Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Papa smooths a hand up my back and cups my neck. “No, sweet girl. We have not ever penetrated a Little girl at the same time. You will be our first. And our last.” He lifts a brow as he makes his point.
His brow furrows. “You believe me, don’t you, sweet girl? Sometimes you get a look on your face that makes me think you still doubt our feelings for you.”
I hold my breath. How could he possibly know about my occasional insecurities? “I know you love me,” I insist as Daddy removes his finger.
I relax my stiff body and push off the side of the tub so I’m standing.
Papa reaches over to turn off the water, while Daddy washes his hands in the sink.
Papa cups my face and stares at me, searching my eyes with a slight frown. “You’re our world, sweet girl. I know you’ve had a rough life, but that’s in the past. You’re ours now. Our sweet, special, sexy, funny, adorable Little girl. There’s no going back. It’s forever and ever. And we’ll tell you that as often as you need to hear it even if it’s for seventy-five years.”
I lick my lips. “Okay, Papa.” I trust him. I do. I trust Daddy too. I know they love me. But in my experience, love isn’t enough to sustain a relationship forever. People fall out of love. People develop interests that aren’t compatible with the other person.
I know I’m quiet and pensive during my bath. I’m exhausted too. It was a long day, and my Daddies waste no time bathing me, drying me off, and getting me tucked into their bed.
I’m glad they’re letting me sleep in the big bed and even more relieved when they both settle in at my sides. It’s hard for me to stay awake for my last bottle, and then I snuggle under the covers with my pacifier while Papa reads to me from the book about puppies.
I try to listen because I love hearing his voice and I’m intrigued by the information, but I’m fighting a losing battle. He barely reads an entire page before I drift off.
Chapter Ten
Exhausted nights become part of my routine. Every day we go to one of the Littleworld parks. Even though I nap at the park in the afternoon, by bedtime each night, I’m barely able to keep my eyes open.
I usually read while Papa and Daddy eat dinner, then bath time, then bedtime. The two of them sleep with me every night, which is a treat. They also spend time fingering my bottom each night either before or after my bath.
Actually that’s not the only time they touch my naughty hole. They’ve started doing so every time they change my diaper. Plus, they have put a larger plug in my bottom every morning, making me wear it for a few hours in the morning and then a few hours in the afternoon no matter where we are.
They were right. I’ve grown to anticipate the intimate naughty touch as well as crave it. They often leave my other hole alone and rub my clit so I’m forced to orgasm from anal penetration.
It’s kinky and hot, and every day I’m growing more and more curious to find out how good it will feel to have both of them inside me. I know they will do so by the end of the week. They have two goals in mind: preparing me and building the anticipation.
I love the zoo and the amusement park. I’ve had the most fun ever riding rides and seeing animals. Since I’ve never been to any zoo or amusement park, every day is exciting.
Today we’re going to the water park. I have more trepidation about this adventure. I can’t wait to go down the slides and float around in the lazy river my Daddies have told me about, but I still have anxiety about doing all of this topless.
It was one thing to sit at the beach without a shirt or swimsuit on, but at least I could go into my head, tune everyone else out around me, and focus on playing with my buckets and shovels in the sand.
The water park will be crowded. I’ll have to stand in lines with other Littles. There won’t be any way to avoid seeing their boobs and having them see mine up close and personal.
I wish I had bigger boobies like lots of other girls. Mine are embarrassingly small. In vanilla society, I can wear a pushup bra and make myself look more well-endowed. But I haven’t lived or visited vanilla society in a long time. I probably wouldn’t even like the feel of a bra strapped around me. I’ve grown used to the straps of a harness nowadays.
In fact, I’ve grown to enjoy the feel of the harness. I look forward to wearing it every day at the parks. I much prefer to walk on my own feet with my Daddies keeping me close using a leash than getting in and out of a stroller all day.