“We’ll take it nice and slow but this is happening tonight, understand?”
“Yes, Papa.”
Of course if it was really too much for her they wouldn’t insist, but he knew the illusion of force got his little girl all hot and bothered. Her tightly puckered nipples and breathy voice agreed.
“Now be a good girl and give Papa kisses while Daddy works on your ass,” Hudson said, and then Coco’s full tits were brushing against his chest as she leaned down to press the sweetest kisses to his lips.
Chapter Eight
Cosima
Her ass was a little tender from Sir fucking her there, but Daddy slicked up his fingers and her hole real good and there was only a pleasant twinge while he stretched her and she kissed Papa and rubbed her pussy over his cock. With Sir watching, this was basically her idea of heaven.
Daddy had fucked her ass before which had been a lot, and Papa had taken her ass while Daddy filled her cunt, but they hadn’t done this before, although as Daddy had said, they’d been working on it. That was the kind of practice she could get behind.
She wasn’t nervous, exactly, because they took such good care of her, but this was going to be intense. That would be fine—it would be nice to be a ball of sensation and overwhelm instead of letting her brain run wild with what-ifs.
Sir had said everything was fine, she just needed to let herself believe it. Well, it might take a while, but her daddies would help her get there and fuck her silly in the meantime to drown out all of those nagging meany voices in her head.
There was a nip at her shoulder and Daddy settled one of his big hands on her hip. “Ready for me to fill you up, teapot?”
“Yes, Daddy. Please, Daddy.”
She tensed when she felt the head of Daddy’s cock at her hole, but relaxed quickly when he rubbed a hand in firm circles over the welts Sir had left her with and soothed her with praise murmured in her ear.
“That’s a good girl, relax for Daddy. That’s it babygirl, let me in.”
Cosima wanted to, and with Daddy and Papa crooning sweet things to her, it wasn’t very difficult to soften enough to let Daddy work his cock—massive as it was—into her backside. She loved how full he made her feel, on the verge of being split in two—they would push her, maybe even break her but they’d always put her back together again.
Daddy stroked in and out of her ass, getting her used to being fucked with his considerable girth, and when she was pushing her hips back to take still more of him, he grabbed her hips and stilled her when he was fully sheathed inside her.
“Now you’re going to take Papa’s dick in that tight little pussy of yours and you’re going to get fucked in both your holes until you scream.”
It wasn’t a question, but she answered him anyway, her voice barely above a pant. “Yes, Daddy.”
They had to shift angles and limbs a bit to make it work, but soon she was hovering over her papa’s thick hardness, whining because she was greedy and she wanted him inside her too. She loved any way they had her and she liked it best when all four of them were together, but she understood why Sir might want to watch this. To enjoy what he’d given her, what he’d given them. To soak in their pleasure without having to worry about providing any.
“Okay, Coco, nice and slow. That’s my good girl.”
Papa was breathing hard and gritting his teeth as she eased her way onto his cock, feeling deliciously, impossibly full. Behind her, Daddy was chanting, “fuck, fuck, fuck. Come on Lindberg, make it last,” and she had to hold back a laugh.
It was fun to have sex with Daddy and Papa partly because she knew the two of them sometimes fucked and they got pleasure from being with each other as well as her. Would they let her watch sometime? Although she doubted she’d be able to keep her hands to herself if they let her…
For now, though, they were both penetrating her so deep it almost hurt in that hollow way she loved. And finally, finally, when they’d both worked inside her, they must’ve given some sort of signal she missed because they began fucking into her holes, one pulling out while the other one thrust in and so much pressure and friction made her dizzy.
Also made her impossibly aroused when Daddy reached around and grabbed her tits, pinched and tugged and twisted her nipples while he slammed his pelvis into her sensitized ass, his pubic hair feeling scratchy as hell against her abraded skin and Papa grabbing her hips hard to pull her down onto his thick erection.
Daddy didn’t need to worry, they didn’t need to make it last because she was so close.
When her daddy and her papa both started rutting into her at the same time, their clever fingers digging brutally into her flesh, she fell headlong into her climax, the pulsing of her internal muscles urging their own orgasms that she could feel spurting hot and thick inside her.
An hour later found her drowsing in bed with Daddy and Papa after having been bathed, given her enema, and her bedtime bottle. Sir was still there, but she saw him lever out of the rocking chair as if he was going to go.
Oh hell no, not if she had anything to say about it, and she certainly did.
“Sir, please,” she said in the quiet, Papa snoring softly beside her. “I want you to stay. Need you to stay. Sleep with us tonight, please.”
She held her breath as his grey eyes glittered back at her in the low light, but then he nodded and started to take off his clothes.