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)
“But… Daddy,” I said, misunderstanding. “You and Daddy Phil… you’ve already done that.”
“We’ve used your mouth and your pussy or your bottom at the same time,” Daddy Jacob said gently.
I felt my eyes go very wide. “But…” I started. “But you… you can’t…”
“We can and we will, honey,” Daddy Jacob said. “And Daddy Ned and Daddy Paul are going to share your mouth while we fuck your pussy and your bottom.”
They lowered the table, first of all. My heart beat wildly as Daddy Jacob lifted me up again and held me in the air while Daddy Phil lay down on his back. I hadn’t ever ridden one of my daddy’s cocks before, but when my bear daddy lowered me astride my wolf daddy, it felt terribly strange and embarrassing. I sobbed with pleasure as I felt Daddy Phil’s huge, hard penis filling me up, but when my knees reached the top of the fucking table on either side of my daddy’s hips, I didn’t know what to do.
I wondered for a moment if I was supposed to be in control, but Daddy Phil made it clear in a moment: he took hold of my bottom and started to move my pussy on top of his hardness, so that it felt more like my daddy was riding me than that I was riding him. I cried out at the pain in my whipped bottom, but the almost-instantaneous approach of an orgasm presented a much worse problem.
“Please…” I said as I felt myself lifted and lowered by my wolf daddy’s strong arms. I had closed my eyes because the sight of his lean, muscular, naked body seemed to cause the pleasure to multiply out of control. “Please… I want…”
“We told you,” Daddy Phil growled. “You’re not allowed to come.”
“But…” I begged. “But…” I wanted to clarify my pleading, but I couldn’t seem to say anything that made sense.
Daddy Jacob spoke, and he accompanied his words with a soothing hand on my back that seemed to make the thought of what was to come bearable.
“I think Marianne means that she wants to be a good girl and not come,” he said, moving the hand downward to rest on my cuffed wrists.
I nodded wildly, and I opened my eyes to look down at Daddy Phil’s lust-filled face as he moved my pussy on his rigid manhood. I tried to think of other things… spreadsheets and industrial fittings… office things. Daddy Phil slowed his rhythm a little, and that helped, too. I didn’t know how I could stave off a climax for all of what was to come, if it felt this good, but my bear daddy had gotten it exactly right: I felt desperate to be a good girl for all of them, and to follow their rules.
“Spread those cheeks for me,” Daddy Jacob said to Daddy Phil. “Ashley, you kneel down, honey, while your daddies fuck Marianne’s face, and the two of you can take turns.”
The duty not to come got easier, then. Daddy Phil pulled the terribly sore halves of my bottom apart, and I felt the head of Daddy Jacob’s cock up against the tiny hole there. Daddy Ned took his turn in my mouth first, while Daddy Paul used Ashley’s. I cried out around the hot, thrusting shaft as I felt my bear daddy push inside me, stretching my anus and invading my bottom while Daddy Phil held my backside still and thrust upward with his hips to drive his hard penis into my vagina in an easy rhythm.
Not two daddies at once, but three. Three cocks, using me, filling me, possessing me. The galaxy where the distant observer Marianne resided seemed to get even further away… to slide into a different dimension, where I floated in a state between pain and pleasure, need and release. I didn’t feel close to an orgasm anymore, though I thought that if my daddies allowed it I could have one, on their command.
My eyes saw Daddy Ned’s lap, coming and going. If I moved them a little to the side, I could see Ashley having her own face fucked by Daddy Paul. Down below… down below… did it feel good, the way my daddies used me?
It felt right, somehow. It felt like I was learning my lesson—the lesson my daddies wanted to teach me above all else… that I belonged to them, and they would train me precisely as they thought best. Their huge, rigid cocks moved in and out, in my two holes, the right one and the wrong one. They grunted with pleasure.
Daddy Paul and Daddy Ned changed places. Daddy Paul pushed his cock even further into my throat and held my face against his lap, balls deep, for even longer.
From somewhere—another dimension, another world, another self—I heard them start to talk about what a good girl I was being. I glowed with pride…