Sleeping Cutie's Two Daddies (reluctant taboo sleep sex erotica) Read Free Page B

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 tightness squeezing at him, like my body was trying to suck
him further inside.
    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