Page 70 of Double Daddies
Drake slid a finger into her, curling it to hit that sweet spot inside her. Her cries escalated as she panted for breath, overcome by the myriads of sensations the two men awoke with their mouths all over her body. Her back arched as the release she had been chasing started to curl around her core.
“Noo!” she cried as Drake pulled back just as she was about to tumble over the edge. “Please,” she whimpered, her body trembling with profound lust.
“Not yet, babygirl.” Drake grinned wickedly. “We want you desperate and needy when we take you.”
“I already am! Please, Daddies. I need… ohh!” she gasped as Drake reached back, grasped her ass cheeks, and spread them open while Damian reached for a bottle of lube on the small table. He squeezed out a generous amount onto his fingers and rubbed them together, warming the gel.
“Easy, little one,” he cooed as Elle jerked when he rubbed the lube against her tight hole. A shiver chased up her spine, and she tensed as a wave of fear crashed over her at the unfamiliar sensation of someone prodding her anus.
“Relax, babygirl,” Drake said in a soothing tone. His low voice somehow calmed her. “We’re going to go slow, remember? If it’s too much, just tell us, and we’ll ease back to give you time to adjust.”
“Okay, Daddy,” she said in a small voice and took a deep breath as she felt Damian’s finger pressing against her back hole. He rubbed gently, applying a steady pressure until the tip of his finger slid in.
“Oh, god!” Her body tensed at the intrusion.
“Normally, we would first give you an enema to ensure your rectum is cleared, but since we didn’t want this experience to kick off with resentment, we will wear condoms.” Drake’s eyes glowed as he looked at her. “But next time…”
“Fuck! It burns,” Elle cried as Damian delved deeper, realizing Drake’s interjection had been aimed at keeping her mind occupied while he prepared her ass. The sensation of his appendage swirling inside her asshole was uncomfortable and foreign but not all unpleasant.
“It’s okay, baby girl,” Drake murmured as he pulled a nipple into his mouth and suckled in long, drawn-out motions that sparked fire along her core. “Just breathe. Relax your muscles and push back against Daddy Damian’s finger, like you would when you poop.”
“Oh God,” Elle wailed with embarrassment but did her best to follow his instructions. Anything to make the burning recede. She took deep breaths and pushed back against Damian’s finger. He pushed in deeper, and the burn intensified before slowly starting to ebb away. She sighed in relief as Damian moved his finger slowly, allowing her to adjust to the sensation.
Meanwhile, Drake slid two fingers into her pussy, stretching her, preparing her. He curled his fingers, hitting that sweet spot again, sending waves of pleasure crashing over her.
“Ohh, that feels so wicked. To have your fingers in both my holes,” she moaned as her body relaxed more, allowing Damian to slide his finger in and out with ease.
He added a second finger, scissoring them to stretch her out. The burn returned, only more intense this time. She whimpered and tensed again. “God, it hurts.”
Damian paused, stilling his fingers inside her. “I know, little one,” he said softly. “But it’ll get better, I promise. Just keep breathing, keep pushing back against my fingers.”
“You can do this, babygirl.” Drake captured her lips in a soft kiss. His fingers continued to swirl inside her pussy, distracting her from the discomfort. With masterful precision, he coaxed her until she kissed him back, and her body slowly relaxed again.
After what felt like an eternity, the burn began to ebb away, replaced with a feeling of fullness. She pushed back against Damian’s fingers. To her surprise, she wanted more… of what she wasn’t sure, just that what he was doing wasn’t enough.
“That’s our good girl, little babygirl,” he praised with pride. “You’re ready, aren’t you? Ready to take both of your Daddies?”
“Yes, Daddy.” She nodded, her body aching with need. She wanted this, wanted to feel them both inside her, claiming her completely. “Please, Daddies, fuck me now.”
Drake turned her onto her side, with him at her front and Damian behind her. Hooking his arm under her knee, he dragged it up and held it in place at her waist, spreading her wide open.
“Ohh,” she wailed as Drake’s cock slowly slid inside her with Damian’s fingers now pumping deep inside her ass.
Elle forgot to breathe. Her mind was in total disarray, and she was unable to unscramble the myriad sensations flooding her. She couldn’t tell what nerve endings controlled what orifice or if the sensations duplicated themselves from where Damian’s fingers spiraled into her to where Drake’s cock was rioting inside her pussy. It all engulfed and overloaded her sensory input, leaving her gasping as she tried desperately to draw a breath.
“That’s it… breathe, babygirl,” Drake rasped as he rubbed the head of his cock against her clit. Pleasure coursed through her.
“I… maybe I’m not ready for this.” Her breath stuttered as she was overcome with a moment of panic.
“We believe in you, love,” Drake crooned into her ear. “You can do this.”
His reassuring words awakened her determination. She wanted this, and there was no way she was going to allow a smidgen of fear of the unknown to destroy her one chance at untold magic.
“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpered as Damian pressed the head of his cock inside her anus, slowly working his way past her sphincter. Drake followed suit, and soon, their cocks were stretching her, slowly filling her.
“Oh, oh… fuck me. That’s… it’s… fuuck,” she wailed as her body tensed at the profound sensation. It burned, and the discomfort bordered on pain as Damian’s cock breached her tight hole. “Oww,” she cried as he snapped his hips and firmly embedded himself to the hilt inside her rectum, with Drake thrusting deep at the same time.
“F-Fuck… fuck… fuck… I can’t!” She clawed at Drake’s back as she succumbed to the fear of the unknown sensations that rippled through her. It was that, more than anything, that made her spin out of control.
