Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
I’m aware of Ekert securing her waist and then her ankles while I continue to flick my tongue over my girl’s swollen bud. Finally I let my quill down. This time I inject her with a numbing serum. It will keep her from feeling any pain during the procedure.
Her bottom lip is pushed out when I lift my head. “Meanie.”
I bend closer to kiss her lips. “Sometimes Papis are big meanies, but we always know what’s best for our Little girls, and the best thing for you is for us to get your little titties pierced right now. Waiting any longer will only cause you to fret.” I step out of the way, trading places with Ekert.
Rounding to my girl’s feet, I slide my hands up her legs and palm the insides of her thighs. Stroking her sensitive skin so close to her pussy will give her something to focus on instead of the piercing.
Sophie stands on a stool at the head of the chair. She clasps my girl’s hands. “Don’t worry. It’s so fast. It will be over before you know it.”
Sure enough, Ekert lines the piercing gun up with her nipple. A second later a tiny pop sounds. When he pulls the gun away, I smile. The yellow gozanite stone is so unbelievably pretty dangling from her tit.
Ten seconds later, the red stone is secured to her other bud.
Mags has her eyes squeezed closed tight. “Tell me when you’re going to do it.”
Ekert chuckles. “It’s all done, Little one.”
She gasps as she opens her eyes and lifts her head. “OhmyGod.”
Bamgin releases her wrists while I remove the straps from her ankles.
Ekert gets the last strap at her waist.
Her eyes are wide as Bamgin helps her sit upright. “I can’t believe it.”
Bamgin reaches out to touch one of the stones, making it sway. “So pretty.”
“They are obscenely huge,” Mags complains.
“They’re the same as any others you’ll see, naughty girl. Same size and weight,” Bamgin informs her.
She looks toward Ekert. “When can I take them out? Do they have to stay in for a few weeks?”
I speak up so Ekert doesn’t have to. “They don’t come out ever, Little one. The hoops are permanent. Not removeable.”
Her eyes bug out again. This time as nerves assault her, I lean over her thigh, lick a section close to her pussy, and prick her sensitive skin, giving her a dose of calming serum. It works. Her breathing evens out as she continues to stare at the stones.
Gozanite was the perfect choice. Her eyes match the colors exactly. I’ll never tire of looking at both her eyes and the gemstones.
Chapter Eighteen
Margaret
As soon as we get home, I rush through the house to look in the mirror in my Papis’ bedroom. I’m still in shock. They don’t hurt, which shouldn’t surprise me. They’re just so huge, and they sway with every step. I’ll never get used to them. I’m not sure I want to.
But I did my part, so I want my rewards. I spin around. “What’s my surprise?” It better be good. I got my nipples pierced to earn a surprise I know nothing about. Granted they also agreed to finally have sex with me today, so I’m looking forward to that with some level of trepidation, too.
It would help if I weren’t a virgin. If I’d at least gone out on a few dates in high school or college and let some boy get in my pants, I wouldn’t be quite as nervous about having sex now.
I’d still be somewhat stressed of course since these men are much larger than any boy I ever would have given my virginity to. Plus there are two of them. They’re going to have sex with me in both holes. I shudder at the reminder.
Bamgin leaves the room and returns with a box. He sets it on the floor in front of me.
I drop to my knees to open it, tearing into the packaging as fast as possible. As soon as I pull the flap back, I gasp. I’m so shocked I can’t speak for long seconds. Finally I reach into the box and pull out the basketball.
I hug it high against my chest like a child would a doll, careful to avoid the piercings. “How did you get one?” They’ve told me over and over there are no basketballs on Eleadia.
Nanish smiles. “We came up with the idea after we’d already left Earth, so we asked Zingar—who was on the next transport vessel—to bring it back with him. Four balls actually. We didn’t think they would last forever.”
“But I don’t have a hoop to throw it through,” I say, trying not to sound ungrateful. Just holding the ball is almost enough. Smelling it. The scent is so familiar to me. Basketball was my life for so many years.