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Oh my goodness, she was going to get rubbed down by all three of them? Sometimes getting so much attention still made her feel self-conscious—who was she to deserve this?—but mostly she’d learned to accept it, relish it, bask in it. And this would be one of those times. She would stretch out and accept this luxury like a cat who felt entitled to a ray of sunshine.
Chapter Eleven
Cosima
It felt like an hour that her daddies had been rubbing the cream into her skin, soothing sore muscles even as they made her groan when they dug fingertips into bruises. And while it had started out as a very sweet and gentle massage, it had evolved some. To tugs on her hair, pinches and slaps to tender skin, spreading her legs, cuffing the back of her neck with a firm grip.
Mmm, mm-hmm, this was nice, very nice. And she couldn’t help it if even after three days of debauchery her body still wanted more. Maybe a little easy on the pain—wouldn’t take much to make her squeal and yelp anyhow—but she wanted them. All of them.
“You want to play, baby?” Daddy asked, a tinge of admiration in his question.
“Mmm,” she hummed as Papa spread her ass cheeks, kneaded her enflamed buttocks. “More like be played with.”
“Course, course,” Papa teased. “Such a lazy little girl. Should we get some palm fronds to fan you and feed you peeled grapes?”
“I mean, I wouldn’t say no that that.”
She got a light smack to her backside that made her hiss and then giggle. It was true she wouldn’t say no to being spoiled like that, but it was also true her daddies knew better how she’d like to be spoiled.
“Maybe after we’re through with you,” Papa told her, pulling her cheeks apart and running his thumbs along either side of her cleft but without actually touching her back entrance, and getting agonizingly close to her soaked pussy without penetrating her. Big meanie meanerson.
“Hey Huds, toss me some lube and a medium plug?”
Yes.
Daddy gave Papa what he’d asked for, fishing the items out of a drawer—thank goodness they’d stocked the place before bringing her in here. Almost like they’d known there would be a bacchanal happening in this bed, in this room, sooner rather than later. Imagine that.
Papa wasted no time before pushing the plug inside her, and then toyed with it, pushing and pulling, twisting and rotating until she was panting and arching her back because she wanted more. Almost always more. One of the greatest gifts her daddies gave her was satisfaction without actually harming her. So wonderful.
“Let’s turn our little toy over, shall we?”
So many hands shifted her from her tummy to her back and then moved her to an edge of the bed. Then Daddy was standing on the floor just behind her head, divesting himself of clothing, and she heard a mechanical kind of noise and felt the bed rise. What the heckin’ heck?
“Adjustable height,” her daddy told her with a wink and cradled her neck to draw her further over the edge until her mouth was level with his now freed cock. How very clever.
He didn’t have to ask her to take his length between her lips; she wanted to, couldn’t wait to wrap her tongue around the silky skin that covered his hard shaft, suck on the spongy mushroom head, taste the salty musk. So human, so warm, so hers.
Meanwhile Papa had started playing with her pussy, pushing fingers inside her, and rubbing maddening circles over her swollen and ridiculously sensitive clit.
And Sir? For a second she couldn’t locate him but then he was straddling her waist and smacking her tits. She moaned around Daddy’s cock and she heard him admonish Sir.
“Hey, not too hard, alright? I’d like to keep my dick intact.”
She would’ve laughed but her mouth was stretched too far around her daddy’s massive erection. Almost too big for her to take in her mouth, no way could she swallow him down the way she would Papa or Sir, but it was fun to lick him like a Daddy popsicle. Play and tease, stroke his slit with her tongue, make him rumble praise and curses.
Before too long, Sir leaned over her and murmured in her ear. “Your papa’s going to pound your sweet, sore little pussy now, and I’m going to fuck your tits until I spill on your chest. Now be a good girl and take all of us. I know you like having all of us fucking your holes and filling you up with come.”
She squeaked her agreement since she couldn’t nod or speak, and was rewarded by a sharp pinch of her nipples followed by a brutal twist to the already sore tips. But she wouldn’t clamp down no matter how much she wanted to, she wouldn’t hurt Daddy.
Papa’s hand anchored her hip and he fed his cock into her slick and desperate cunt nice and slow. No, not nice, not really, but it was a good start, easing his way the first time so he could withdraw and thrust harder the next. Papa’s dick wasn’t exactly small and with the plug in her ass she felt even fuller. Plus with Daddy already taking up her mouth? And Sir’s rough treatment of her breasts made her buck her hips, arch her back, whine because she wanted to feel all three of them moving inside of her.
She wanted all three of them to manifest their pleasure on her, in her. She wanted the warm, sticky proof of how good she’d made them feel.
She didn’t have big tits although they’d filled out some since she’d come to live with her daddies, but Sir rubbed a palmful of lube between them and along the sides before gathering her tits and pressing them around his cock. He was so hot, so thick, and there was something so brutish and vulgar but also unbearably intimate at having his hardness thrust between her breasts. Uncouth but divine.
Their breathing came hard and hot, cocks and hands and mouths moved over her, in her. Some people might call it filthy or degenerate—mmm, she might too, but in an appreciative way—but she called this love. The way they filled her in every way she could ever want or need, the way they fit together to please each other, and the way there was nothing any of them couldn’t ask for. What could be more beautiful than that, to be accepted and cared for and fulfilled by your partners?
Cosima found herself dreamy and floating and close, so close, and when Papa ground her smarting clit with his thumb, she was a goner. Felt all the muscles in her body contract and then release, a pulse that had every particle of her body aware and awake, every synapse firing as pleasure crashed over her.
