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)
My left hand tried to go up, in search of my nipple, as my body sought desperately for some way to bring relief, or at least the start of it. I found an instant later that Daddy Jacob’s hand had taken hold of that wrist. I turned to look up at him, and saw his serious brown eyes gazing down at me.
“No, honey,” he said simply. “Go kneel in front of Ashley and watch.”
“Oh, God,” I breathed. I couldn’t… but I did. Daddy Phil put his hand on my bottom. I could feel it there, pushing me forward, but it didn’t really put pressure on the bruised skin. I let out a sob: I would have done almost anything even to feel the discomfort from my belt whipping. I stepped forward, and I got on my knees there, right in front of the couch. Right in front of Ashley’s pussy.
The sound of her moan changed a little, got a bit more whimpery, and I wondered if the sound meant she felt as embarrassed as I did, to have me watching Daddy Ned’s hardness go in and out of her soaking sheath. I could smell the terribly naughty scent of it, the musky fragrance of a helplessly needy girl with a cock inside her.
Ashley gasped as Daddy Ned lifted her completely off him. I saw his huge manhood jutting upwards, and then he was holding her up on one hand while the other repositioned the head of his cock, moving it rearward.
“Oh, no,” I whispered. Something about seeing it, from that close by, seemed dirtier even than having my daddies do it to me.
Ashley cried out, because her daddy put his hard penis in her bottom hole. I watched him open her there, push the head of his throbbing shaft into the wrinkly pink flower.
“Eat that cunt,” Daddy Ned grunted, as he lowered his bad girl further and further onto his manhood, stretching that tiny opening more and more. “Help your new friend enjoy her ass-fucking.”
I felt my face twist into a pout of dismay. I turned to look behind me at my daddies, standing and watching the shameful spectacle.
“Do it, Marianne,” Daddy Phil said in his most wolfish voice. “Obey Daddy Ned. It’s time for you to taste another girl’s pussy.”
I turned my eyes imploringly to Daddy Jacob. He didn’t say anything: he just narrowed his eyes and tilted his head a little, half a nod. He studied me, and despite the hot shame of the moment, I again felt like my bear daddy meant to make sure he took care of me: even this terrible, mortifying duty would help make me a better girl, his eyes seemed to tell me.
I turned back to look at Ashley’s pussy. It looked very red from all the fucking her daddy had done there. Daddy Ned had started to make her ride his cock again, this time with its huge bulk in her anus, and I heard her scream around Daddy Paul’s hardness, a little scream for each time Daddy Ned invaded her asshole anew.
“See if you can make her come, Marianne,” grunted Daddy Paul, from high above me. “I bet you can do it.”
I bit my lip, felt my brow furrow hard. I took a little breath through my nose and smelled the terribly naughty smell again, and this time it made my mouth water. I felt blood flood into my face as I leaned my head forward.
On Daddy Ned’s big, strong hands, Ashley’s pussy stayed firmly in place, as she straddled her daddy’s massive thighs. My breath came shallowly, panting from my mouth. I leaned forward a little more, and I heard myself whimper as I placed a pouting kiss on the wrinkled hood of my new friend’s clit.
“That’s nice,” Daddy Paul said, condescension dripping from his words, “but that’s not going to make this bad girl come. Eat that cunt.”
I let out a little sob of degradation. I put out my tongue and, still sobbing, I started licking Ashley’s pussy. I moved my tongue up and down, trying desperately to do for her what she had done for me. She tasted salty, and I thought I could taste a masculine flavor, too, left behind by Daddy Ned. His huge cock flashed up and down right in front of me, as he impaled the tiny anus, and though I started to feel faint, it made me try even harder to make Ashley feel good.
Her noises changed: her cries had a rising note, now, as if the pleasure inside her had started to build towards something.
“That’s it,” Daddy Ned said. “Lick my balls, you little slut.”
“Oh, no,” I whispered, but I did that, and they tasted a little like Ashley’s pussy, because she had gotten so wet that her need had anointed her Daddy’s scrotum.