He was all the way in me, and I was so full, so tight around him, that my whole world seemed to melt and reform with every pump, every slow stroke and motion of him within me.
“Nothing’s gonna wake this girl up,” Ben said.
“Help me get her on the floor."
“No way,” Drake said. “Not gonna happen. We
can’t possibly...”
“Why not? Her mother loves it when we put one in each hole. She looks just like her mom, acts just like her mom, right? Our baby girl’s gonna love it.”
Somehow, that made me feel even better. Was I really as good as my mom in bed? I had no idea. No clue in the world, but I was so happy that they both felt good,
that I was making both of them feel so good that...
Carpet.
I felt carpet. In my dream I was kneeling on
tile, but the feeling under my knees was the thick carpet of Daddy Ben’s living room. What a weird dream.
Something eased me down to the floor and the
lower I sank on the big rod in my pussy, the tighter and deeper he went. With him underneath like he was, I was able to shove my tits in Ben’s face, and he sucked my nipples, one after the other, back and forth.
In between sucks, he squeezed, and the whole time I was rotating my hips in slow circles like I saw on a movie.
“Quick,” Ben said, though in the dream his
mouth didn’t move – it just hung open in a pleasured groan.
“Get in her. I’m gonna come she’s so tight. Don’t make me wait.”
“If you’re sure,” I heard my other daddy say.
“Are you sure?”
“Hurry!”
The strain in Ben’s voice was obvious. I knew
he was clenching his teeth, trying to fight off his climax. I was in such a trance that when my own began to climb up inside me I could hardly recognize the feelings. They were so much more intense than I’d ever felt before, so much more...just more.
And then a finger, just like in the fantasy I had earlier, slipped inside my pucker. With a slow, careful circling, Drake opened my hole.
“Her cute little ass is squeezing
my finger,” he whispered.
“You’re sure about this?”
“God yes,” Ben moaned.
“God yes I am. This pussy is so good. Look how she’s doing her hips. Mmm...yes, yes, yes...”
My heavy tits swung close enough to his face for him to suck once more on my sweetly aching nipples. I couldn’t believe how good it felt.
A wave of cold, then of warmth, worked down
my back and my nipples prickled with delight.
“Any...” I moaned and stopped to breathe.
“Anything you want daddy, anything at all.”
“Did you hear that? She’s gotta be awake,”
Drake said. “She’s talking.”
Ben grabbed my hips hard and slammed his dick deep inside me.
“Her mother talks in her sleep too. You never did this with Lara? She used to crawl all over me at night, make me fuck her ass before she’d let me go back to sleep.”
“Well,” Drake said, “I guess you’re right.”
His finger went deeper and I almost screamed it felt so good, but the sound that came out was muffled.
“Screaming and moaning in her sleep,” Ben said.
“Just like mom. Here, use some of this,” I heard him say.
