Page 75 of Double Daddies (Dirty Daddies Anthologies #8)

Chapter Ten

Nora

“Come on Tiggy,” I whine. “I can’t do it alone.”

What about Lil? He raises his eyebrow.

“Lil is too small to help me. You know that. She’s just a baby.”

I look toward the door of my playroom. Everything in me wants to go in there and play with what they have in there, but I’m nervous. I’ve only been in there once and I was half-asleep.

“Please, Tiggy,” I beg. “I really can’t do this alone.”

Aiden arrived earlier this morning to look over my feet. Everything looks healed apparently, and he gave me the okay to walk around. But I am sitting on the ground in the living room, not moving. Daddy and Papa are doing something in their office and said they would be done in a couple of minutes.

“Ti—” I groan, holding my stomach.

It was a sharp cramp, like someone was thrusting a knife and twisting it.

“Tig,” I whimper as another cramp hits. “I’m not…” Tears form in my eyes as I hold my stomach, lying on the ground.

I can’t be having my period. I had it right before I came here. What could it be?

“Tiggy, go get Daddy and Papa,” I beg but he doesn’t move or make any sound.

Pulling my legs up to my chest, I try to take a deep breath, but a cramp hits, making me clench my jaw and groan in pain.

“Tig,” I sob, my voice weak from the pain.

Call them, he finally speaks.

Will they be able to hear me? The cabin isn’t big, and I haven’t seen all of it. I don’t know where their office was or if it’s close.

“Daddy! Papa!” I raise my voice, but it wasn’t very loud.

With one hand wrapped around my stomach, I pull myself an inch forward, trying to get closer so they can hear me. Tears are streaming down my face as another cramp hits.

“Daddy!” I sob, my arm crumbling to the ground. I bring my legs back up to my stomach, trying to alleviate some of the pain, but it’s not working.

I don’t know how long I am lying there in agony, clutching my stomach with tears streaming down my face but footsteps were there, coming closer to me.

“Papa?” I whimper.

“Oh, baby,” Footsteps rush toward me.

“What’s wrong, little bit?” Daddy asks, concern written all over his face.

Both of them are kneeling in front of me as another cramp hits, making me groan in pain.

“I’m calling Aiden,” Daddy says, taking his phone out of his pocket.

“Where does it hurt, baby?” Papa cups my face. “Tell Papa where it hurts.”

“St-stomach.” I close my eyes. The cramping is getting worse and worse with each minute.

“Nora is in a lot of pain,” Daddy says. “She’s lying on the floor with her hands wrapped around her stomach, her knees to her chest.”

“Period?” Papa asks.

“No,” I sob, looking at them.

“It’s not her period,” Daddy says into the phone. He paces in front of me as Aiden says something on the phone. “Little Bit, when was the last time you pooped?”

My face turns bright red. “I don’t—” I suck in a breath as another cramp hits. “I don’t know.”

“She doesn’t know. We’ll try that. I’ll call you later,” Daddy says, hanging up. “Bathroom.”

I shake my head, not wanting to get up and move. There is no way I will be able to walk to the bathroom with how much pain I’m in.

“I’ve got you,” Papa whispers, gently picking me up.

I grip his shirt, holding tightly as he walks me to the bathroom. Daddy follows closely behind, concern flowing through his eyes.

“Help me,” Papa says as he holds me.

Daddy starts to take off my clothes. I try to protest as another cramp hits, making me try to ball up in his arms, even though I can’t.

“You’re okay,” Daddy whispers.

Before I know it, I’m sitting on the toilet completely naked. Mortification fills me as my stomach cramps again, begging me to let go. But I can’t, not when Daddy and Papa are in the bathroom with me.

“You’re okay,” Papa whispers. “Just let go.”

Papa is sitting in front of me, rubbing my inner thigh gently. Tears pool in my eyes, and I quickly shut them as I wrap my arms around my stomach, trying to hold it in.

“Please,” I beg, not able to look at them. “I’m okay. You can leave me.”

“No can do, little bit,” Daddy says. “We don’t want you to be in so much pain you fall and hit your head.”

“I won’t,” I wail, making eye contact with Papa.

He’s still sitting in front of me, rubbing my inner thigh. I can’t help but allow him to do it. He’s calming me slightly… slightly as I have a meltdown.

“Just relax and go. Nothing to be embarrassed about,” Papa whispers. “Just let go.”

“I’ll turn on the water,” Daddy says.

I know he wants to help but it just makes it worse. Before I can ask them to leave again, my body loses the battle, and I expel into the toilet. Tears rush down my face.

I suck in a breath as I stop, keeping my eyes closed. My nose wrinkles as I take another breath in.

“Oh my,” I whisper, absolutely mortified.

“What’s wrong?” Daddy asks.

“I stink. My poop stinks. I can’t do this,” I wail. “You need to leave me alone. Pretend this never happened. Better yet, I need to leave so you don’t have to see my face again.”

“You don’t stink,” Daddy says.

“I do! Don’t lie to me.” I wrap an arm around my stomach. “I absolutely have stinky poop, and you are here to witness it.”

“Our stinky baby,” Papa whispers as he cups my face.

Tears stream down my face, but he wipes them away.

“No.” I hiccup.

“But I like our baby, even if she is a little stinky.” Papa kisses my forehead.

“There is nothing to be embarrassed about, little bit. It’s natural,” Daddy says as he rubs my back.

“You’re not the one pooping in front of two Daddies,” I sob, closing my eyes. “And I’m completely naked! I’ll never be able to look at you two the same. I can’t. I?—”

“Breathe,” Papa commands. “Take a deep breath in.”

I glare at him. “This is not the time?—”

“Do as Papa says.” He raises an eyebrow. “Breathe for me. There is no reason for you to panic.”

I take a deep breath, appeasing him. My body starts to calm down as another cramp hits me, and I push, expelling more from me.

“Dig me a hole and put me down there so I can die,” I wail, pushing my face into Papa’s chest. “This is so mortifying. Worse actually.”

Daddy continues to run his warm hand up and down my back, trying to bring me comfort. Papa holds the back of my neck, keeping me in place.

“I can’t believe I’m pooping in front of you both,” I whisper.

“It’s happening, and it’s okay. There is nothing wrong with it,” Daddy gently says.

“There is,” I sob. “Has any other girl pooped in front of you? Did it stink so bad? I can’t.”

“Look at me,” Papa commands.

My eyes open. He gives me a small smile, kissing my forehead.

“No other Little has pooped in front of us. We are honored you have. You are letting us take care of you. There is nothing to be embarrassed about.” Papa cups my face with his hands. “It means so much to us.”

My shoulders slump as I lean into his hands, closing my eyes once again.

“There is no reason for you to be embarrassed. I promise. If you want, we won’t mention this again.” Daddy rubs my back.

“I”—I take a deep breath—“I think I would like that,” I whisper.

It’s the only way I'll be able to get through this. Yes, it’s happened, but if they don’t mention it, I’ll be okay. I can lock it away in the back of my mind and never think about it again.

Pulling my face out of Papa’s hands, I sit up straight. I reach for the toilet paper, but Daddy stops me.

“Let us take care of you.” He rips some off.

My face goes red as he starts to wipe me. I hold my breath as he continues to clean me up.

“Breathe,” Papa whispers.

I suck in a breath as Daddy steps away. “All done.”

My whole body sags, my head hitting Papa’s chest. He wraps his arms around me, picking me up and holding me close. I nuzzle my face into his neck as he carries me out of the bathroom. He lays on the bed and Daddy does the same next to us, sandwiching me between them.

I know I was embarrassed in the beginning for pooping in front of them, not able to get over it at the time. But looking at it now, they took such good care of me. They genuinely didn’t seem to care that I was having tummy trouble. Their concern outweighed everything.

They were truly meant for me like I am meant for them. We work so well together, even though we haven’t known each other for long.

What did I do to get so lucky?

“Such a good girl,” Daddy whispers in my ear.

A shiver runs up my spine. I’m still completely naked in front of them while they are fully clothed. I tug on Papa’s shirt before turning and doing the same to Daddy’s.

“Off,” I demand.

Both of them chuckle but pull their shirts off. I lick my lips, and before I can think about it too much I lean forward, licking Elijah’s stomach.

“Shit,” he mutters.

Turning around, I do the same to Brix before I swirl my tongue around his nipple, biting it a little.

“Baby,” Brix groans.

I can’t help but smile. Need and pleasure runs through me as I look at them.

“Please,” I beg. “I need you both.”

They both still.

“Are you sure?” Elijah asks. “Once we have you, there is no going back.”

“I don’t want to. I want to stay here for the rest of my life with you two. I know we’ve only known each other for a couple of days, but it’s like I’ve known you my whole life. I feel this connection with you two that I can’t explain.”

Brix growls. “You’re positive?”

I nod. “Yes.”

They both get off the bed and take their pants and boxers off. My mouth falls open as I take them in. Their cocks are standing to attention, begging for me to touch them, lick them, have them inside me.

“Please,” I beg, clenching my thighs together. “I don’t want any foreplay. I just want you in me.”

I have never been a huge foreplay person. I’ve never been patient enough for that.

“Are you sure?” Brix asks, taking his cock in hand and giving it a couple of pumps.

“Yes,” I say, nodding. “I don’t know how long I’ll last. I haven’t done anything in a while. Well, besides when you made me come on the couch.”

What if I come too early?

“Don’t worry,” Brix says. “Come whenever and as much as you want.”

“Lay on your back, close to the edge of the bed,” Elijah commands.

I do as he says, my bottom almost hanging off the bed. Elijah spreads my legs, lining himself up with me.

“Are you sure?” Elijah asks.

I nod, but Brix twists my nipple. Pain spreads across me, and I moan as it turns into pleasure.

“Words,” Brix reminds me.

“Yes,” I breathlessly say. “Yes, I’m sure.”

Brix leans down, capturing my other nipple in his mouth. My chest arches as he swirls his tongue around, and Elijah slowly pushes into me. Moaning, I close my eyes as pleasure courses through my body, pleading with him to do more.

“Please,” I beg as Elijah continues to push inside me. “Elijah. Brix,” I moan their names.

My right hand reaches over, wrapping my fingers in Brix’s hair as Elijah pulls out, thrusting back into me with gusto. My legs fall, but Elijah is quick to grab them, holding them as he continues to ram into me.

Brix bites my nipple, pain and pleasure pulsing through my veins, pushing me closer and closer to my release. Elijah picks up his speed as I clench around him.

“Elijah,” I moan. “I’m close.”

I don’t know who reaches down to start rubbing my clit, but I gasp as the pleasure gets more intense.

“Ple-please,” I moan.

“Come.” Elijah thrusts as someone pinches my clit.

Screaming, I come undone as Elijah continues to thrust into me, chasing his own release, and Brix continues to assault my nipple with his mouth. My whole body goes limp as I lay there as Elijah pulls out.

“No,” I mumble, not liking the feeling of him leaving me.

He chuckles. “Be a good girl.”

Brix leaves my nipples, moving across the bed. I watch him get into place, his hard dick standing up in command.

“Come,” Brix commands.

He’s sitting on the bed, his back up against the headboard.

“I want you to ride me,” he says.

I look at him with uncertainty. “I’ve never done this before,” I whisper.

“Don’t worry, I’ll help you.” He beckons me with his finger. “Come on. Hold onto the headboard, and I’ll guide your hips.”

I crawl on top of him, gripping the headboard like he said. Nerves fill my stomach as I make eye contact with him.

“Good girl for following Brix’s command,” Elijah praises.

I smile at him before looking back at Brix. His hands are on my hips, slowly helping me lower onto him, his dick entering me. My knuckles turn white on the headboard as I stretch around him.

“Ohhhh,” I moan as I slide down the last little bit.

I take a deep breath, taking a second to get used to the feeling of being full in a different way.

“Ready?” Brix asks.

I nod. “Yes.”

“Just lift up and push yourself down. I’ll help you,” he gently says.

I look over at Elijah, who is sitting and gazing at us.

“I like to watch,” he says. “Continue unless you are uncomfortable.”

“No.” I clench around Brix.

Brix moans. “Our girl likes it,” he forces out.

His hands squeeze my hips tighter. Lifting myself, I gasp as I slowly move back down, sparks spreading through my body with each inch I take.

“Take my cock like a good little slut,” Brix groans as I rise again.

Every muscle in me tightens as I push myself down, my eyes rolling to the back as pleasure bursts through me. I continue to lift and push myself down, Brix helping speed me up. I clench around him, the pleasure building up inside of me with every movement.

“Shit,” Brix groans. “I’m like a fucking teenager.”

Without warning, he starts moving his hips, thrusting inside of me with newfound energy. My mouth opens, moans coming out as he hits a certain spot within me.

“Please,” I beg.

“Come on my cock like a good girl,” he commands. “Come like you’ve never come before.”

As I grip the headboard even tighter, Brix continues to thrust into me, his fingers digging into my skin. I scream as I get pushed over the edge, coming on his cock. Brix shouts in pleasure as he chases his own release.

I sag onto his chest, letting go of the headboard. Brix is still inside me as we both catch our breath, not moving from each other.

“Amazing,” I whisper. “Both of you are amazing.”

Papa chuckles and wraps his arms around me. I nuzzle into his chest, closing my eyes for several seconds as I come down from everything.

“Let’s go clean you up,” Daddy whispers.