Page 128 of Giddy Up, Daddy

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 upbroke 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 theDaddyword 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.”

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