Sleeping Cutie's Two Daddies (reluctant taboo sleep sex erotica) (3 page)

When my other daddy bent down, I felt his
cock...oh it felt so naughty...hard against my cheek. He traced a
circle around my pebbled areola with his tongue and then he
squeezed my tits together and stuffed as much of me in his mouth as
he possibly could. He gave me a little nip with his teeth at
exactly the same time Drake slid a second finger in me.

“Oh!” I cried out, although my voice was
muffled for some reason when it hit my ears. “Yes! Oh be gentle
with me. I’ve never done this before.”

“Her cunt’s grabbing my fingers like a vice.
I think our daughter’s kept herself. Just for us, do you think?”
Drake said, though not to me.

Daddy Ben’s response was a soft chuckle that
reverberated through me until I felt a shaking in my core.

Drake’s fingertips curled as he pushed them
in, then out, then in again in a mesmerizing rhythm. I moaned his
name and he did it harder, but not much. Ben moved his mouth to the
other of my breasts and as soon as he did, the warm meadow air felt
cool, almost like a...ceiling fan...

“Is she waking up?” It was Ben’s voice.

My eyes fluttered a little, and I realized
that I was waking up and actually hearing them. And just like in my
dream, there was a big, hard dick rubbing my cheek.

Luckily, I’m not the sort to have much
trouble falling back to sleep.

In my dream – or maybe it wasn’t, it got hard
to tell – I reached back and gave Ben another squeeze, making him
softly gasp and pull his mouth away from my aching nipple. I curled
my fingers around the base of his cock, just like I’d always wanted
to do, and gave him an inexperienced tug. I was terrified that I’d
make a fool of myself and do it all wrong, but he just groaned
happily and ran a finger along my collar bone.

Drake pushed his fingers deeper, twisting his
hand around and obviously relishing every inch of the inside of my
virgin sex. “She’s so tight,” he whispered absently. “Do you think
I could...”

He lifted my legs off the dream table, and I
felt something long and hard against the back of my leg. Whatever
it was he wanted, I guarantee you I wanted it just as much. I
wanted to feel that big, long dick slide inside me. I wanted to
know what all my friends had been talking about. And there in my
dream, what was the harm. It
was
just a dream after all. I
wanted it so bad that even in a dream I shuddered.

My hand slid all the way to my daddy’s tip,
and I ran my thumb around it until I had felt all of him, explored
everything I could reach. I gave him a little squeeze and he made
this pleasured, rumbling sound in the back of his throat that
absolutely thrilled me. One more stroke later, I realized that if I
turned my head just right, I could...

I slid my tongue along his tip. Oh my God it
was incredible! The way my daddy groaned, and the way the little
droplet that came out of his dick tasted as it rolled down my
tongue, it was just...I can’t describe it. Drake pushed a little
harder, and turned his hand again, dragging those fingertips along
my sweet little spot. Ben’s big, hard cock was right next to my
lips. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, and wrapped my tongue
around him as I slid him inside.

“Oh holy shit, Drake, her mouth. She’s
flicking her tongue right...oh shit...I’ve never felt anything like
this before. How can she possibly be asleep? This can’t be real.
Although, her mom...”

I sucked as hard as I could, and he pulled a
deep breath that hissed between his teeth. His fingers went around
my nipple and tugged in time with the flicks of my tongue.

“She seems ready,” Drake said. “Do you think
she’s ready?”

It struck me as strange that neither of them
seemed to be addressing me, but again, like with everything else, I
was so caught up, so ecstatic about finally getting what I’d always
wanted that I just went right on running my tongue around my
daddy’s cock and tasting the little drops that kept welling up
every time I pumped my fist from his balls to his dickhead.

“She’s gotta be,” Ben answered. “As hard as
she’s sucking my dick, I’m half convinced she’s just faking asleep.
But then...she’d
never
do this if she was awake, no matter
how much she wants to do it. We raised too sweet of a girl for all
that.”

“You say that, but look at her,” Drake said.
“Our little girl is the horniest thing I’ve ever seen. She’s got
her mouth locked around your cock and she’s slamming her hips
against my hand. If I put my...”

“Yes daddy, yes!” I squealed. In my dream,
Drake bent over me and kissed my neck when I said it, and drove his
fingers harder. “Fuck me daddy, fuck me! I’ve never wanted anything
this bad!” I was writhing around, bucking my hips against his hand,
and screaming for him to fuck me, but for some reason, neither of
my daddies either noticed or reacted. They just kept watching me
with hungry eyes.

But, once again, I just didn’t care. It all
felt so good – Ben’s cock filling my mouth, Drake’s fingers, and
the promise of more – they could ignore me all they wanted if they
kept making all my fantasies come true.

Fantasies come true...all my fantasies come
true.

My mind returned to the dirty daydream I’d
cooked up in the shower earlier in the day, where Drake played with
my asshole. God I was so dirty in my dreams. I’d never even
think
the word ‘asshole’ in real life. Because, again,
that’s all this was. Just a dream. Right?

The world in my dream shifted. Suddenly, I
was up against a wall with Drake’s cock sliding back and forth
between my legs. I pushed back and found Ben right beside him, bent
over and sucked that big cock right back where it belonged.

He surprised me by shoving his hips forward
until I had managed to stuff like half of him in my mouth and his
tip was teasing my throat. He stroked my neck, tenderly touched my
face, and said, “do you want the rest, sweetie? You do, don’t you?”
right before cramming it so far in me that I sputtered.

“Go easy!” Drake said as he stroked his
prick’s fat tip up and down my slit.

Once again, I almost made myself blush with
how dirty my dream-thoughts were. Cocks and slits and assholes
everywhere! I couldn’t believe it, but then again, it all felt so
raw and so good that it seemed just right.

“You’re gonna make her wake up if you keep
fucking her throat like that. She’s gonna wake up in a panic,
thinking you’re trying to kill her or something.”

“If that was going to happen, it already
would have.”

“Are you sure?” Drake whispered. Why he
whispered, I don’t know because as hard and as sweaty and wonderful
as everything was, Ben was absolutely right.

I twisted and writhed and tried to work Ben’s
cock deeper in my throat. The tightness where he swelled right past
the back of my tongue made me feel – for some reason – like I was
being held, like I was safe and secure.

Squeezing Ben’s balls, I heard him grunt and
felt him start to twitch against my tongue. Almost immediately, he
pulled himself away. “Not just yet, sweetheart, not just yet,” he
said with a chuckle, almost like he was talking to himself. “If
you’re not going to do it, I will.” He pushed Drake out of the way,
making those wonderful fingers leave my pussy with a wet plopping
sound that thrilled me with how dirty it was.

About a half second later, the same dick that
had just left my mouth pushed gently between my wet-hot pussy
lips.

“Careful, Ben,” I heard Drake say in a soft
whisper. “She was moaning something about being a...”

“Holy shit, virgin. God she’s so tight. Her
little cunt’s squeezing me like a vice.” Daddy let out a long,
groaning sound when he paused for a moment to let my body catch up
to his size.

I could barely imagine anything better. Just
the little bit of himself he shoved in had me absolutely on fire.
Every tiny muscle inside me stretched and screamed with pleasure as
my cunt dripped juice all over his cock. A hand on the back of my
head – Drake’s, must have been – pulled me forward, and Ben grabbed
my hips to keep me upright in my dream world.

Drake pushed his dick inside my mouth with a
soft moan and I tried to give him the same treatment I did Ben, but
with the big cock inside me, it was hard to do anything but let
Daddy Drake run himself in and out of me.

“She must be sleepwalking or something...holy
shit this feels good,” Drake said softly. “She’s sucking me with
her eyes closed and she’s...”

“Got her hand wrapped around my dick. Oh God
she’s so tight. I’ve never felt anything like this before, not
ever. She’s gonna make me come and I’m not even halfway inside. I
think her little cunt’s gripping me. Our virgin daughter is
incredible,” he cried in an exasperated whisper-shout.

I had to be asleep. I had to be dreaming.
There was no other way this was happening. But still, the floor
under my feet felt real, and so did everything else. It was like I
was caught halfway between a lucid dream and a waking fantasy. It
didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except the milking squeezes my
pussy was giving my daddy’s dick, and the long drip of spit that
stretched between my other daddy’s dickhead and my tongue when I
pulled back to take a breath. Or maybe he pulled away from me? It
was really hard to make any sense of what was...

Real? None of it was real. None of it
could
be real.

Heat pushed deeper inside me and for the
first time, I felt Ben’s big, heavy ballsack against the flesh on
the back of my legs. 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.
“Get her ready. I’m so close I can feel it squeezing up in my
balls. Hurry up.” There was tightness in his voice that matched
exactly how I felt. Not much longer, I knew that. I didn’t have
much longer...

The finger in my asshole was joined by
another one that slid right in beside the first. He must have used
some lube or something from how easy it was. The tightness back
there felt so incredibly amazing, just like it did when Ben first
wrestled inside my pussy. But with both of them in me, it was even
better.

I sucked a deep breath and let myself fall
forward from the pressure between my legs pushing on me. I couldn’t
keep myself up, not anymore, not with those fingers...

Drake let out a long hiss and bent forward
with his fists on either side of me. That’s when I realized that it
couldn’t have been fingers he had in my ass.

The bulge of his tip squeezed inside my ring
and almost immediately I started to grasp and pulse around him just
like I’d been doing on Ben’s cock. I felt so full that I thought
I’d split in half, but instead of trying to stop him or make him
slow down, my body wanted more. My body
yearned
to hurt like
this, as little sense as that makes. Of course, with as good as it
felt, maybe it made a lot more sense than I realized at the
time.