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Her voice became a scream of pleasure, and she moved her pussy against my face as if she couldn’t get enough friction to match the release she needed, until finally she stopped, her fingers stroking the back of my head gently as she withdrew her hips. I felt her hands come around my chin and raise my face to look up into hers. I felt how red my cheeks were, how they and my nose and my mouth must glisten with my friend’s wanton juices.
“Thanks, Marianne,” Ashley breathed. “That felt so good.”
Daddy Ned and Daddy Paul had stepped up to stand right behind her, towering over her and me. Their huge, hard cocks jutted out in front of them, on either side of her hips’ violin curve. With a tiny cry, Ashley took her hands away from my face and moved them to her daddies’ rigid penises before they could give the instruction, and I felt need well up in me at the sight of my friend’s slender little fingers going up and down on the menacing shafts.
You asked for it,the observer voice in me said in my head.Now you’re going to get it, aren’t you?
As if to emphasize the alarming thought, Daddy Jacob pushed his middle finger in between my punished cheeks, and pressed its tip firmly against my cringing anus. I let out a startled noise that for all the fear in it seemed to my ears to contain even more helpless submissive lust.
Instinctively, out of sheer defensive reflex, I tried to move my hands downward to ward off the probing finger, but when I felt the cuffs binding them together I remembered what my daddy had said about getting in his way. I hung my head and pressed my burning face against the top of the table, whimpering softly as Daddy Jacob got me ready to receive the rough lesson I had asked for.
His finger went in. I shuddered and moved my hips, trying to push my clit against the table to make the invasion feel good. My bear daddy moved his finger in and out.
“Here,” I heard Daddy Phil say from behind me. “I’ll put some lube on there. Get her up on her knees, Jacob.”
Daddy Jacob followed his colleague’s suggestion. I whimpered as I felt once again how very easily he could manhandle me into whatever posture he chose. He didn’t really need to have my hands bound behind me, because he could just have twisted my arms—or ignored their helpless flailing altogether. He wanted me to have my wrists cuffed, though, I understood somehow, as an educational exercise.
Little ladies don’t get in the way of their daddies’ pleasure.The observing Marianne in the distant galaxy struck again, and my pussy clenched in involuntary response. To have my hands tied behind me would teach me to keep them out of my daddies’ way the next time they decided to use me roughly.
My brown-eyed daddy lifted me, bent me, set me on my knees on the table. He held my hip with one hand and pressed on my back with the other to lay me prostrate in the position I had learned represented the most important, most submissive posture for a little lady fuck toy: face down, bottom up, legs parted so that Daddy could see everything, play with everything.
In front of me, Daddy Ned and Daddy Paul each had a hand on one of Ashley’s shoulders. Their other hands played with Ashley’s big breasts while she stroked their enormous cocks. I sobbed with shame and need as I felt my own daddies lubricating my bottom hole, and I watched those strong, masculine hands fondle my friend’s gorgeous bosom, squeezing gently and pinching her nipples so that she let out little whining gasps of pleasure.
“That’s it, sweetie,” Daddy Phil murmured as I took two slick fingers inside my tiniest place. “There you go.”
“First thing first,” said Daddy Jacob, in a voice that mingled casual authority and hungry lust so thoroughly it made my tummy flip. “Our bad girl is going to get DPed for the first time.”
I didn’t know what it meant. I looked at Ashley, whose cheeks had flared red.
“That’s double penetration, Marianne,” Daddy Jacob supplied. “Both your daddies in you at once.”
I struggled to look at him, rediscovering that I couldn’t use my hands and then trying to twist my upper body around. I found half to my dismay and half to my excitement that Daddy Jacob had started to move around the table to stand in front of me, while Ashley’s daddies took her off to the side.
Daddy Jacob put his hand out to stroke my face.
“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.
