Raising Little Tabby Jack Part Four by BikeWriter

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Raising Little Tabby Jack

This is the ongoing story of a rape, torture, and snuff victim who survived.

I decided to load the bike into the truck. I had portable ramps but Rex had a big one there at the shop. It was easier to use, so I backed the truck up to the ramp. I loaded the bike and strapped her tightly to the truck with cargo straps. We drove on over to the motel. Tabby walked into the room, and turned to me. “Jack,” she told me, “I’d like to change into some of these fresh clothes, but we’ve made love an embarrassing number of times and I’m sticky.” I told her, “No problem, Love. We’re paid up here until noon tomorrow anyway. Let’s take a shower.”

We both shucked our clothes, and I made sure the door was locked. I put my pistol on the stool in the bathroom within easy reach of the shower. We got into the shower and enjoyed scrubbing each other off. As soon as Tabby scrubbed my prick it got hard as a rock. She said, “Mmm, that looks yummy and clean now!” Mrs. Wilson went to her knees and sucked my cock into her warm mouth! I gasped, “Oh, Baby! That feels so damned good, but you’re the one I’m supposed to be doing sex therapy on.

Let’s get dried off and go to bed. We’ll be up and out of here before noon.” My wife wasn’t going to argue with an offer like that. We went to bed, with my pistol, of course. “Okay, Darling, We’ve had several kinds of sex. Is there anything you have questions about or would like to try next?” I’ve known her all her life, and by the way she was cutting her eyes around I could tell she was wondering about something. I kissed her and told her, “Sweetheart, this is Jack here. I was there for your birth and helped your dad cheer your mom on, I’ve changed your diapers, and we’re married. You can ask me absolutely anything.”

“Okay, it’s about butts, Jack. I hated butt sex before, when, you know, the incident happened? You’ve had your tongue in my butt today, and your fingers, and your prick, and I loved it! I even asked you to stick it in my butt. Do men like it too?” I’m thinking, leave it to Tabby to put me on the hot spot! “Okay,” I told her. “That’s a fair question, Love and I will answer you as best I can. That’s called anal sex.

There are some men who are attracted to other men, and some of them have anal sex with their partners. That’s their thing, it’s what they like and no business of anyone else. Other men, but not all, like doing it to women, like you asked me to do and we did a few hours ago. We both enjoyed it. Sometimes women do it to their men to heighten their sexual enjoyment. Men have what is called a prostate gland and digital massage of it will usually lead to a a stronger and more enjoyable ejaculation.”

Tabby asked, “So you’ve had it done to you? Did you like it?” I had to be honest with her. “I’ll answer you honestly. This is our wedding day, and I won’t start lying to you now. The answers are yes, and yes. From my experience, it’s usually a spontaneous thing done as a very intimate favor during mind blowing sex and might never even be discussed again.” The intuitive youngster had an answer for that too. She said, “Then most relationships are not as open and honest as ours.” I had to admit, “You got that right, too, Sweetheart.”

Tabby began to pout, and I was afraid I knew the reason. I told her, “Okay, my Love. Tell me why you’re pouting.” Her sensuous lower lip pooched out so pitifully, I had to lean to her and kiss it! She had me literally by the short hairs, I knew it, and I think she knew it. I also knew I would have to polish my wits if I hoped to ever hold my own with her! She nailed my hide to the wall when she said, “Fact one, you’ve let other women stick their finger up your butt. Fact two, you said you enjoyed it. Did you love them more than you love me?”

She looked heart broken, and I still haven’t figured out if the little imp was toying with me. I think so, but it mattered not. Tabby owned my heart and soul! I truthfully told her, “My Darling, I have loved some of the women I’ve been with before you, but I am madly in love with you, and I guess I always have been. There’s the difference.” She knew she’d won. Damn it, she knew she had me! She proved it by smiling like an Angel and saying, “Okay, then show me how to do it to you.”

I laughed and told her, “Okay, Love. Can the vanquished have a kiss before taking a finger in the ass?” She laughed and kissed me passionately and artfully, I might add. I told her, “Get into a position where you can see my anus, or rosebud, as it is sometimes called in erotic stories.

Wet your finger, usually the longest one is used, as in the hand signal ‘fuck you’. Do this palm up, because you will want to curl your finger up, after you’re inside. I felt your finger enter me. Is your finger all the way in? Okay, now curl your finger. Yes, that spongy thing you feel is my prostate gland. Now rub it gently, with your finger going in and out and around.” Tabby was looking up at me with a gorgeous intent look on her face as she followed my instructions. My prick stood straight up in salute to her efforts!

Tabby said, “Oh, I see, thank you, Jack!” I said, “No, Baby, thank you!” Her lips, mouth, and other hand surrounded my stiff prick. Oh, my Tabby is a fast learner! I knew it wouldn’t be long now. She was making me freaking crazy, or crazier, as the case may be. After a few moments of her sweet mouth and hands worshiping my cock and the prostate massage my thighs tensed, and I began an almost involuntary thrusting up into her hot mouth.

“Sweetheart,” I warned her, “I hope you’ve had a tonsillectomy, if not you’re about to!” I began cumming load after load of jism into her beautiful mouth, and she swallowed, oh, yes, my sweet Love swallowed every drop!” Have I mentioned I’m crazy about Tabby?

“Oh, Baby!” I moaned, “I love you! Will you marry me?” She laughed and pounced onto my chest. She rubbed noses with me and grinned wickedly, knowing full well how she affected me! She kissed me and said, “Don’t be silly, I’ve already married you once today!” I said, “Oh, that’s right, I almost forgot, that was before the fireworks display that blow job and finger wave gave me! Is there anything else you’d like to know or try?”

My Darling said, “Oh, I don’t know, Jack. I love everything you do to me, please do something to me!” I told her, “Your wish is my command, my Princess.” I kissed her for a few minutes as I fondled her body while I recovered. My darling was becoming so very responsive to my touch it both amazed and excited me.

I was using one hand on her and watching her face for her reactions. She was so beautiful! I told her, “You must be my Soul Mate, Love. No other woman could ever mean as much to me as you do!” She began humping slowly into my hand.

She told me, “I’ll tell you a secret nobody knows, Lover. When I learned how to print in pre-school I began printing, ‘Tabby loves Jack’ on everything, then I decided we were going to be married and be together forever. In the years since, I’ve written ‘Tabitha Jackie Moore Wilson’ at least a million times, and that’s a conservative estimate. I have reams of paper in a closet at home with those two things written on it as if it were Magic to bind you to me!”
I had to kiss my Love, this was so precious a secret to share, and I could visualize her doing it. She told me, “I have never, ever had a crush on anyone else. Mom, and dad, knew it, of course. They never discouraged my love for you. I hope they know you’re protecting me now!”

That brought tears to both of our eyes. I told her, “They never had any doubts I’d protect you when they were alive, Sweetheart. If there is an afterlife they know we are together and still loving them. I’m sure somehow they will be together for eternity, as I hope we will be.”

I decided that was enough sadness, and told her, “Have I told you lately you are the hottest woman on this planet?” My wife shut me up very shortly, she said, “Don’t tell me Jack, show me!” I rolled her over on her belly and kissed her all over her back and gorgeous ass, paying special attention to the adorable little V above the crease of her ass. I entered her pussy from the rear. I was watching the side of her sweet face as I searched out her G-spot with the head of my prick. She let me know when I’d found it.

She moaned and I kissed her. Her butt made a delightful cushion for my pelvis. I slipped both hands underneath her, one to her clit, the other to a nipple. I supported my weight off her with my upper arms and thighs. My little love moaned louder and began to shove her luscious ass up to me She had her first intense orgasm after about twenty minutes. I bent to kiss her sweet cheek, then planted kisses on her shoulders and back. I kept up my stroking. Her hot little pussy felt so fine on my cock!

I knew if it were left up to me, I would never be with another woman in my life. We’d been going at this for another thirty minutes or so when I whispered in my Darling’s ear, “My no good jive ass trifling days are over, my Love! You are my love and my life!” I’ll be damned if that didn’t put her over the top again! She moaned, she oohed, and she purred. I decided I’d settle for nothing less than screams, and increased my pace until I was slamming it into her! Her beautiful little ass was coming up to meet my strokes and my hand playing with her clit was sopping wet with her juices and my precum.
I knew she was due to cum any minute, and began pinching her nipple between my fingers that were cupping her one breast in time with my slamming of her pussy. I took my hand off her clit, and she reached for it herself. She was learning to recognize my cues as I led her down a path to so much more orgasmic bliss!
I reached my free hand up to cup her other breast and began pinching that nipple too, not enough to hurt, but enough to stimulate her sensitive breasts. She went rigid and missed a beat in her fucking up into me, then she went spastic on me. My Precious screamed my name and cried and it was like my balls heard her and knew they could let loose too! Spurt after spurt of cum spewed from me as my hips and thighs reacted to the exquisite feeling in my prick. I collapsed on her, breathing hard, until I realized I might be squashing my Darling. I rolled off her, then she sprawled atop me and we held each other close as we gasped for air.
I woke to hear, “Jack, look. Here’s Faye Raye and King Kong on the news! I turned the set on to see if it had the time on it, and there we were leaving the hospital.” The network ran through that, then segued to a scene of an outraged fundamentalist minister threatening me with eternal damnation for my sinful treatment of Tabby. “Damn them!” I shouted, “They taped that outside our motel door! Get the things in the bathroom together, Love. We don’t know when they started airing this. I’ll load up the things in here. Where’s your revolver?”
Tabby’s mouth dropped open, and the tears started flowing. “Oh no, I’m so sorry, Jack! I forgot, it’s in my purse in the truck!” I hugged my darling and kissed her and handed her my .45. I told her, “Take mine, Love, and keep it next to you or in your hand, you know where the safety is. Gather our things in the bathroom, I’ll hurry out to the truck and bring your revolver in to you!”