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)
I whimpered, and moaned, and cried out as his hips pounded into my bottom over and over. Around my knees the punishment panties felt like an echo in fabric of the metal chain that bound me to the wall, though both of those inanimate restraints seemed to dwindle in significance next to the way my daddy’s massive, strong hands secured my body exactly as he wanted it, for his pleasure in using the pussy he had deflowered only two days ago.
I came while Daddy Jacob enjoyed me, but the climaxes seemed smaller, and somehow more submissive—much less important than the one my daddy had inside me, as he growled into my ear and tightened his grip on my leg and my shoulder until I cried out in a helpless mixture of discomfort and shame and irresistible arousal. His massive penis pulsed inside me, and I knew my bear daddy had liked fucking my smooth little pussy, because he had pumped me full of his hot seed.
“Good girl,” Daddy Jacob murmured, kissing my jaw, and then right behind my ear, and making my whole body shudder with something that might have been the aftershock of an orgasm or the beginning of another one. As my brown-eyed daddy pulled his manhood out of my sheath, I let out a whimper of discomfort. Daddy Jacob’s enormous cock had left me very sore. I felt the bed shift as he removed his weight from it, and then I let out a little sob as another weight replaced my bear daddy’s.
I knew I wouldn’t find any pity from Daddy Phil, but alarm rose so high in my chest that I tried to turn around anyway. I saw him looming, just as big and just as naked as Daddy Jacob, his cock just as enormous and rigid and menacing.
“Please,” I tried. “Please, Daddy? Later?”
“You’re pretty sore, aren’t you, sweetheart?” Daddy Phil replied.
I nodded, desperately.
“That’s the way your daddies want you,” he said, though, and started to lie on his side, the same way Daddy Jacob had done before he had fucked me.
I let out a little cry of fear, and I thought, desperately, of something else. Still trying to turn, so that I could beam my plea into Daddy Phil’s blue eyes, I said, “Could I… Daddy, could I… suck your… your thing, maybe?”
I heard the words come out in my little-lady voice, and the contrast between that and the terribly dirty thing I had just said brought a wave of heat to my cheeks, as well as more distressingly down below. How could my pussy still want my daddies’ attention after everything they had put it through this morning?
Daddy Phil replied without words: he put his right hand on the back of my head and turned it so that I had to look at the wall. With his left he readjusted my posture, pulling my left knee even further up than Daddy Jacob had done.
“Wait!” I cried out. “Maybe… Daddy… maybe I…”
I felt the head of his penis press at the opening to my vagina, just parting the petals that guarded it so weakly. I whimpered. I said the shameful thing.
“Maybe I could have it in… in my bottom, instead?”
“No, Marianne,” said Daddy Phil. “I’m going to fuck your pussy now.” He didn’t drive into me the way I had expected him to do, judging from his words. Instead, he rubbed the tip of his cock along my inner lips, so that I shivered, and my back arched hard against him.
Daddy Jacob spoke from the foot of the bed. “That’s what this lesson is about, honey. Your little pussy belongs to your daddies completely. All of you does, but because a little lady’s vagina is such an important part of her, her daddies use it as hard as they want, whenever they want.”
The soft-hard head of my wolf daddy’s penis rubbed up and down. I whimpered.
“You weren’t kidding,” Daddy Phil said. “I’m not sure I’ve ever fucked a wetter pussy.”
That brought a sob of shame, but also a hard clench. My blue eyed daddy felt it: he chuckled.
The heat rose in a new surge, to the roots of my scalp, but now despite the soreness, I felt my hips push desperately back against my daddy’s, begging him for more fucking, as sore as I knew it would leave me.
“There we go,” Daddy Phil breathed into my ear, and at the same time, he thrust hard into my pussy, so that I screamed, the pain instantly becoming need—not pleasure, but a level of submission I hadn’t realized I possessed. I felt my body yield to my daddy’s as he began to fuck me, just as hard as Daddy Jacob had done.
I went somewhere else. I had begun to grow familiar with the detachment that my submissive needs seemed to bring when my daddies fulfilled them with harsh discipline and dominant fucking. Daddy Phil’s rigorous use of my pussy took me not into space, it felt like, but into another dimension where space didn’t mean anything, and time didn’t mean anything. All there was was my daddies, the bear one and the wolf one. The bear watched as the wolf did what he wanted to my little body. The wolf didn’t care that it hurt my pussy to have to take his huge manhood into my little sheath. He growled into my ear, and he kept thrusting that long, thick shaft inside, because it made him feel good.