Carol and I hurried out of the theatre, still laughing at the ending of the play while at the same time hurrying towards the car, knowing our baby-sitter would hate us if we were late. The road looked clear. Still chuckling we moved out into the road. The blare of the trucks horn drowned our screams as I felt Carol's limp body press against mine a moment before my own body was hurled across the street.
I woke, cold sweat on my body and my limbs still. The dream was still so vivid, despite the passing of three months. I lay in bed and fought down the panic, wishing again I could move or make some noise, some way I could tell the nurses I needed help. In the total silence of the private room and with just a small light coming in through the glass of the closed door I gave up trying to hold it in and let my hot pee soak over my loins, slowly drifting off to sleep again as the wetness started to grow cold around me.
As always the nurse was considerate. "It's all right Mr Bennett" she told me with a kind smile as she saw I'd wet myself. She took the sheets away and came back with a bowl and cloth to wash me. Dianne stood watching, blushing as she looked on my limp penis. The nurse was brisk as she cleaned my privates. She smiled at my daughter.
"You'll need to learn how to wash your father when he's released," she told her. Dianne licked her lips with bright cheeks.
"Will that be soon?" she asked timidly. The nurse gave her the towel and told her to dry me while we all waited for the doctor to come in. The nurse left, taking the soiled sheets. Dianne approached my side and glanced at my passive face. Timidly she began to dry me, starting on my belly, then my thighs. Lastly she reached my crotch and timidly stroked my sensitive skin with the soft towel. Staring at the white ceiling I tried to recall football matches I had seen as I felt the skin of my penis slowly stretch and grow still more tender. The soft stroking of the towel continued. I listened to Dianne's excited breathing and tried not to think of my stiff penis lurching with the soft touch of her naked fingers.
The door opened and Dianne gasped aloud. The nurse saw my state and smiled at my daughter.
"That often happens," she told my child as she closed the door and came across to stand on the other side of me. From her apron she brought out a small tube of Vaseline and placed a little on her own hand before holding it out to my daughter. Dianne nervously held her hand out and received a glob.
"Your father has little enough enjoyment in this world, being as he is," the nurse murmured as her long fingered hand slid around my shaft and expertly massaged it. Still looking at the ceiling I felt my member stiffen still further.
"Here, you try." I heard her say as my breath quickened.
For a few long moments my pulsing shaft was left bereft. Then timid little fingers curled softly around the shaft and, with her breathing competing against mine for speed and volume, moved up and down my shaft. If I could have groaned or cried out I would have. I wanted to lift my pelvis into her stroking, I wanted to tell her to go faster, to do it harder. I wanted to scream as I came, her hand trembling as it held my pumping cock, the nurse softly telling her how well she'd done as she used tissues to wipe away the flood of seed I'd spurted across my chest and belly. And unable to hide I lay there, unable to do anything but watch her looking at my cock slowly subside, her face hotly flushed and her hand glistening with the salve they'd used.
The following week I was let out. Dianne pushed my chair into the new flat and proudly showed me round. She finally showed me the bedroom, her voice grown quiet as we entered the large single room where there were two beds beside each other, a sunken bath at one end and a hoist to help her move me between chair, bed and bath. I had fought hard not to think of these private matters. Yet here, in one room with no privacy, was my whole future. Without a word she turned me back to the sitting room and placed me facing the large windows where I could watch the view. Timidly she kissed my cheek and promised to help me, then left me alone. After a while I dozed and dreamt.
The large war horse between my legs swung in response to my signal and crashed into the men on my right. Laughing loudly I spun my sword through an arc that had three men loosing half of their brains, then swung again to dispatch two more. My comrades did similar and we turned as one to race through their lines once more, cutting more down. A lance touched my thigh and it's owner lost his arm to die screaming under the bloody hooves of my horse. Then there were none left but the one or two who were fleeing the field and making for the woods. I laughed and stood in my stirrups, yelling at the sky while blood and gore dripped from my sword onto my hand and arm.
We rode into the village amid screams and yells, racing down on the older women and running them over with our horses while the younger ones we let run for their rude cottages. Ignoring the sport of my fellows I jumped down and flung my weight on the nearest door. With a loud splintering of wood it opened. Inside a young girl crouched in one corner, her hands pressed to her mouth, her whole body trembling. I grinned and reached for her hair, pulling her squealing towards the cot.
"Yes. You'll do!" I told her as I ripped her gown from her pale skinned body and looked at her quivering body on the cot. She looked eight or nine, her chest flat but for the dark circles of her nipples. Her hands lay squeezed to the junction of her girlishly slim thighs, but not before I'd seen the baby smooth roundness of her Venus mound, nor the fatty apex of her round lipped slit.
I grinned and undid my breeches. Her eyes widened as she saw my cock. I pushed down upon her, my knees forcing her strong young thighs apart. I gripped her wrists in one hand and fondled her lovely little nipples with the other before sliding my hand down to feel the warm fleshy sex between her now spread and struggling thighs.
Laughing down at her tear stained and terror filled eyes I pressed my cock to her little slit and slowly pressed myself into her, my laugh dying as I felt myself surrounded by her hot tight little cunt. Her scream of pain filled the room as I pushed, spearing and breaking her virginity. Then, with animal longing I fiercely fucked her little body, caring nothing for her cries of pain as I enjoyed the tight heat of her little cunt and lovely plump roundness of her buttocks in the palm of my hand.
Sated at last I rose. She lay as I left her, her thighs spread obscenely apart, her cunt covered in bright virgin blood. My cock still dripped my spunk and bright virgin blood over her pale belly and I laughed anew as I relieved myself over her face, my sour urine making her come round and splutter.
I woke and saw Dianne kneeling before me lightly shaking my shoulder and trying hard to smile.
"Sorry to wake you Daddy, but they told me I have to do this every four hours." She mumbled, her cheeks brightening before she moved out of sight to push me trough to the special toilet.
In silence she did what was necessary. I could only help by voiding when in the right position. Over and done with she turned me to the kitchen, feeding me the way she'd been taught, talking to me about this and that while I swallowed and looked at her and thought how pretty she was and what a shame she had to look after me all the time. Later we went for a walk; or she walked and pushed me round the park. Later still, seated before the TV watching play school, I fell asleep once more.
I felt the tightness of my breeches and waistcoat while the wig I wore made my scalp itch. None of this showed on my face as, being the head footman, I stood straight and still before young lady Jessica.
"You asked to see me Lady Jessica?" I murmured, keeping my eyes away from the globes her low cut morning gown showed off to such perfection.
"Yes John, though the reason escapes me for the moment. Just wait while I try and remember," she smiled and looked up at me with her large blue eyes. I remained still, but could not stop myself from tensing as I watched her eyes lower from my face and settle on my crotch. I was now even more aware of my tight breeches. I thought of my position; of what would happen if her parents were to enter the room and see anything but a normal footman standing beside their sweet and innocent young daughter. The thought terrified me, but not enough to stop myself from slowly stiffening.
As I grew so lady Jessica's eyes also grew.
"Why John! Such a large thing in your breeches!" she breathed, her little hand reaching out to lightly stroke it. I gasped but stayed still, hardly daring to believe her fingers were actually tracing my girth through the stretched fabric of my trousers.
"Let me see it John" she breathed, a single finger running down the outline of my shaft.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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