Nanish presses firmer against my pussy, making the vibrations more obvious.
Bamgin sets the remote down and presses against my bladder. “Pee, Baby girl. Pee because I’m ordering you to do so. Wet your diaper because you want to please us.”
I buck my hips, fighting the urge to obey him. He can’t really train me to pee on command, can he?
Except I know he can. They can train me to do anything because I want to be their good girl. I want to see their faces light up when I obey any order, even one to urinate.
They don’t need to train me. I’m already trained. I’m already theirs in every way. I relax my body and obey the order, releasing my bladder against the pressure of my Papi’s hand.
I’m panting as I finish, and my heart beats fast as my Papis smile at me.
“Such a good girl,” Nanish praises.
“So obedient,” Bamgin adds.
Without bothering to move me to the changing table, they quickly remove my diaper and clean me up. Nanish eases the toy out of me, leaving me feeling empty and needy. That was the point.
Instead of carrying me to their bedroom, Bamgin sets me on my feet and pats my bottom. “Come.”
My legs are wobbly.
They both walk backward, watching me follow. They enjoy watching me walk naked. I’ve seen them staring before. It turns me on when they look at me like that.
When we reach the giant bed that all three of us will share from now on, Nanish lifts me up and lowers me into the middle. I’m trembling as the two of them flank me, one on each side. They still have on their usual soft black pants. I’m used to staring at their chests. Every inch of them is chiseled perfection. I could stare at them moving around the house for hours. Sometimes I do.
I lick my lips as they each lift a hand and kiss my fingertips before piercing my pointers at the same time.
“We need to explain something to you, Little one,” Nanish says.
My trembling subsides because they chased it away with their quills. I should not be this calm, but I am. They didn’t inject me with any sort of aphrodisiac, so I’m not writhing with need. I experience a low-level constant horniness at all times. That will likely never go away. But they can manipulate me into needingrelease in seconds. Why haven’t they now? Because of what they need to tell me?
Bamgin sets my palm on his cheek. “Do you remember us telling you that our semen is very potent, Baby girl?”
I frown. “Yes.” I’d forgotten. “You said when it touches me, I’ll get hornier. You also said I can’t get pregnant.”
“You can’t get pregnant. That’s true,” he continues. “But the other part is important. Touching our essence will affect you in ways none of the three of us can fully comprehend until we experience it. We’ve heard about it. We’ve never witnessed it, of course.”
Nanish strokes my fingers. “It will drive your arousal to unimaginable heights. Over time, we’ll learn how much you can tolerate. You’ll gradually build up a tolerance to it, too. We’ll find out if you can touch it in small doses. Perhaps you’ll be able to taste it, perhaps not. We can’t be sure. Some Little girls are eventually able to lick it or endure small amounts on their skin. Others react strongly every time.”
I stare at him. “I don’t see how I could be more aroused than I am already. You both drive me to the edge of sanity when you touch me.”
Nanish smiles. “Multiply that feeling by a hundred. That’s what we’re told. Because of that, we will enter you this first time at the same time. We will do our best to orgasm at the same time. As soon as we fill you with our come, we will whisk you to the basin and wash our semen off you, inside and out. You will fight us. You will want us to fuck you again. Your skin will be crawling with the need to be filled over and over. But that’s not safe. We don’t want to hurt you. You’ll be sore. You’ll need some time to heal before we take you again. You won’t be able to remember this conversation or care about it at the time, but that’s what’s going to happen.”
I swallow hard, trembling again. I want this so badly, but now I’m even more scared. What they’re describing seems impossible.
My fingers are brought to their mouths again. They each suck my middle fingers this time, suck and prick until my body relaxes.
“We’ll always do what’s best for you, Baby girl,” Nanish says.
“Always,” Bamgin agrees.
They slide down next to me, each resting on a hip, stroking my body, making me want more. They lift my arms above my head, tuck them in the crooks of their bent elbows, and trap them.
I’m already panting as they pet me. Each of them still has a free hand. It’s uncanny how in sync they are. Without words, they mimic each other. This time, they lift my legs, part them wide, and tuck them between their thighs.
My arousal grows like it always does when I’m pinned down. The intensity of their gazes makes me writhe. I don’t have much ability to move, though. All I can do is arch my chest or buck my hips a few inches.
My Papis smooth their huge hands along my inner thighs, teasing me, inching closer and closer to my pussy until I’m dripping wet with no contact. They pull my folds open, exposing me further, making me crave more. When they lean in to suckle my nipples at the same time, I cry out. I’m so close to orgasm already.
