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Tyler

Fire explodes around me, covering my body. The screams of my unit fills my ears as the pain of being burned engulfs me.

“Tyler, baby. Wake up for us, you’re having a nightmare.”

I have to help them! Their screams penetrate me to my core.

“Tyler, baby, you’re okay.”

I woke with a start and jerked backwards from the figure hovering over me. My hands balled into fists; I would protect my men no matter the cost.

“Hey, you were having a nightmare,” my partner Elliot soothed. His large hands rubbed up and down my chest. “It was just a nightmare.”

My skin burned and the smell of smoke still hung heavy in my memories, but he was correct. I was at home in our bed. I wasn’t overseas. Instead I was home, in our bed, safe and sound. Taking in a deep breath, I cleared my lungs of the imaginary smoke and breathed in his scent instead.

“I’m sorry,” I rambled, ashamed of my night terror. They’d been more frequent since I’d agreed to travel back home and host a fundraiser for another veteran. He’d been injured overseas too. He was younger than me, with a wife and a daughter. I had so much difficulty navigating life after my injuries and I couldn’t imagine trying to deal with all the changes and explain them to my child. My heart hurt for him.

The upcoming trip had brought back some terrible memories.

“You don’t have to be sorry, Tyler. It’s okay. You’re okay,” Elliot assured me, bending and pressing a kiss to my lips. “We’re leaving in the morning and it’s totally normal you had a night terror tonight.” Elliot’s presence soothed me. He’d been my rock for a long time.

“Papa, you okay?” Our Little one, Tinsley, asked from the corner of the room. Probably where Elliot had moved her for safety.

“I’m okay, Teenie. Are you okay? Did Papa scare you?”

“No, I wasn’t ascared,” she said, climbing back into the bed. I opened my arms and she snuggled up against my side. Her slight tremble told me that she’d been a little ‘ascared’. “I’m sorry, sweet girl.”

“Do you want your meds?” Elliot asked.

My psychiatrist had written me a new prescription for sleeping pills once I’d told him about the nightmares resurfacing. I was familiar with them since I’d also had them when I was recovering in the burn unit and then in the rehab facility that had so graciously helped me adjust to life after my injuries.

“No, I’m okay,” I assured him. I hadn’t taken the first pill since we’d picked them up from the pharmacy and I hoped to keep it that way.

“There’s nothing wrong with needing them, baby,” Elliot said, bending again, this time kissing my forehead.

“I know,” I answered. I just wasn’t ready yet.

“I think I can go back to sleep,” I said, turning to look at the illuminated clock on the dresser.

Two AM.

“Come snuggle us?” I asked. I hated how pinched his face was. Causing him to worry was my least favorite thing to do.

“Are you okay if I turn the light back off or do you want it on?” he asked. God bless him for being so thoughtful.

“Off. I’m okay.” My heart still pounded in my chest and my scars felt tight, but mentally I was okay.

Elliot flipped the light off and climbed back in bed with us. Tinsley had already fallen asleep again, thankfully, and I shifted her to lie on top of me.

“Thank you,” I whispered over her even breathing. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“I’ll always be here for you, baby.” He put his leg over mine and we interlocked our hands to lay over Tinsley’s back.

I waited until his leg fully relaxed against mine before I let sleep take me back under.

***

A weight on my stomach followed by soft kisses to my chest woke me the next morning. Tinsley sat on me fully dressed. Her curly pigtails brought a smile to my face and I reached up to pull them playfully.

“Good morning, Teenie.”

“Morning, Papa.”

I chuckled when she continued to sit on me, not saying anything else.

“Do you need Papa for something?”

“Yas, huh,” she answered, giving no more information.

“What do you need, little love?”

The alarm from my phone filled the room and she smiled cutely.

“Is wake up time.”

I silenced the alarm and pulled her down, kissing her button nose. “Thank you for waking Papa up,” I told her.

“Did you wait until the alarm, Teenie?” Elliot asked, coming into the room with a tray of something that smelled delicious. “She’s had several warnings about waiting to wake you until absolutely necessary.”

“Yas, huh.”

He looked at me for clarification.

“Technically, yes,” I answered.

Chuckling, he shook his head. “Daddy needs to remember you’re a mastermind and will find even the smallest loophole.”

“Tinsley smart.”

“Tinsley is very smart and very naughty,” I teased.

She gasped in indignation. “Nu!”

“The naughtiest baby in all of the land,” Elliot agreed.

Her brow furrowed and she put her hands on her hips. “Nice words, nice hearts,” she scolded.

Laughing in delight, I pulled her down for another kiss. “I love you, Little girl.”

“I love you, Papa.”

“I love you too, Elliot.”

“And I love you. Both of you,” he answered, making me melt. Our relationship was only three months old. We were learning and growing in our menage every day. Elliot and Tinsley had been married for several years when I joined them and I counted my blessings every day that they’d welcomed me into their hearts.

After getting us all situated, we had a delicious breakfast of pancakes and bacon in bed. Finishing my coffee, I poked Tinsley’s belly.

“Do you think you’re going to find the best pancakes in the world in Augusta?”

She had this adorable map of all the cities in Georgia and she colored in a city whenever she ate a pancake there. She had an impressive collection and a dedicated scoring system.

“Yas. The whole wild world,” she confirmed climbing back on top of me.

“Is this ‘sit on Papa day’?” I teased, setting my cup down and resting my hands on her thighs.

“Minutes?” she asked.

I looked at the clock, “We have about 90 minutes before we need to get on the road.”

“Lotsa time.”

“That is lots of time. Was there something you wanted to do?” Elliot asked, collecting the breakfast dishes.

She nodded, making her sweet pigtails flop around.

“What did you want to do, Teenie?” I asked.

“Special time?”

“Oh, you want to have special time with Daddy and Papa?” I asked fucking loving the idea of being in her sweet heat before taking on the hard thing in the horizon.

“Yas, huh.”

“Well, I think we can arrange that, yeah?” I asked Elliot.

“I think we can always make time for intimacy,” he agreed.

***

Tinsley

“Open those legs, Teenie,” Papa commanded with a smack to my thigh. “Let Papa see your kitty.”

Heat rushed up my chest and neck and exploded on my face, but I did as he asked and opened my knees for him.

“Such a good girl,” he praised, climbing between my legs.

Daddy stood behind Papa stroking his cock as he watched us. Daddy really liked to watch Papa do naughty things to me.

“Papa,” I cried when he spread me open and then again when he licked me firmly. He took long, broad licks from me, from my ass all the way to the top of my cleft.

“Tell Daddy what Papa’s doing to you, Tinsley,” Daddy demanded.

“He’s l-licking me,” I cried arching up to his mouth. Papa wasn’t playing around. He was hellbent on pleasure unlike normally when we took our time.

“What’s he licking?”

“M-my pussy.”

“She tastes so fucking sweet, Elliot,” Papa said.

“Yeah, nice and sweet for us?” Daddy asked, spurring Papa on.

“Papa,” I moaned when he slid his thick fingers inside of me.

His strategy of hard sucks to my clit while two fingers twisted and teased my cunt was going to make me come very quickly and I wanted so badly to hold off for Daddy and Papa. I wanted it to last.

“Teenie, you’re so wet for us that I can hear Papa finger fucking you. You’re so responsive to us. Such a good fucking girl,” Daddy praised.

Biting my lip, I tried to pull back from Papa’s mouth, but he didn't like it, and moved his hands to cup my ass and held me tightly against him.

“Papa, nooo,” I whined, struggling against him. “I want to wait for you.”

He looked up at me. “No, Papa wants to feel you shatter under him before we fuck you. Come for Papa, Tinsley. Don’t make me spank you for being naughty,” he said before ducking between my thighs again. Papa hated to spank me, almost as much as Daddy did, but I knew he would if I didn’t obey him.

Renewing his efforts, he flicked my clit rapidly and I knew I was done for. Giving a tiny moan, I gave into the pleasure.

“Fucking beautiful,” Daddy growled.

“Good girl, Teenie. You’re such a good girl,” Papa said between licks.

Before the last spasms even stopped, Papa flipped me onto my hands and knees. “Elliot, do you want her pussy or her mouth?”

“Her pussy.”

“Perfect, I’ll stuff her little mouth.”

The bed shifted and I felt Daddy’s hands on my hips. Papa crawled around to the front and rested back against the pillows, his long thick cock bobbled between us.

“Mouth, Papa? Please?” I begged impatiently. I loved giving them head, it was such an intimate thing for us.

“So eager, Teenie,” Papa said, his eyes were heated and his voice was raspy from his arousal. I didn’t think he minded me being eager.

Daddy slid into me from behind and my eyes rolled back as more delicious feelings filled me. He felt so good as he stretched me. My tits felt heavy and I hoped Papa would play with my nipples.

“Fuck, baby,” Daddy groaned, pulling back and slamming into me again. “You feel too good, Little girl.”

Papa rose to his knees on the bed and I opened my mouth for him, allowing him to feed me his cock. His member stretched my mouth wide and a few seconds later, I could feel him bumping the back of my throat. My eyes watered and I worked very hard to keep from gagging. He began to move back and forth and I gulped in air between each stroke.

“Daddy’s going to fuck your cunt and I’m going to fuck your face. We should have plugged your bottom so all of your holes could be stuffed full,” he said, matching his thrusts with Daddy’s. My pussy clenched around Daddy and he chuckled.

“I think she wishes we would have plugged her bottom too, baby. Her cunt tightened when you mentioned it.”

“Oh yeah? You like when we plug you, Teenie? You like it when you’re stretched so full it almost hurts?” Papa taunted. They knew I did. Since entering our menage, we’d all discovered new sides to our sexuality.

“Mmmhhh,” I whined around his length.

“You like being our little fuck toy?” Papa asked, fisting his hands in my pigtails.

“Mhhhh.” I did. I did like being their fuck toy. I also loved being their delicate Little girl too.

Papa released one pigtail and slapped my breast. Oh fuck, that was even better than when he rolled my nipples.

Daddy reached between my legs and rubbed my clit in hard circles. “You’re drenched, baby.” He lifted his hand to show Papa the juices covering his fingers. “Her honey is rolling down my balls.”

“Oh yeah?” Papa asked, picking up the speed of his thrusts.

Daddy moved his fingers back to my clit and within seconds, I was crying out my orgasm around Papa’s cock.

“Fuck,” Daddy moaned. “Tyler, how close are you, baby?”

“Fucking close.”

“Do you think we can fill our girl up at the same time?”

“Absolutely,” Papa said. “Would you like that, Teenie? Your mouth and cunt filled up at the same time by the men who love you? Hmmm, is that what you need?”

“Mmmm,” I answered. I needed that so much.

“I think that was a yes, Tyler,” Daddy said.

“That’s what I think too, Elliot,” Papa agreed. His grip on my hair tightened and Daddy’s hands on my hips did too. Fuck me, I was going to be a very sore Little girl after our special time together. The thought made me giddy.