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“Of course it’s going to make our bad girl hornier,” said Daddy Phil. “Especially when we have her help Ashley feel good.”
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In the living room, Ashley’s daddies were fucking her on the sofa. As my daddies led me in, I saw that they had left her pretty pink underwear on. Daddy Ned had just pulled the gusset aside so that he could plunge his cock into her pussy from below, as she sat on his lap. Daddy Paul, black-haired and blue-eyed and just as big as his three colleagues, had sat on the couch to watch his bad girl as she went helplessly up and down on her blond daddy’s rigid manhood.
I hardly noticed that my mouth had opened and I had started to breathe very heavily. Unconsciously, I also realized that I had put my right hand between my thighs, desperate to soothe the tingle that had immediately awakened in my clit and the ache, deeper inside, that accompanied it. It had no effect, though: the hi-tech fabric that felt exactly like nice, soft cotton didn’t let any of the pressure find its way through my punishment panties.
Ashley’s daddies had no clothes on. She looked so tiny, almost engulfed by their enormous, hard bodies, penetrated so deeply by their massive cocks. Daddy Ned held her little bottom in his hands and made her ride and ride, as she moaned around the rigid shaft thrusting into her mouth. I could tell that her pussy must be sore, from the sound of those moans, but also that she didn’t want it to stop—not at all.
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 aboutseeingit, 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.
Ashley sobbed, the frustration of losing my tongue obvious in the piteous noise. With a moment’s alarm that Daddy Ned might punish me, I went back to the needy, swollen pussy, and licked and licked until I felt her inner lips flutter against my tongue, and my new friend’s cries, along with her bucking hips, told me that even if I couldn’t have my reward yet, at least Ashley had gotten one.
CHAPTER22
Marianne
Watching a video with my daddies almost felt normal, even in my punishment panties. I practically forgot that everything was supposed to be discipline, for me, here at the firehouse. They even let me and Ashley pick the video, even though we had to choose from a list of three action movies. Giggling with her about the hunky star of the one about the ridiculous stunt drivers seemed like such a regular sort of thing that I hardly noticed that both of us had almost no clothes on, and the underwear our daddies had dressed us in was so embarrassing.
Ashley sat on Daddy Paul’s lap, and I sat on Daddy Jacob’s, at opposite ends of the couch. Daddy Ned and Daddy Phil sat in the comfy chairs. At the beginning of the video, when Daddy Jacob put one arm easily around my waist and his other hand casually between my thighs, I felt like I might burn up with horniness. By the end, when the scary parts happened, I found myself snuggling into his t-shirt without thinking at all about the rock-hard abs underneath it, let alone the massive penis that had made my bottom so sore.
