Little House Lewd: Chapter 7

In her sleep Laura felt hot. Two points on her chest tingled and caused bolts of pleasurable sensations where the belt rubbed her. Tiny moans whined out of her as her spine arched, pushing her chest against what rubbed there. Suddenly the rubbing turned to a soft firm grip that began to gently tug on those points.

She came awake with a loud moan that she tried and failed to stifle behind her hands. Awake, the sensations were even stronger. She had never felt anything like it before. All at the same time it was the most intoxicating thing she had ever felt, and yet the most vexing as well. She wanted it to go on, become more acute, and also wanted it to stop. It was too much, not enough, and everything she could ever want all at once.

It seemed like this went on for a long time before she realized how shameful the noises coming out of her were, but she could not stop. The tugging became interspersed with fast flicking that seemed to make the teased bits of flesh bob and bounce just to be held firmly and rolled.

She writhed, her back pressed against the length of Mr. Brewster as he tormented her. The little nub inside the belt could be coaxed over her bud if her hips moved in just the right way, and she found quickly she was unable to stop her body from repeating the humping motion over and over as if she were trying to rub herself on thin air.

Desperately, she reached down thinking to press the belt more firmly against that desperate little piece of herself.

Immediately one of those tips was released and her hand captured, her arm twisted almost painfully behind her back.

“You want something to play with you can play with this,” Mr. Brewster’s gruff wooden voice said low near her ear.

Her hand wrapped around his burning hot hardness. Still half asleep and mind overwrought with sensations, she did not think to protest. All she could think was that she needed that second tip to be stimulated again or she would go mad.

“Please touch it again,” she begged, voice slurring in tiredness.

“You move your hand and I’ll touch you,” he agreed.

She had just enough range of motion to be able to stroke most of the way up his shaft and eagerly did so. A few such strokes earned her that delicious awful touch on her tip again. In the moments since it was released it had grown cold and somehow even more sensitive. Her hips bucked, trying harder and harder to rub into the belt. One of his long legs came around hers and she found herself rolled over on top of him, his legs over hers to old them wide open and stop her from moving her hips.

“The belt is to protect your chastity, remember?” Mr. Brewster asked. “That means it protects against you touching too.”

Laura wanted to respond that that was ridiculous, but his fingers flicking her nipples kept her from being able to speak. All she could do was moan and move her hand across his shaft.

In the back of her mind she began to realize what was happening. It was slow to become conscious thought. She was not fully awake and the pleasure snapping like electric shocks across her chest fought off her better judgments, but finally she somewhat knew the reality of the situation.

Laura had only touched herself a few times in her whole life, but none of those very limited explorations had felt anything like what was happening to her now. She could not properly think around her growing desperation.

The position flipped again, and Laura found herself facedown on the bed. Mr. Brewster wrenched her other arm behind her so that both her small hands formed a channel for his hardness. He gripped her elbows to hold her in position. His jarring thrusts and the weight pressing on her elbows sent jolts of pain up her back. She felt him becoming slick in her hands, her throbbing nipples scraped against the rough fabric of the straw tick mattress through the sheet. Beneath the belt her button pulsed, crushed against the metal wall but unable to get any stimulation.

Boiling hot liquid spewed up her back. It seeped through her nightgown and barely missed getting in her hair. The weight lifted off her. She slowly, shakily sat up on her knees, panting and hot and sensitive and absolutely disgusted.

She was fully awake now. She knew what had happened. Even in her sleep, she could hardly believe how she had reacted to being touched by a man she did not like in a way she knew was inappropriate. She was more than ashamed at how desperate she had been to get stimulation inside the belt, ashamed at her own animalistic reactions. Worse of all, she was horrified at how desperately she wanted to be touched again.

In the dark she saw that Mr. Brewster had rolled over and bent his body around his wife who was on the outside edge of the bed. One arm was wrapped over her waist. Laura realized he was not doing anything to her but hugging against her. The sight looked so caring that Laura felt even worse about the need she was in.

Careful to not disturb them, Laura crawled out of bed and went to the front room. At the wash basin she did her best to clean the spots on her night gown. She tried to also clean herself and was brought to a deeper level of shame to see just how much of a mess she was.

This was enough to finally dampen the desire. By the time she has cleaned up she was freezing, but no longer aroused. She carefully crawled back into the bed next to the cuddling couple, leaving her more lonely than she thought she could be.