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)
“Ashley, sweety, do you want to taste Marianne’s pretty little cunt? Phil, that okay with you?”
My body seemed to grasp the blond daddy’s meaning before my brain did. I took a gasping little breath through my nose, and I felt my face twist into a pout of deep mortification. I looked up into Ashley’s face again, and I thought I could tell that she had never considered that possibility, any more than I had.
“Sure,” Daddy Phil responded. “We should definitely have them get friendly. Selecta told us to do that, right?”
“Yup,” Daddy Ned said. “Something about learning about their need to submit their sexuality to authority, something something rehabilitation.”
Daddy Phil laughed. I barely even heard it. Ashley and I had locked our gazes so deeply I felt like we had flown to the moon and we stood there looking at each other—no spacesuits, just two naked bad girls. Well, nearly naked, in Ashley’s case. Really, more than naked: the pretty pink lingerie somehow seemed to expose her even further, since her daddies must have dressed her in the lacy bra and panties just so they could enjoy themselves more when they took them off, or pulled them aside, to put their hard penises inside her.
I swallowed hard, because I felt certain that the expression on my face must look nearly identical to the one on Ashley’s: nearly as embarrassed, nearly as helplessly curious.
We should definitely have them get friendly. Daddy Phil had put a special sort of emphasis on “friendly” that brought a surge of blood to my cheeks just remembering it.
“Ashley, do I need to tell you to fetch your paddle? Answer me, sweety. Do you want to taste that sweet cunt?”
Her eyes said that she knew the right answer, as shameful as it would be. I felt my head start to shake slowly on the pillow, though I had no real idea what I intended to deny.
Ashley’s gaze didn’t waver. Our eyes stayed locked, mirroring both our shame and our need, as she answered very softly, in a little-girl voice that I thought must sound just like mine.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Well,” said Daddy Ned, “don’t dawdle, sweetheart. Go kiss Marianne’s little cunt.”
I supposed I hadn’t registered the dirty word before, or not really. I wasn’t even sure I had ever heard it spoken out loud before, except maybe in videos. The c-word. The filthiest, most degrading way to talk about a girl’s privates.
Ashley flinched at the sound, and I guessed that forced me to hear it fully myself: I shuddered, my fingers gripping the backs of my knees convulsively, as if I needed to stretch myself wider, to show my fellow fuck toy that I had a pussy, not a cunt.
My eyes traveled down Ashley’s body, past the pretty pink bra that looked like it could hardly contain her big, round breasts. I saw the perfect, smooth skin of her flat tummy. I saw Daddy Ned’s hand giving her pussy a final little squeeze before he put his hand behind her, to give her a little get-going pat on her almost bare bottom. I saw Ashley’s hips jerk when her daddy rubbed her down there, where she had gotten so wet, just like me.
Ashley stepped forward. It only took two tiny strides for her to get to the side of my bed. She started to climb onto the bed, so close now that I could hear her breath coming in short pants through her mouth.
Such a pretty little mouth, I thought. Is it watering to taste my… my… cunt? Blood rushed anew to my face at the idea that I could even think the word.
“Is she wet?” Daddy Ned asked. “Finger fuck her a little first.”
My tongue went out between my lips, licked at them, so unconsciously that I didn’t even know I had done it until I saw Ashley’s eyes go wide. The heat surged into my cheeks as I realized what I must look like, how I had just licked my lips at the prospect of another girl touching me that way. My own eyes got very big, and my mouth opened as if to say something in protest, but then Ashley looked down.
Just that… just the sight of her, casting her eyes downward to get such a close look at my bare, needy pussy, made me cry out softly. I saw that she had raised her right hand, supporting herself on her left as she crouched on all fours in front of me. She gazed down at everything my daddies had made me show… everything a bad girl fuck toy like me had to expose… to anyone who happened to come into the open door of her room…
I felt like I might hyperventilate, so quickly did the gasping breaths begin to come from my heaving chest. Gently Ashley laid her middle two fingers on my clit, pressing down and rubbing just a little. My whole body jerked with the forbidden pleasure.