by Riley Rourke
Just a little game we played.
Or rather, a game I played that he was an unwitting participant in. Looking back though, I was sixteen going on seventeen. Fit, good body – though I’d never admit it at the time – and cute as a little button. And innocent. Oh God was I innocent. Hell, sitting there in the living room playing Super Mario with Kyle, I was still innocent. I can’t even imagine how much Drake must have enjoyed me throwing myself at him day after day.
That’s like every red-blooded guy’s fantasy. Some nubile young girl, stupid in love with you. Doesn’t hurt if she’s wearing such tight clothes you can see every line and curve and...I can’t believe I did that to the poor guy. Still, I’m sure he didn’t mind too much. I never did catch him trying to cop a glance, but that doesn’t mean much.
Kyle stood up, dropped his game controller on the ground and loudly announced that he was “all tired out” and wanted to go to bed.
I was so full of pizza and so sleepy from the couple of beers I’d grabbed from the fridge – feeling naughty the whole time of course, but I wasn’t going back to St. Mary’s until tomorrow, so I wasn’t breaking any rules – while we ate that I had to agree.
It was only quarter-to-nine, and usually when I’m over there sitting, he flat-out refuses to go to bed before ten, so it was surprising, if welcome. With his teeth brushed, and his fat little legs decked out in Transformers footie pajamas, he was packed off to bed and snoring within minutes. I collapsed on the couch, turned on the TV, and laid down. I hadn’t noticed how tired I was before my head hit those pillows, but as soon as I sunk back into the cushions and closed my eyes, I was done for.
*
Dreams for me are like floating. Everything moves a little slower than it usually does, and feels lighter, happier and...well...dreamier, if that makes sense. I woke up in a dream where I was asleep on a couch. Only, it wasn’t this couch. And, it wasn’t in the house.
I opened my eyes in my dream and felt a gentle breeze prickle my skin. I looked down and was shocked to see that, aside from a really thin little pair of panties, I was totally naked and my nipples were stiff as pink rocks. Sensitive pink rocks, I thought, as I turned over, belly-down on the couch and they brushed the fabric.
It was in the middle of a meadow. Weird, right? But hey, it was a dream, so what are you gonna do? I was in the middle of this field, all sorts of flowers and deer and stuff were milling around. I stretched, gently massaged the shoulder I’d been asleep on, and then suddenly, felt another hand. It pushed mine out of the way, and then a drizzle of something warm and wet hit my skin.
“Relax, baby girl.” It was Ben’s gravelly voice. My daddy Ben! In my dream! Although, something about the dream felt a lot more real than they usually do. He poured a little more of the stuff – that turned out to be lilac scented oil – on my shoulder, and started to rub.
“Pass me some of that,” another voice said. This one was younger, and less raspy. Drake! I knew it immediately. “I think our daughter’s legs are sore too. She must have been working out a lot yesterday. She grew up right.”
A thumb ran down my hamstring and all the way to the swell of my bottom. He pushed his fingers deep along the line where my legs joined my body and I felt a huge rush of relaxation. Some kind of noise off in the edge of the woods – weird dream, huh? – startled me a little.
Back in reality, I rolled over on the couch and was a little confused that the TV was off. I thought I’d left it on. Also, the room was completely dark except for a light in the kitchen. There was no light on in the kitchen. There were two figures near me, although at the time I wasn’t sure if I was really awake, or still asleep. One of them had a hand on my back, just like in the dream, and the other was stroking my leg.
Vaguely, somewhere in the back of my sleep-addled mind, I had a clue what was happening. My daddy Ben was rubbing the small of my back and...oh my God! Drake! He was rubbing my leg. This was just too weird to be real. But it felt really good, and...it isn’t like I didn’t want this to happen, so why not just...
A soft groan escaped my lips when one of them pushed harder on my ass. It felt so good that warmth crept up my back. I wondered if I had been doing anything embarrassing when they came in, but instead of fighting it, I just closed my eyes again.
“Do you see this?” I heard as I drifted off. I couldn’t tell which one said it. “She’s so wet. You don’t really suppose she was dreaming about us do you?”
“Shh...you’ll wake her,” the other said. “Look how she’s moving around. She’s loving this.”
...She’s loving this...
...Loving this...
...Loving...
“Does that feel good, Gia? Your back was so tight, sweetie.” Drake had a caring tone to his voice.
Back in my dream meadow, I arched my back so my daddy’s fingers went right into my cramped shoulder and I nodded yes. Slowly, I rolled over so that my mostly-bare body was open for my daddies to see. From the way they both stared at my tits, I think I got their attention.
“Can you maybe rub me here?” I asked, as I scooped up one of my big, round breasts to show them what I meant. “My chest is so...oh that feels good, just like that. Mmm...”
That’s when I realized that what I was laying on in the forest wasn’t really a couch, not at all. It was something flat, but soft. Maybe like a table, but with a mattress on it, which didn’t make a lot of sense, but who cares when something feels this good? Something I knew I could never have in real life, no matter how much I wanted it.
Ben was standing above my head and I felt a little swell every now and then when he moved to change angles on the massage he was giving me. It was big. Really, really big, and it kept brushing against the side of my head. I wanted to reach back and touch it and after pausing for a second, I thought – why the hell not? I’m dreaming – and did exactly what I wanted. My hand first met the bare skin of his thighs and then a heavy, warm sack.
“Oh...mmm...” I moaned softly as my fingers curled around one of my daddy’s balls and I gave him a little squeeze. “I guess I’m not the only one not wearing much, huh?” I bit my lip and looked up to see him smiling.
“She must be dreaming, huh?” He grinned, but at Drake, not me.
Drake pushed my legs apart and I felt thumbs slide from my knees to the top of my thighs. Instinctively, I drew my knees up, although I don’t really know why. He eased them back down. “Don’t worry,” he said. “Seems like this is exactly what she wants from how she was carrying on and moaning.” His fingers caressed the soft skin of my belly and he hooked the little spaghetti-string fabric of my panties and pulled them down.
“Ben, look at this,” he said in an astonished voice. “Our daughter, she’s...she’s just gorgeous.”
Oiled fingers – or maybe, thinking about it, they weren’t covered in oil, but something else slick and warm – moved along the line at the top of my legs, down between them. Gently, he spread my legs and pushed right on the tendons on either side of me. I took a deep breath.
Closing my eyes and letting the pleasure wash over me, I felt my nipples stiffen up again and a moment later, Ben gave me a good, hard squeeze. “Do you think she’ll wake up if I suck these hard little nipples?” He asked.
“From the way she’s squirming around, and how she keeps rubbing on herself, I doubt it, Ben,” Drake answered. “She’s sopping wet. How has she not woken up yet? I’m not gonna complain, though. She’s loving this, and I’m loving it too.”
For a moment, no one said anything. Hands just moved on me, and one of Drake’s fingers traced the line between my legs. “She’s so, so wet. I’ve never seen anyone like this. She must have wanted us for a long, long time.” He paused for a moment to circle my clit that I just realized was aching a little, yearning to be touched, and then he gently tested my entrance with the tip of his finger.
“This isn’t waking her up,” Drake said, “so...”
I writhed around as he pushed it deeper, my virgin tightnes
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.
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