Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
Elle
Okay, so quick recap. I met a hot guy at Sadie’s office, and despite my bestie’s protests, I said yes when he asked me out on a date. When he came to pick me up, he had his boyfriend with him and I discovered they were looking for a woman to be a part of the throuple they hope to have. But not just that, they’re looking for a woman to be their submissive, their babygirl. And now, I’m up in a hayloft, laid across Bo’s lap and he’s spanking me while Nate sits nearby holding my hands.
Oh and they have a baby. There, now we’re all caught up.
It should be crazy. There should be red flags popping up all over the place. My brain should be sending out an SOS siren, but for some reason, it all just feels so… right. The spanking hurts, but not a lot, and despite the pain, the tingle of arousal between my legs is getting more insistent. I shift, hoping I’m not leaving a wet spot on Bo’s legs.
But then, so what if I am? This can go as far as I want it to, right? Women’s lib and all that. It’s just one night. I can have the fantasy I’ve always dreamed of, but that’s all it can be. My father would never understand my being with two men, and especially not two men who already have a baby. And I cannot end up broke and penniless, fending for myself. I wasn’t built for that shit.
Smack! Bo’s hand cracks down hard across the bottom of my ass, taking my breath away and bringing my thoughts back to the present.
“Ooooh,” I moan.
“Do you like it?” he whispers. “Your good girl spanking?” The fact he’s calling it a good girl spanking implies that there’s a bad girl spanking and a tiny part of me wishes I could stick around long enough into the future to experience that too.
But just in case Bo is waiting for an answer, I nod.
“Good,” he says and spanks harder.
I can feel the skin on my backside heating up, and I wonder how red it is and how long it will stay that way. A reminder of tonight, of this, might be nice.
His hand is hard, as it slaps across my skin, but each smack brings a wave of delicious pain in my nether regions and soon all I can think about is the ache in my pussy.
When Bo asks, “Can I touch you?”, I nearly weep with relief.
“Yes. Please.” I push my legs open, granting him access, and his large hand reaches between them, cupping my pussy.
I pant, waiting for more. Praying for his touch. I can feel his cock beneath me, hard and ready, pressing into my belly and I wish I could wrap my lips around him, like I did to Nate.
I hold my breath and his finger finds my slit, sliding up the crease between my pussy lips. I tremble with need.
“Daddy, please.” The words escape unbidden and I realize that’s how I’ve been thinking of him for a little while. What sort of sorcery is this?
As if the Daddy word unlocks something, Bo flips me over on his lap. My ass burns as it presses against his hard thighs and the tip of his cock teases my butt crack. He parts my legs, leaving me open and exposed, on display for both of them.
“You want Daddy to play with this pretty pussy?” he asks, still teasing me with his finger.
“Yes, please, Daddy,” I whimper, arching my back to invite him to touch me more.
“Slow down, babygirl. Let Daddy take his time.”
I don’t want him to take his time. I’m aching, desperate and needy for whatever he can give me. I want it all. I want it now.
As if Bo can read my mind, he slips his finger inside me, and the feeling is heaven. Nate bends down and covers my lips with his. I kiss him deeply, arching up to meet Bo’s touch. Bo’s fingers find my clit, squeezing it gently between two of his fingers, then flicking it. I cry out.
I can’t do this, can’t be on display for them, can’t give up so much control when I need them so badly. And yet, as tortuous as it is, there’s something delicious about it.
“More, please Daddy,” I whimper, and Bo rewards me with a smile that is deliciously devious, seconds before he begins to finger-fuck me into oblivion. The pounding rain on the roof plays an insistent soundtrack to his rhythm. I will never look at a barn the same way again.
His fingers are magic, I don’t know what he’s doing to me, but fire is flowing through my veins at his touch, my body readying itself for sweet release. And just when I’m hovering on the precipice of ecstasy, he pulls them out.
I cry out at the loss and frantically grab for his hand. He pulls it out of my reach. “We need to share you with Daddy Nate.”
I pop my eyes open to see Nate smiling down at me and nodding. “We need to know what you’re okay with, babygirl.”
“Everything.” I answer before I can stop and think about it. “Touch me. Fuck me. Use me.” I want the full experience of what it’s like to be with two men. I may never get it again.
“Okay, then. Up and on your knees.”
I can’t do anything but obey as Bo helps me up, then pushes himself to standing and positions himself at the edge of the makeshift bed. When I’m on my knees, his cock is at eye level, and I get my first good look at it. It’s big. Beautiful. Thick. I imagine what it would feel like stretching me and I wonder if he would even fit.
Bo leans down and traces my lips with his fingers. “God, you have a perfect mouth. Sexy. I can’t wait to see what it looks like wrapped around my cock.”
I can’t wait either, and wrap my hand around his length, leaning down to angle the tip of his cockhead to my lips.
I’m just starting to tease him with my tongue when I feel Nate position himself behind me, wrap his arms around my waist, and lean down to whisper in my ear. “Is my babygirl ready to be the center of a Daddy sandwich?”
Am I even ready to hear Nate refer to himself as Daddy? With Bo, it felt almost natural, just who he was. After seeing Nate submit to Bo, thinking of him as a Daddy felt a little stranger, but not impossible. And a Daddy sandwich? Well, that sounds delicious.
At least it did until I felt him lean, and heard the telltale pop of a bottle of lube, then felt my ass cheeks being pulled apart, and his finger slathering the cool, slick liquid against the rim of my asshole. Suddenly the idea of being with two men is a lot more real.
My back tenses as Nate pushes the tip of his finger inside me. Can he tell I'm an anal virgin? Will it hurt? I try to picture his cock, and can’t, despite having had it in my mouth not so long ago.
“Hey, babygirl.” Bo’s soft-spoken protest gets my attention, and I resume dutifully sucking his cock, trying to ignore the finger pushing past my private barrier, exploring me in ways I’d never imagined.
And when It gets to be too much, Bo reaches down between my legs and begins to stroke my soft folds. His finger pushes inside me, and somehow the distraction, the bliss is just what I need.
I’m able to focus my attention on the silky-smooth cock in my mouth, and giving him the best head he could imagine. Bo moans, and I look up to see his eyes close in bliss. I’m filled with pride that I can make him feel good. He throws his head back and Nate teases my ass with his cockhead.
I mewl, not ready for him. He leans forward, kisses my neck and whispers in my ear. “It’s okay, babygirl. Relax. I won’t do anything you’re not ready for.”
It’s stupid, and crazy, but just like that, I am ready. Despite my nerves, I want whatever Nate can give me. My asshole tingles. Anticipation? Fear? A mixture of both, more than likely.
“Give it to me, Daddy,” I whisper back.
Bo’s eyes pop open. He grabs my chin, tilting my head back and shoots a load of warm, salty cum down my throat. I gurgle in surprise, then swallow. When he’s done, I proceed to lick him clean. And then kneels to line his cock up with my pussy. One quick thrust and he’s inside me, filling me deliciously, somehow easing the spark of pain created when Nate does the same thing.
I gasp as they fill me completely, my holes tingling and stretching to make room for them. Bo’s arms circle my waist, and I drop my head onto his chest, breathing in the scent of his soap combined with the aromas of sex and hay all around us.
And then they wreck me. They’re thrusting in and out of both my holes, filling me up and taking the feeling away, only to bring it back two seconds later.
“Take it, babygirl,” Nate grunts. Bo pushes my hair from my eyes and drops kisses all over my face. The dichotomy of Nate’s demands, coupled with Bo’s soft touch is my undoing. My body trembles, then tenses, I feel like a spring ready to pop. NAte thrusts into my ass, father than he’d been before, and I break. Collapsing against Bo’s chest, I cry out, then shudder as I come undone.
They kiss and tease, and whisper sweet nothings in my ear as I ride the waves of sweet release, and then they’re laying me on the makeshift bed, and cleaning me up with baby wipes they’ve pulled from somewhere. They lay down on either side of me, and cover us all up with a blanket. I blink, staring up at the tin roof as reality comes crashing down. As wonderful as this was, as much as it encompassed everything I’ve ever wanted, it has to come to an end. Sooner rather than later. I can’t do this again.