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There’s movement behind me, and then Mommy’s chest presses against my back and I realize she must be kneeling with me. At her gentle tug, I let my head fall back, and her chest rumbles with laughter as she brushes her lips down the side of my neck.

“Our sweet Little girl,” she murmurs, amusement echoing in every syllable. “Are you going to be a good girl and swallow Daddy’s cock, angel?”

“Y-yes, Mommy.” Despite the rebellion I can still feel inside me, my pussy clenches emptily at the thought of pleasing them.

Of being their good girl.

There’s a quiet jangling sound as Daddy undoes his dress belt and frees his cock.

His really, really big cock.

Wrapping a hand around the thick length, he squeezes, and fear snakes icy fingers up my spine.

I’m supposed to put that thing in my mouth?

This is it. This is how I die. No fucking way can I swallow that monster dick without choking to death.

But it seems I’m not to be given a choice. Using her grip on my ponytail, Mommy pushes my head forward until my lips bump up against Daddy’s cock.

“Open up, angel,” Mommy purrs with equal parts encouragement and demand. “Be a good girl for us and you can have a reward when we get home.”

The promise of a reward gives me the boost I need to part my lips. Daddy’s cock pushes into my mouth, helped in no small part by Mommy’s hold on my hair. He tastes of sweat and skin and something uniquely Daddy, and my clit throbs at the taste of him on my tongue.

“Fucking hell, angel,” Daddy groans. “Your mouth is so goddamn sweet. But you can take more than that.”

I can’t, not without choking. But again I’m given no choice. Mommy forces my head down until the tip bumps against the back of my throat and my muscles spasm around the length of him.

Even as I gag, though, Mommy doesn’t relent. “That’s our good little angel. Choking on her Daddy’s cock like such a good girl. Let’s see how much more of him you can take.”

Panic claws at my chest, and even though I know there’s no chance of fighting both of them off, I instinctively shove at his legs, trying desperately to force my head backward.

“Kerry, if you keep fighting me, we will repeat this at home with Mommy’s punishment cock inside your bottom.” Mommy’s voice is sharp, slicing through to the good girl inside me, and her disappointment sits heavy in my chest. “Is that what you want?”

A low keening sound is all I can manage with my mouth and throat stuffed full of cock. But I force my hands to relax, tears slipping down my cheeks as I will myself to stop fighting. As bad as this is, I can only imagine how much worse it will be with someone fucking my bottom at the same time.

And I really don’t want to find out what a “punishment cock” is.

“There’s our good girl.” Daddy’s voice is a low growl, thick with desire, and everything in me warms at the sound. Even if this wasn’t my choice, I did that to him.

Me. Only me.

That knowledge spurs me on and I relax my jaw as much as I’m able, ignoring my own gagging and choking as Mommy forces my head down until my nose bumps against Daddy’s pelvis. I focus on breathing through my nose as she guides me up and down on his cock, fucking my mouth and throat with every movement.

“Look at our pretty girl, Daddy.” Her tone has changed, filled now with pride rather than the sharp disappointment that threatened to shred me open from the inside. “So sweet with her mouth full of your cock.”

“She is,” Daddy agrees with a low groan. “Our pretty little baby.”

“Daddy’s so close, angel. Make sure you swallow every last drop or Mommy will have to punish you.”

Desperate to please, to prove I can be their good girl, I move my head faster, no longer caring that my throat is burning and I can barely breathe. All that matters is pleasing him, pleasing them.

Finally, after what feels like hours, Daddy’s cock swells in my mouth and the hot, salty taste of him pours down my throat. I instinctively swallow, dragging a string of swear words from Daddy’s mouth that I know for a fact would get mine washed out with soap.

It isn’t fair. But when Mommy gently pulls me off Daddy’s cock and I look up through the tears blurring my vision to see Daddy smiling down at me as he cups my face and tells me what a good job I did, how proud he is of me, I find I don’t mind the unfairness of it all as much as I did.

I am their good girl. And for now, that’s all that matters.

Graham