Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 66851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Daddy Phil treated me more roughly than Daddy Jacob had, as if he had decided I had learned enough about this shameful duty to give a daddy his way more fully, more obscenely. He held my head in place and he thrust in and out quickly and deeply. I heard a grunt of satisfaction, and I closed my eyes and tried to make sure I kept my teeth wide apart and my tongue out of the way as the rigid shaft used me.
I felt Daddy Jacob’s hand then, behind me. He took hold of my right bottom cheek, so that I whimpered at the heat from my punishment. With his thumb he tugged on my thigh to open me and show him the untried sheath of my vagina. I felt the head of his penis press there, move up and down, over my sensitive inner lips, push warmly into the entrance of the hole where he intended to thrust.
I whined through my nose as Daddy Phil’s cock surged in and out between my lips. My jaw ached the way I thought a bad girl’s jaw should, when her daddies break her in and use her properly.
“It’s time, honey,” Daddy Jacob said behind me, his words seeming to come from high above.
CHAPTER 10
Jacob
I held Marianne’s hips firmly and thrust in hard. Our bad girl’s whole body jerked under me, and she cried out around Phil’s cock as he fucked her face with a rapid in and out movement. Her bottom pushed back against me, welcoming me in and showing how badly she needed her new daddy despite the discomfort.
The sheer physical, anatomical pleasure of being deep inside a beautiful young woman’s tight pussy, of my hardness inside her velvety sheath nearly overwhelmed my senses. Another dimension of the ecstasy of this special moment, the shameful claiming of Marianne’s virginity, added immeasurably to what I felt: this girl belonged to her daddies as of this moment, and she had already shown us just how much she needed the sexual discipline, the humiliating form of education and rehabilitation we were so well-equipped to provide.
Her backside squirmed as she learned what it felt like to have a big man’s rigid manhood in her pussy. I held her firmly in place and started to fuck, withdrawing just an inch or two and then pressing back inside, getting her used to this new sensation. The shudder that went through her limbs told me that all the internal conflict she had demonstrated already remained present, but that through it the urgency of her wanton need for punishment and sexual servitude had really begun to take hold.
I didn’t need Selecta’s guidance—though they had provided so much of it in the form of direct instructions as well as resources for daddies taking on bad girls as fuck toys for the first time. Marianne’s body told me everything I needed to know. Her sobs of helpless pleasure, mingled with discomfort, as Phil and I fucked her in the holes we had just claimed as our personal property… her writhing in my grip as she sought to feel just how securely I would hold her place in order to get the pleasure I wanted from her no-longer-virgin pussy… the way her hips moved over the back of the couch trying to ride my hardness despite my restraining hands… all of it told me that though she would definitely need a lot of training in the form both of bare-bottom punishment and bare-ass fucking, Marianne had already started along the road to rehabilitation.
“That’s it, honey,” I growled. “God, she’s so tight.”
Marianne responded with a cry of shame and need around Phil’s manhood, and the cry ended in a hard clench inside her vagina as she started to come.
“Our bad girl is going to have an orgasm,” I told Phil. “I can feel it.”
Inside her vagina, the muscles of her pussy felt strong enough that I had to thrust harder to make sure I would stay where I wanted to be, deep inside. I kept holding her tightly, and I pulled out a little further, so that I could let Marianne know what hard fucking felt like.
Across her naked form, Phil pulled his cock out of her mouth.
“Lick my balls while you come, sweetie,” he commanded. He used his grip on her hair to turn her head a little, while with his other hand he lifted his stiff penis up, stroking the glistening length of his shaft.
“Oh… oh, God…” Marianne sobbed. I couldn’t see her tongue, but the frantic movements of her head told me she had started to obey Phil’s instruction.
Her body writhed more desperately, and I sensed the feedback loop: how each time she found herself held still, her need and her pleasure rose a notch higher, the friction of each little motion bringing the orgasm closer and making the approaching release even more cataclysmic.