Page 44 of Their Little Gozanite

It’s the most amazing blissful experience of my life. I’m the luckiest woman alive on any planet. A grin spreads across my face as I focus on the continued pulsing coming from their cocks.

I only have a few moments to bask in the deliriously amazing feeling before a new sensation takes over. Desperation. An intense need to do it again. I start bucking and writhing. “Please. More…”

Bamgin pulls out of me.

“No!”

Nanish lifts me off his shaft and hands me to Bamgin.

I wiggle in his arms, trying to get down. I need to do that again. I need them inside me. Why did they stop?

Bamgin rushes through the house to the kitchen.

I’m confused and desperate as he turns on the water.

Nanish is next to us. He grabs my hand. “Hang on, Baby girl. Let us wash you.”

Bamgin lowers me into the water.

I’m crying, begging. “Please… Why did you stop? I need more.”

Nanish holds me down, keeping me from flopping right out of the basin, while Bamgin angles the nozzle directly at my pussy. The water soothes my skin, but I’m still struggling.

Nanish kisses me. “Deep breaths, Little one.”

Bamgin splashes water on me and grabs the soap.

I’m still writhing as he washes me. Eventually I give up the fight and slump against the basin, panting and confused. When I blink my eyes open, I find my two Papis looking down at me with adoration shining in their eyes. They’re both stroking my skin. They each have a hand. They’re kissing my fingers.

My memory returns. They warned me this would happen. I finally lick my lips. “Oh.”

Nanish chuckles. “Yeah. That was more powerful than I expected. Are you okay?”

“I think so.” I shiver. “When can we do it again?”

Bamgin grins. “As often as we want for the rest of our lives, Little one. Sometimes with one of us, sometimes with both. We’ll take you in every position imaginable all over this house. But right now, you need a chance to heal. We stretched you very far, Baby girl.”

I shake my head. “I’m fine. I want to do it again.”

My Papis lift my soaking body out of the basin and wrap a towel around me. They hold me between them, kissing me all over, pricking my skin in a dozen places.

At first I think they’re injecting me with their calming serum, trying to get me to stop begging for sex, but soon I realize I’m hornier than ever. They’re using an aphrodisiac. They aren’t going to turn me down.

I knew it already, but I’m definitely the luckiest woman in the universe.