Sleeping Cutie's Two Daddies (reluctant taboo sleep sex erotica) by Riley Rourke Page A

myself, I always hear my step-dad Ben’s voice.
It’s even weirder that I don’t feel bad about it at all. Of all my
dumb hang-ups, that doesn’t even register. It’s just a fantasy, you
know? Ben would never actually do anything like what I
imagine. Never in a million years.
    “Mine too,” I fantasized. Two men. That was enough to get me blushing again. Having a fantasy
about my daddy? No big deal. But two guys? Yeah, that was
crazy. “Does my little girl like her other dad’s hands on her tits?
On her big, round, tits? These nipples are so hard, sweetie. So, so
hard. Do you want me to suck on them?”
    The new voice belonged to my second step-dad. It’s a long story. My mom was pretty rough on herself
when she was growing up. Of course, she did her ‘growing up’ after
I was born. Ben was the first guy she hitched up with after my real
dad left, and he did a lot of raising me while my mom did a lot of
partying.
    “Yes,” I whispered into the empty shower.
“Suck my tits, and...oh that’s good...”
    I slid my hand between my legs and stroked as
I pinched my nipples.
    “You like how my fingers feel?” The second
voice, which belonged to Drake, my mom’s current husband, asked in
a whisper. “You want me to put them in you?”
    I bit my lip and slid my middle finger in my
hole. The water had a little surge of heat, like it does some times
that accentuated the burning I felt deep in my center. I’d wanted
this for so long but just never found the right guy.
    But, at least in my imagination, I’d found
two of them. At the same time.
    Gia, you dirty girl . I couldn’t help
by smile as my finger slipped all the way in and I cupped my hand
around myself, grinding my palm against my clit.
    “Oh, feels so good,” I whispered. My voice
bounced off the shower walls. I heard a noise outside the bathroom
and held my breath, but it was nothing. Just someone going down the
hall. Closing my eyes, visions of my two daddies returned. Both Ben
and Drake were fit guys – my mom would of course tolerate nothing
less, but Drake was a life-long swimmer. Really lean and trim,
where Ben was a weightlifting guy; big and bulky and muscly. I
couldn’t decide which type I liked better, so I guess my mind made
up its own solution.
    “How about this?” Imaginary Drake said. I ran
my hand along the outside of my thigh to simulate his dick on me. Just the thought of the word made me giggle
involuntarily.
    “Yes,” I moaned. I slipped another finger
right in beside the first and started turning them in slow circles
in opposite directions. God did it ever feel good. I wanted to really do this so bad that it hurt sometimes.
    It wasn’t that I was embarrassed about the
other girls talking about their boyfriends. Not really. It was that
I was ashamed at how bad I wanted to do all that stuff. I
was just too shy. Too damn shy.
    I pushed hard with my palm, making it go in
the same little circles my fingers did, and couldn’t help but grunt
softly.
    “I think our baby girl wants my cock, what do
you think, Ben?” My two fantasy daddies exchanged a glance and I
reached down to find that both of them were big and hard and
standing straight up.
    A third finger went inside me. I started
dragging my fingertips along the front of my sex, right over a
little place that made me wiggle with pleasure. In and out, a
little faster, a little harder, I pumped my hand as the water
bounced off my erect nipples and my breath tightened in my
chest.
    “Do you think she wants one?” In my
imagination, Ben paused to kiss my neck. In reality, my knees were
starting to go a little weak and I was beginning to shake. “Or do
you think she wants both?”
    Immediately, I got a deliciously naughty
vision of me on top of my daddy Ben, his dick so deep in me that it
hurt, and Drake standing behind me, his hands kneading my tits, and
his rock hard cock pushing on my...no, no, no, it couldn’t be. I’d
never even thought of someone doing that, but...
    I