Page 2 of Learning to Ride
“I’m thirsty too,” Daddy Stetson says and reaches for me.
Before I know it, I’m pressed up against his big sweaty body that smells so good and reminds me that I’m safe. When Daddy Stetson goes to get his kiss, he too licks inside my mouth. I let him do it because I know they’re out here working hard, and if this is what they need, then I’m happy to help.
“Y’all ran out this morning without giving me one.” I pout a little as Daddy Stetson puts me on my feet. His hands linger on my bottom, but it feels nice that he’s holding me securely so that I don’t fall. Sometimes I’m clumsy.
“You had us worked up,” Daddy Dalton says, and I turn to him.
“Worked up how? I made breakfast.”
“It’s all right, sugar britches. You didn’t mean to do it,” Daddy Stetson says. “But the thing is, we’ve been having a hard time concentrating since then.”
“Oh no, I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry,” Daddy Rowdy is quick to say. “But maybe you can help us out so that we can get back to work.” He rubs his hand over the front of his jeans, and I wonder if the thing he’s got in there is making it hard to work.
“You know I’m always happy to help. Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it,” I say, eager to do whatever they need.
“That’s our good girl,” Daddy Dalton says as he moves closer. In fact, all three of them are crowding around me. “It’s time you did a few extra chores so that we can focus on work. We can’t walk around like this all day.” He rubs the front of his jeans too.
I notice that Daddy Dalton has something in his jeans too, and a quick glance at Daddy Stetson confirms all three of my daddies are having trouble.
“I think whatever this is might be the problem.” I reach out and touch the front of Daddy Dalton, and when I rub my hand over the bulge, he groans. “Does it hurt?”
“Real bad,” he says as he reaches for the front. “Get on your knees, sugar, and we’ll show you how to fix it.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I say and slowly lower to the ground.
ChapterTwo
ROWDY
Well, there’s no going back now, and I know I don’t want to. After this morning and seeing the front of her sleep shirt soaking wet, her titties dripping, I knew how today would end. We’ve been good far longer than some men, but it’s high time we put her to work.
We unbutton our jeans, and Kizzy’s eyes widen as the three of us spring out, swollen and dripping, in front of her face. “This is called a cock, sugar. You’re gonna put it in your mouth and suck on it like a popsicle. Real sweet and gentle with your tongue.”
“Okay,” she agrees softly and then swallows.
“We’re gonna teach you how to do it,” Dalton says before gently taking her by the chin. “Open your mouth.”
I stand there eager for my turn while I slowly pump my fist up and down my length. I’m so fucking hard I’ve got cum leaking out already, but I’ll get to go soon enough. The sight of Dalton’s dick pushing past her lips makes us collectively groan. I bet it feels so good getting a blow job after being hard for months.
“That’s it, fuck that’s it. Fuck!” Dalton hisses, and then he quickly pulls out of her mouth, a stream of cum spurting from his cock. “Shit.”
“Did I do it wrong?” Kizzy looks stricken, and I shake my head as I hold out my cock for her next.
“No, sugar, you did it so good he lost his nut.” I smile down at her and drag the tip of my cock over her lips. “I think you might have done it too good.”
“Fuck, I think I blacked out,” Dalton says like he’s out of breath.
Kizzy smiles as I push into the wet warmth of her mouth, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. The way she sucks me all the way to back of her throat has my sack getting tight and my toes curling. Fuck, she’s going to do the same to me with one good suck on my dick.
“Goddamn that mouth,” I grunt.
“I told you,” Dalton says as he strokes his still hard cock.
“Wait your turn,” Stetson warns. “I’m next.”
“So good.” I moan as I grip her hair with both my hands and plant my feet. “Perfect mouth.”