across my body. 

I didn't bother wiping it off; I just put on my tee right over it. He stood there looking at me. This was the first time since all this started that I was fully conscious following our sex. He said, "I have to go," and I said, "I want to go with you." He just looked at me with a serious face and said, "Oh my little sweet thing, you have no idea what you ask. To go with me and be with me means your mine. You do what I tell you, when I tell you, and who I tell you . . . Sweetie, you don't understand, I would own you." With complete confidence and peace I answered, "You already do."



Tilly Ch. 04



My parents finally came home and I was free to resume my normal life of school and my part-time work. It had never felt empty before but now everything seemed without purpose. It took my almost two weeks but I finally worked up the courage to ask my dad for Mr. Phelps' number and call. It felt so wrong and so right. When a woman answered I almost hung up without saying anything. After an uncomfortable amount of silence, I finally said, "Hello, my name is Tilly." Her response caught me totally off guard but seemed so right, "Oh, hello baby girl. We were hoping you would call."

From there we arranged for me to join their little family for a short time, a test trial so to speak. I arrived as was greeted by a beautiful woman named Serena. She was tall and slender, in her early to mid- thirties. She showed me around their incredible house and the room that I could stay in. Soon we were joined by another attractive woman younger than Serena but older than me. Her name was Beth. Beth went into the kitchen and began dinner while Serena continued showing me around.

I was looking at the wall of photos in the living room, photos from various locations, the beach, the mountains and the likes. Mr. Phelps was in a number of them as well Serena, Beth and several other women. There was one particular young lady that was absolutely gorgeous. There was even what looked like a glamor shot of her. I asked Serena about her and she said that she had modeled a bit throughout school. 

When I asked where she was now she told me that after she finished graduate school, she got a job in New York with a non-profit and traveled the world working in third-world countries feeding the hungry. I asked, "She went to graduate school and left Mr. Phelps to work in New York?" She said, "Sure, that's what made, uh, Mr. Phelps as you call him, happy. It pleased him and that's what we all want. But this is where she comes home to every opportunity."

I continued to look at the pictures on the wall as I asked, "What do you call him?" She answered, "Well, mostly 'Sir' but his name is John. 'Sir John' will also do." "He doesn't say much," I observed and she responded with, "True, but does he really need to?" Agreeing, I pointed out another young lady in a couple of photos and asked where she was? Serena paused and said, "She's no longer with us, Sir John banished her." 

I had to ask if she had been disobedient. She said, "No, she did everything asked of her, but for the wrong reason. Rather than to please Sir John, she was pleasing herself. We must keep that straight; we are here only to please him. It's his choice to please us or not." Mr. Phelps arrived home as Beth finished preparing dinner. As we all sat down to eat, I have to say it felt like a real family. Everyone seemed to love and genuinely care for each other, even me. 

After dinner was cleaned up, Mr. Phelps said we have some family business to conduct. We all got up and moved to a large room that wasn't on Serena's tour. It was like a large recreation room with strange pieces of equipment. There were some comfortable chairs and couches here and there but that was about all I recognized. All four of us walked over to one side of the room and Mr. Phelps said looking at me, "Well my sweet little thing, what do you prefer, the ceiling ties or the rack?" I was a bit startled by question since I hadn't even couldn't figure out what most of the equipment in the room did. 

I looked at what he was gesturing to when he said, "The rack." It looked kind of scary, and I told him so. Also, that I wasn't sure that I would "prefer" either. That's when he said, "This is not for you . . . yet, I've chosen Serena to receive your punishment for not knowing. Ceiling it is." I was set back by not knowing what I didn't know and that Serena was going to be punished for it. Without any further discussion he began taking off Serena's clothes. I wanted to say something about it not being right but I was much too confused to even open my mouth.

Once Serena was completely naked, Sir John put a set of double leather cuffs around her wrists and fastened them to a clip attached to the ceiling. He then bent down and put a cuff around each ankle and attached them to the floor about a foot and half apart. She could stand flat footed but her arms were stretched out above her to their fullest. Even with such odd circumstances, I couldn't help but notice how beautiful Serena was. Her legs were long, her waist was thin and her breasts were large and full, with not a bit of sag to them. She was what most other women envied, she was a goddess. 

I felt horribly guilty that I had brought this upon her. She just stared forward, resigned. I hadn't seen Mr. Phelps pick up the riding crop but when he swooshed it through the air it caught all of our attentions, especially Serena's, who just closed her eyes tightly. Beth and I were only standing a few feet away when she came up behind me and gently wrapped her arms around me in a comforting gesture. I'm so small that Beth could see over the top on me as she embraced me and we just stood there and watched. Mr. Phelps walked around Serena once and then stopped behind her. 

With only the riding crop moving through the air as a warning, he struck Serena across her buttocks. Serena winced and let out a gasp. He took a moment to look at his handiwork on her skin, then raised the crop again and brought it down on the top of her thighs. Poor Serena winced again and let out a yelp. Standing there with Beth, it brought a tear to my eyes. One more hard strike with the small whip and Mr. Phelps stepped back and studied her backside again. He seemed satisfied and I was relieved it was over. 

Mr. Phelps stepped over to Beth and me, took Beth by the hand and walked over to an over-stuffed chair against the wall, leaving me standing alone in front of Serena. I was absolutely mesmerized by this beauty hanging from the ceiling in front of me. He startled me so that I must have jumped a bit when Sir John spoke my name. He said, "Tilly, you will finish the reprimand by punishing her breasts." Not understanding, I turned to face him to make sure I heard him right only to find him sitting in the chair with Beth sitting on the floor in front of him with his half rigid penis in her hands. 

They were both looking at me as he continued his instructions; "You will strike her breasts ten times hard." He was talking to me but I couldn't take my eyes off Beth's hands moving up and down his penis as it grew right before my eyes. Beth's hands are quite a bit bigger than mine and still looked small trying to encompass his size. He repeated his instructions with a tone that said he wasn't going to say it again so I once again turned towards Serena. 

Even with her feet on the ground, she seemed so much taller tied to the ceiling. She was just looking at me with no emotion. I stepped up to her not really knowing what to do. I don't ever recall hitting another human being, not even in jest. "Go on." I hear from behind. At that moment I would have given anything to change places with Beth. 

Looking at Serena's breasts, I couldn't get over how perfect they were. They were large but stood out from her chest proudly naturally. Her nipples were the perfect size, placed high on the firm breasts. Now I was supposed to strike these examples of perfection. To back out now, I knew, was too back out forever and I needed to get myself back to Mr. Phelps' penis. 

As Serena watched, I raised my open hand and slapped her breast. She winced as her breast bounced and shook as a result. "Eleven!" came the call from behind. "If you don't strike her hard I will continue to add more until you get it right." I tried again, this time on her other breast and received a "twelve!" "Oh my," I thought, "I don't know if I can do this." All I'm doing is getting Serena in deeper and deeper. On my third try I struck her hard. Her breast jumped to the side making her turn in her shackles. For the first time the number went down. Serena was pulled back into place in front of me by her restraints and I contemplated my next strike.

My last several blows had left red, almost handprints on the outsides of each breast. This time I slapped the inside of her breast. The effect was the same, Serena winched her eyes closed in pain and her breast recoiled in every direction before settling back in place but this time Serena's chest was rising and falling with rapid breaths. The next time I studied her face as I slapped the inside of her other breast as hard as I could, I couldn't help the tingle that shot through me as she winced in pain. 

I instantly felt guilty and confused that I would be getting any pleasure from my assault on Serena. Had Mr. Phelps already corrupted me? As I continued the abuse of her breasts, I miscalculated my next blow and my slap came across her nipple. She jumped and squealed. I jumped and squealed along with her, I wanted to say I sorry but that seemed so out of place. Looking at the red marks across both breasts, the evidence of my assault, my eye wandered down her lovely body hanging there. I hadn't previously noticed that her flat tummy sloped down to her perfectly hairless vagina, and it had moistened the tops of her thighs. 

I looked up at her and she just continued to watch my every move without emotion. "Five," was the last number called so I focused once again on her blotched but prefect breasts. I needed to catch my breath so I paused a moment and turned and looked towards Sir John and Beth. She had him fully erect with a hand on his penis and a hand under his testicles, but they were paying it no mind and both intently watching Serena and me. 

I turned and refocused on the breasts in front of me, now ashamedly looking forward to my last few blows. I picked out a particularly red spot on the outside of one of her breasts and aimed for it. I looked into Serena's eyes just before I let loose with two hard rapid slaps on that red spot. She cried out as her breast jumped and was immediately inflamed. Three more. I was getting emotionally and physically tired but I really wasn't ready to stop, I wanted more. With my next slap, I intentionally aimed just for her nipple. She let out her biggest scream, through her head back and her legs gave way underneath her as she fell against her arm restraints. 

Two more. I was waiting until she tried to get her legs back when Mr. Phelps came up behind me and said, "The last two must be your hardest yet or you will have to start all over." Then he proceeded to go behind Serena with his full erection and began to enter her from behind. I was taken aback until he said, "Two more!"

Serena was opened-mouthed as he pushed in and I stepped up and again aimed for nipple. I don't know if the guttural groan and shudder coursing through her body was me or Mr. Phelps, but it was fierce. I was grateful I only had one more because I don't know if I could go on but it had to be hard to avoid having to start over. Poor Serena, I just had to give her prefect nipples one more shot. It was where I had had the greatest effect over her and this one needed to be my hardest. 

While Serena was completely distracted by Mr. Phelps, I found the one place I hadn't struck yet, underneath her breast. I stepped a little to the side and slapped the underside of her nipple as hard as I could. Her breast shot upwards trying to follow its nipple as Serena squealed and orgasmed, flooding Mr. Phelps, down her legs, and ultimately dripping to the floor. 

My job was done but all I could do is stand there and watch. That's when Beth came up behind me and gently pulled me back a couple of steps and we watched. It was so surreal. I had never watched two other people having sex before and here I was just a few feet away. Serena was standing upright, held in place by her restraints and her feet were not that far apart. 

Mr. Phelps was entering her from behind. Even though he couldn't penetrate her fully at that angle, I could see where his incredibly large penis was running into the front of her vagina and being forced upwards to complete its stroke. Beth and I could see his penis push her vagina and her lower tummy out from where we stood. The pressure on the front of her vagina wall must have been intense. You could see orgasms streaming through Serena one after another until she was just hanging from her wrist cuffs. 

Finally, Mr. Phelps seemed satisfied with his total destruction of her and deposited his seed deep inside. After he pulled out, he wiped his penis on one of Serena's garments and left the room, leaving Serena for Beth and me to get down. It took a step ladder but we laid her down on the floor as she tried to catch her breath and get her wits about her. While waiting and looking at Serena's completely used and spent body, I had to admit a twinge of jealousy.



Tilly Ch. 05



The next few days were very nice; they have a beautiful pool and Mr. Phelps' gardening expertise was evident. I was worried that I had ruined any hope for a relationship with Serena but the next time we talked she made sure that I understood that we had pleased Sir John and that was all that ever mattered. I was enjoying the company of Beth and Serena as they were smart, funny and beautiful. 

Mr. Phelps was gone most days and I learned his business interests were much larger than what he did for daddy. Looking from the house, I even saw the "cute pool guy" several times as he took care of our pool. I don't think I could ever talk to him face to face after him seeing me so . . . exposed.

I thought maybe that Mr. Phelps would pay me a visit some night or invite me into his recreation room but no such luck. In fact I didn't see him approach the other two women either, although I'm sure things go on after dark that I don't see. Finally, one evening after dinner, Mr. Phelps asked me in front of everyone was I ready to see the special piece of equipment he had made just for me? I was tentative but also very ready. 

Going back in that room was the only thing I could think about as I lay in bed after that first night. We all got up and made our way into his recreation room. He led me to an odd looking small wooden platform with several rods and things coming up out of it. Anything metal was a pretty chrome and sturdy. The girls gently undid my clothing and slid it off until I was naked. I was bit self-conscious being the first time either of ladies had seen all of me. They led me to the apparatus and had me step in between the vertical rods and stepping onto the low platform. 

My feet were placed with my heels on risers of some sort that rose and fell with my weight. Everything seemed to have been made for someone of my small size. The girls step away and Mr. Phelps stepped up. From behind, he took my wrist and placed them in a double cuff like Serena had worn, but mine he didn't hook to anything. He took my arms, bent them at the elbow and drew them back on either side of the rod that ran up my back. He then slid a short pole through my elbows on the other side of the vertical rod effectively holding me up against it. 

With the pole through my elbows on the outside of the vertical rod and my wrists cuffed on the inside of the rod I could slide up and down but that was it. There was a rod in front of me with a tray of some sort on it and a shorter rod coming up between my legs. Mr. Phelps made some adjustments and then asked me to stand on my tippy-toes. I did and he took two clamps with strings and weights on the end threaded through a small roller crossbar and attached each on to my nipples. He adjusted the tray to hold the weights at the end of the strings. The clamps were enough to set my very sensitive nipples afire. It didn't help that the rod between my elbows pulled my shoulders back and forced my chest out, accentuating my small breasts. 

Being told to stay on my tippy-toes, Mr. Phelps was handed a large penis looking dildo thing by one of the ladies and attached it to rod between my legs. He adjusted it to where it entered me about a couple of inches. It was pretty large, got thicker at the bottom. It made me gasp a bit; thank goodness I had become lubricated with the clamps on my nipples. He stepped back next to Beth and Serena and studied me in the apparatus. I was still up on my toes when Sir John reached down to the base and flipped a switch. My heart gave a flutter but nothing happened. 

This was the point I realized, as my body shuttered in response to, that I found myself once again completely without control, I was totally at Mr. Phelps' mercy. He then said, "Okay, you can relax." "Ha!" I thought, "I'm not close to relaxing!" As I came off my toes, my elbows easily slid down the rod at my back. At the same time the fake penis pushed further up into me and the strings tightened over the little crossbar and lifted the weights off their tray pulling against my nipples. I couldn't lean forward to ease the stimulation because of my elbow restraint.

As I continued to come off my tippy-toes, the dildo pushed in further, the weights started swinging and then I received my biggest surprise. My heels came down on the riser which started the dildo vibrating. The combination of sensations made me immediately jump back onto my tippy-toes. The vibration stopped and weights settled back on their tray. It took a second to gather myself and looked out at my audience. 

Mr. Phelps was nodding his approval that everything was adjusted correctly and proceeded to sit down and relax in a chair to watch. I wasn't sure what the expectations were and nobody was saying anything but all eyes were on me and this odd contraption. As my calves tired, I again began to drop back down. I have to admit that the anticipation of what was to come had me quite excited. First the weights lifted off the tray and pulled my nipples from my chest. My over sensitive nipples were enough to take my breath away and send electrical shocks through my body. 

As the dildo pushed further into me it captured my full attention, and I found I was waiting for the vibrator to start as I continued my downward voyage. When the vibrator finally turned on, my body exploded. I could only handle it for few seconds before I had to lift back up on my toes. While I was trying to slow my breathing, I looked out, worried if Mr. Phelps was pleased or not. 

There, sitting on edge of his chair, Sir John had naked Serena kneeling between his legs with her face up against his crotch. His extremely large penis was fully inserted down in her throat. I was shocked. How had she done it? When she started to pull back I had to watch, I couldn't allow myself to drop back down the apparatus. The penis just kept coming out more and more, where had she put it? It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen, it just kept coming and coming out of her mouth as she lifted off this gigantic penis. It was like a magic trick, like pulling a hat rack out of a briefcase or something. I was mesmerized, I so wanted to be able to do that. I would do that someday.

My mind was swimming, I felt lightheaded and I sort of fell onto the apparatus. The weights yanked on my nipples and vibrating dildo surged into my vagina. My legs gave way and the dildo pushed as far in as possible. Its base felt thick enough to split me open. Orgasms were surging through me as I watched Serena begin to swallow Sir John once again. I had to find my legs or I would faint. I was delirious. 

Finally, I lifted myself off the switch and the vibrating stopped. Serena had Sir John completely engulfed again and was moving her throat up and down the base of his manhood. He was leaning back and the look on his face suggested he was ready to ejaculate. I've seen how much Mr. Phelps releases when he climaxes and couldn't image Serena handling it without choking. I wished I could see her from the front but this wasn't about me watching Serena but about Sir John watching me. As his face contorted, he placed his hands on the back of Serena's head holding her and pinning her nose against his stomach. 

From the back, I could see Serena lurching, her spine moving up and down from her trapped neck. I could tell he was enjoying the sensation of her choking around his penis. That was when I realized I was holding my breath until Sir John release her head and his member slid out from deep in her throat. She gasped for breath with his fluids dribbling from her mouth and I saw Sir John looking down at her with a smile. I wanted that smile too. 

My legs were getting weary and I started to sink back down onto the vibrator. I was totally consumed with anticipation that I didn't see the three of them get up and head to the door until they were already there. Mr. Phelps looked back at me, turned out the lights and left, closing the door behind him. I was left all alone, in the dark. Well, not alone, I still had this dog-gone contraption. I was having a hard time focusing with my nipples in clamps and the dildo breaching my small vagina. 

My legs again began to tire and cramp. I lowered on to my heels to avoid a cramp and pushed my invader deep inside, sending the vibrator into action. It jolted my body which made me jerk and shake which only sent the weights swinging from my nipples. I was in complete darkness but seeing flashes of colors as my body was overdosing on sexual stimulation. My little girl parts were being stretched to its maximum as I sunk deeper onto this thick dildo. My breasts were being pulled from one side to the other as the weights swung. 

I tried to push myself off the mechanism but couldn't muster the strength. In fact, my legs were betraying me as I was now almost sitting on the fully inserted dildo. I couldn't see them but I think the weights had reached the end of their stings and were now just stretching my nipples and breasts as far as my body had dropped. It was excruciating and set off a whole other level of orgasm. My arms started off worthless being trapped behind my back, my legs were the next to go out of sheer exhaustion, and now my whole body was collapsing. 

I don't know how long I was there in the dark experiencing revolving climaxes, I was no longer fully aware of time. The next thing I remember was my vagina stopped shooting electrical shocks through my body and I could feel the pressure on my breasts being relieved. Mr. Phelps was lifting me up and carrying me to a nearby padded table. My nipples were swollen, my body all sweaty, my hair a mess, and my little girl parts stretched to their limits. 

He laid me face down with my feet hanging over the edge, telling me I could not look sexier. My face was pressed against the pad with my arms just lying at my side. Sir John entered me from behind. I could feel my face moving back and forth on the table and could only hear my own soft grunts coming with every stroke. I'm so small that my feet couldn't touch the floor, so Mr. Phelps held me by my hips lifting me up onto his penis. I was surprised that I could feel anything down there after what I had just been through, but then I underestimated Sir John's size. 

His rapid assault on my tiny body made me think he had been very pleased with me. Not imagining that I could have a drop of juice left in my vagina, Mr. Phelps brought me to another extreme orgasm drenching him in my vaginal fluids as he pounded away. He must of have continued on for a while but I lost consciousness. I woke up some time later in my bed, my new bed in my new home.