Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
My wetness is running out onto Nanish’s cock. It’s like a faucet has opened. I start to rub against him because I need the friction.
Nanish cups my breasts and strokes them reverently. “That’s a good girl. Prepare yourself.” He spreads his knees wide, forcing mine wider.
When I glance down, I realize he’s making room for Bamgin to get between his legs. I feel like the three of us are a work of art. We could be in a museum for how smoothly we’re lining up.
I moan when Bamgin reaches between my legs. He gathers my copious arousal and brings it to my bottom. He does this several times, pushing it into me, lubricating me so thoroughly that he doesn’t need to use an artificial substance.
Nanish nods over my head and lifts me by the hips, causing his cock to pop upright. “I’m going to lower you onto my shaft, Little one. As soon as I’m fully seated, Bamgin will push into your bottom.”
I take a deep breath and nod. I want this. I’m not scared. They chased my fear away with their serum. I want them inside me. Both of them.
Nanish controls my descent entirely, taking his time as he fills me.
I throw my head back as my pussy stretches around him. It doesn’t hurt. It feels amazing. The deeper he gets, the more connected I feel to him. I didn’t expect that. I thought we were already strongly bound to each other, but I was mistaken.
My eyes roll back as soon as I’m fully seated. I want him to move. I want to bounce up and down on him. I grab his forearms to steady myself. But I’m only half filled. My other Papi still has to enter me. And he’s rubbing my tight entrance with the tip of his cock.
I whimper. “Please…”
He pushes into me in increments, stretching me so wide I think I will surely split open. But like my pussy, it doesn’t hurt. They prepared me. And they forced my body to be physically relaxed.
Bamgin groans as he finally bottoms out. “Heavens…”
Nanish lifts my hips, easing partway out before lowering me back down.
My vision swims. My mind is mush. All I know is feeling. The rest of my body is nothing. All that matters is the nerve endings in my pussy and my bottom. I assume part of my heightened arousal is caused by the semen leaking out of them, but I’m so aroused I can’t be sure what factors are driving my need.
When I’m totally filled again, Bamgin eases out and back in. Then Nanish. Then Bamgin. They take turns, going slow. Driving me out of this universe.
There’s a strange noise, a keening sound, filling the room, and I realize it’s me. I’m making an inhuman noise. I can’t stop it.
In and out. Over and over. I’m out of my mind. I come, both my holes gripping my men so hard that I’m not sure how they’re able to continue thrusting.
Suddenly they both grunt, and I’m held down. Their cocks thicken inside me a moment before they come simultaneously. I can feel every pulse as they empty into me.
It’s the most amazing blissful experience of my life. I’m the luckiest woman alive on any planet. A grin spreads across my face as I focus on the continued pulsing coming from their cocks.
I only have a few moments to bask in the deliriously amazing feeling before a new sensation takes over. Desperation. An intense need to do it again. I start bucking and writhing. “Please. More…”
Bamgin pulls out of me.
“No!”
Nanish lifts me off his shaft and hands me to Bamgin.
I wiggle in his arms, trying to get down. I need to do that again. I need them inside me. Why did they stop?
Bamgin rushes through the house to the kitchen.
I’m confused and desperate as he turns on the water.
Nanish is next to us. He grabs my hand. “Hang on, Baby girl. Let us wash you.”
Bamgin lowers me into the water.
I’m crying, begging. “Please… Why did you stop? I need more.”
Nanish holds me down, keeping me from flopping right out of the basin, while Bamgin angles the nozzle directly at my pussy. The water soothes my skin, but I’m still struggling.
Nanish kisses me. “Deep breaths, Little one.”
Bamgin splashes water on me and grabs the soap.
I’m still writhing as he washes me. Eventually I give up the fight and slump against the basin, panting and confused. When I blink my eyes open, I find my two Papis looking down at me with adoration shining in their eyes. They’re both stroking my skin. They each have a hand. They’re kissing my fingers.
My memory returns. They warned me this would happen. I finally lick my lips. “Oh.”
Nanish chuckles. “Yeah. That was more powerful than I expected. Are you okay?”
“I think so.” I shiver. “When can we do it again?”