Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 66851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
“Hold still and feel it now,” I told her, hearing the strictness in my voice and knowing how it would affect her. I thrust harder and harder, my lap slapping up against her still-bright-red ass. She whimpered as she learned how her daddy’s ball-sack tasted, moaned as she felt the rock-hard penis moving in her pussy.
Suddenly, I felt my climax start to boil in my own scrotum. As if she could sense it, from my rhythm or even the way my manhood throbbed inside her, Marianne screamed as she, too, went over the edge. Her pussy clenched hard again, drawing a shout of ecstasy from deep in my chest. With a final drive into her tight sheath, I came at the same time she did, shooting her newly-opened pussy full of hot sperm as she sobbed her orgasm out into her daddy’s balls, kissing them over and over.
Marianne
Daddy Phil’s turn came next. Since I had come with Daddy Jacob fucking me so hard, his enormous penis pulsing out his own climax, I felt like I had gotten so far away from my own body that I hardly noticed when my two tall daddies changed places. Their hands seemed to become four hands of the same dominant man, the same firm-handed daddy who meant to get his pleasure no matter what it might do to his bad girl, his little lady in training… even more strangely, though the Marianne who had traveled to another galaxy didn’t notice the weirdness, their hard penises seemed to belong to the same daddy, a strong man who knew how to teach a naughty girl the kind of lesson she would never forget.
The brown-eyed daddy stood in front of me. He didn’t make me take his cock into my mouth, bearing as it did the evidence that I used to be a virgin, until he had claimed me for his own. He showed it to me, though, not as hard but still frighteningly big, and he stroked it casually in his left hand as he held my face in his right, so that he could make certain I saw what he wanted me to see.
Then I felt Daddy Phil’s hardness, moving up and down until I heard myself moan, and then thrusting in hard, just as hard as he had paddled me with my new pink paddle. He put one hand on my shoulder and the other on my waist, and his huge, rigid penis felt like a jackhammer inside me, pressing all the way to my cervix and making me cry out with every stroke.
I could smell my need, and see the proof of it on my daddy’s cock. I could feel my other daddy’s hardness surging inside me, filling me over and over, each little wave of discomfort somehow also bringing a bigger wave of wanton arousal.
“Look at me, honey,” Daddy Jacob growled, tilting my chin up.
My cheeks filled with heat to equal the warmth between my thighs. I turned my eyes up to meet the gaze of the man who had deflowered me. He had a little smile on his lips, framed by his dark whiskers, that made my heart skip a beat. It meant that he thought I was a good fuck toy, that my pussy had made him feel good despite it never having had a penis in it before.
“Come for Daddy Phil just like you did for me.”
I didn’t know if Daddy Jacob actually had the power to command my body that way, but it definitely felt like his instruction caused my second climax to crash over me, shooting through my nervous system in an instant. Daddy Phil fucked me all the way through the orgasm, making it go on and on and on as I looked into Daddy Jacob’s deep brown eyes. A cry of soreness and submission and pleasure emerged from my open mouth every time I felt the hips of the daddy behind me slap against my punished bottom, while the daddy in front of me gazed down with satisfaction on my terrible lesson.
After the penis in my pussy had spurted inside me, filling me again with hot semen, I hardly noticed my daddies carrying me to what I vaguely understood must be my room. I definitely didn’t notice then what I realized as soon as I woke up the next morning, that though my room didn’t have a lot of space, it had everything I needed: a desk, a chair, a video screen—plus something I didn’t, the king-sized bed in which I awoke, big enough, as I realized immediately, for a bad girl and two enormous daddies.
It also, currently, had another girl standing in the doorway, red-haired and busty—and, like me, naked. Or not completely nude, I noticed: this girl, who I realized must be my fellow SRD, the one assigned to the daddies on the night shift, had underwear on. They weren’t the kind of panties I would have expected at all, though. I felt certain that men like my firefighter daddies, once they allowed their fuck toy to wear clothes, would make her wear lacy lingerie, sexy stuff that revealed more than it concealed. The red-headed girl’s panties were white, and seemed to be made out of thick cotton. They also looked quite tight—almost painfully so.