strength of the two bodies that cradled her.
First Miguel filled her, then Bob,
pushing her back and forth between them. She planted her hands into the carpet
on either side of Miguel’s shoulders and held steady while the men pumped and
grunted. Her pleasure in giving them pleasure was a powerful thing. I am
nothing, merely a collection of holes to fill. They are everything big and
strong and powerful. I worship them. I was made for this. Erratic
thoughts darted through her mind as the men heaved against her.
Bob began to thrust faster, changing
his rhythm and suddenly they both filled her at once as hard and deep as they
could. She cried out at the intense pain and in that moment her climax speared
through her like a lightning bolt. She screamed, tears pouring from her eyes
and her body shuddering from the power of her orgasm. She melted and lost
herself in the pounding bodies that claimed her.
For a second, Candy actually lost
consciousness from the extremity of her bliss. When she came back to herself,
Miguel was shaking beneath her as he came, and Bob had frozen with his cock
buried so deep in her ass it felt he would cleave it in two.
Both men remained that way while their
ecstasy flowed through them and their cum filled her channels, then they slowly
pulled out, leaving Candy empty once more. She wanted to cry at the loss.
She flopped down on top of Miguel, who
patted her back and murmured soothing things in Spanish. Bob stroked her hair
and called her his beautiful, lovely little girl. And in the background Frank
said, “That is one fine piece of ass. And only fourteen years old. Just wait’ll
she grows up.
Candy thought, I’ll never grow up.
I want to always be my Daddy’s little girl, to live in his house and play
whatever games he thinks up for me to play. She never would’ve done this on
her own. It took her Daddy to push her outside her comfort zone and into an
amazing adventure.
After the men were through with her,
Daddy left them to drink and talk in the living room, but he took Candy
upstairs to bathe her and put her to bed. He filled the tub with water, and as
he stripped off the last of her schoolgirl outfit, Candy felt her older girl
personality slip away. She became very small, very young again.
Her voice was light and weak as she
asked her Daddy, “Have I been a good girl? Did I make the men happy?”
“Yes, sweetheart. You were perfect.
You made us all very happy.”
“I’m glad. But now I’m tired and my
bottom hurts. I want you to wash me and put me to bed, Daddy.”
“Are you hungry? Shall I get you some
milk and cookies after your bath?”
She shook her head. “No. I’m just
sleepy.” She lisped the ‘l’ turning it into a ‘w’.
Daddy lifted her and submerged her in
the tub. He washed her hair with baby shampoo, and soaped her body with her
favorite strawberry body wash. He kissed her wet face after he cleaned the
dried cum away. “There. Now you’re all fresh and clean again.”
He lifted her from the tub onto the
bath mat and dried her thoroughly, then combed out her hair with soft strokes
of the brush. Candy shuddered as she recalled what the bristles of that brush
felt like on her bare backside when she was naughty and Daddy had to spank her
with it. Sometimes he slapped her with the paddle side of the brush, but the
bristles hurt more.
When her hair was blown dry and
brushed soft, Daddy powdered her body all over with a puff. It tickled and made
her giggle. He chuckled, too, his voice dark and rumbling. She loved the sound
of her Daddy’s laughter.
“You can sleep in your bed or mine
tonight, your choice,” he said as he put on her short white nightie and little
pajama bottoms
“Yours, please. I want to sleep in
your arms.”
Once more he picked her up and carried
her with her arms wrapped around his neck. He pulled back the covers on his big
bed and placed her inside.
“I can’t stay with you right now,
sweetheart. My friends are waiting for me
First Miguel filled her, then Bob,
pushing her back and forth between them. She planted her hands into the carpet
on either side of Miguel’s shoulders and held steady while the men pumped and
grunted. Her pleasure in giving them pleasure was a powerful thing. I am
nothing, merely a collection of holes to fill. They are everything big and
strong and powerful. I worship them. I was made for this. Erratic
thoughts darted through her mind as the men heaved against her.
Bob began to thrust faster, changing
his rhythm and suddenly they both filled her at once as hard and deep as they
could. She cried out at the intense pain and in that moment her climax speared
through her like a lightning bolt. She screamed, tears pouring from her eyes
and her body shuddering from the power of her orgasm. She melted and lost
herself in the pounding bodies that claimed her.
For a second, Candy actually lost
consciousness from the extremity of her bliss. When she came back to herself,
Miguel was shaking beneath her as he came, and Bob had frozen with his cock
buried so deep in her ass it felt he would cleave it in two.
Both men remained that way while their
ecstasy flowed through them and their cum filled her channels, then they slowly
pulled out, leaving Candy empty once more. She wanted to cry at the loss.
She flopped down on top of Miguel, who
patted her back and murmured soothing things in Spanish. Bob stroked her hair
and called her his beautiful, lovely little girl. And in the background Frank
said, “That is one fine piece of ass. And only fourteen years old. Just wait’ll
she grows up.
Candy thought, I’ll never grow up.
I want to always be my Daddy’s little girl, to live in his house and play
whatever games he thinks up for me to play. She never would’ve done this on
her own. It took her Daddy to push her outside her comfort zone and into an
amazing adventure.
After the men were through with her,
Daddy left them to drink and talk in the living room, but he took Candy
upstairs to bathe her and put her to bed. He filled the tub with water, and as
he stripped off the last of her schoolgirl outfit, Candy felt her older girl
personality slip away. She became very small, very young again.
Her voice was light and weak as she
asked her Daddy, “Have I been a good girl? Did I make the men happy?”
“Yes, sweetheart. You were perfect.
You made us all very happy.”
“I’m glad. But now I’m tired and my
bottom hurts. I want you to wash me and put me to bed, Daddy.”
“Are you hungry? Shall I get you some
milk and cookies after your bath?”
She shook her head. “No. I’m just
sleepy.” She lisped the ‘l’ turning it into a ‘w’.
Daddy lifted her and submerged her in
the tub. He washed her hair with baby shampoo, and soaped her body with her
favorite strawberry body wash. He kissed her wet face after he cleaned the
dried cum away. “There. Now you’re all fresh and clean again.”
He lifted her from the tub onto the
bath mat and dried her thoroughly, then combed out her hair with soft strokes
of the brush. Candy shuddered as she recalled what the bristles of that brush
felt like on her bare backside when she was naughty and Daddy had to spank her
with it. Sometimes he slapped her with the paddle side of the brush, but the
bristles hurt more.
When her hair was blown dry and
brushed soft, Daddy powdered her body all over with a puff. It tickled and made
her giggle. He chuckled, too, his voice dark and rumbling. She loved the sound
of her Daddy’s laughter.
“You can sleep in your bed or mine
tonight, your choice,” he said as he put on her short white nightie and little
pajama bottoms
“Yours, please. I want to sleep in
your arms.”
Once more he picked her up and carried
her with her arms wrapped around his neck. He pulled back the covers on his big
bed and placed her inside.
“I can’t stay with you right now,
sweetheart. My friends are waiting for me
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