Daddy takes what’s rightfully his… (Part 2)

(part of the Uncle Jack stories)+++

I don’t know how much time has passed since I got to my room but my pillow is soaked in tears and my chest still aches from Daddy ripping my top and bra off me.

I suddenly hear a noise at my door and go still. I look over and Big Billy is walking into my room, closing my bedroom door behind him.

He’s 6’1, 200lbs+, heavy set guy. Divorced, no kids, and seedy as fuck. I know he gets hard whenever he watches me, God only knows what goes through his thick head when his eyes are locked on my ass.

“Get the fuck out, Billy.” I say, but I’m barely audible. I pull the covers over my chest, hiding myself away.

“Damn, Sammy. You’ve grown. I remember way back when you were a tiny little thing playing in my paddling pool. You any idea how fuckin’ sexy you’ve gotten? Show me them titties again.” he licks his lips as he slowly makes his way over to me.

“I said get the fuck out!” I say it a little louder this time, more confidence in my voice.

37 [M4F] Rape first, blackmail second understand? (Short story)

It’s a little too congested in your neighborhood, but at Roger’s lake nobody will be able to hear you scream. Once we arrive you’ll go for a nice little drag into the forest by your hair, that dirty blonde ponytail clenched in my fist while you tear at that pink top that’s now stretched and pulled up around your neck. Your bubble butt bounces up and down the trail in a state of shock quickly beginning to realize that you really fucked up this time.

Once we arrive at our destination, in a wooded clearing you’ll start frantically begging “Please! No!”and “I made a mistake!” Yes doll you did, and at 5’ 2” you’ll be easy to overpower and use like a worthless fucktoy. I’ll grab the back of your black lace bra tearing it open exposing your tiny A cup tits with rock hard nipples, grabbing your shoulders and placing you on your knees before me.

You’ll begin to scream when the razor sharp blade of my black military knife snaps open leading to me grabbing you by the throat pushing you onto your back against the the ground shaking you violently then telling you “Go ahead scream bitch, nobody can fucking hear you, just don’t move…..”

The Magic of a 3XL Hoodie: Part 5 [FF, height difference, huge boobs, fisting]

“Okay. We’re going to do this. It might seem extreme to you, but it’s really not,” I said, trying to reassure her, “Don’t worry, just follow my lead. Don’t talk, just feel. Trust me.”
“I trust you, Lorrie. What are we doing?”
I shushed her and held her lubricated arm firmly, one hand around her wrist, the other hand gripping her elbow. I pulled her hand toward my pussy. Her fingers tickled me as they passed between my fat pussy lips, and she started reaching for my clit. I took her hand in mine, rolled her fingers into a fist, and before she even had a choice, I put that little balled-up fist right in my pussy. She was speechless and her eyes were wide with alarm, but she didn’t protest. Either way, I was not about to relinquish control now that I had what I wanted. I didn’t give her a chance to hesitate, I pulled her forearm into me up to the elbow and started grinding my clit against her bicep. I felt her hand stir deep within me, and I shuddered with the visceral thrill of being penetrated by something better than any phallus, real or rubber.
“Oh, Dina!” I moaned.
“Doesn’t this hurt?” she asked, stage whispering for some reason.
“No honey, it feels like… I feel *you*. I feel you so deep in me, I love it, I want you so bad, please fuck me like it’s your job, fuck me hard! Tickle my guts while you pump my pussy! I’m probably going to make some crazy noises, just ignore it and keep going.”
That was all she needed to hear, her eyes went from afraid to determined. She moved her knees so she was straddling my leg, then leaned forward, leaning on my soft belly with her free arm. Once she was in position, she went to work, and I mean *work*, bitch! Her arm became a battering ram laying siege to my needy pussy, her tense bicep bumping hard against my swollen clit while her hand wriggled around inside me. I don’t know what to compare it to that doesn’t sound horrifying, but trust me, it was the most intense sexual pleasure I had ever felt (at the time anyway). I hugged the pillow to my face with both arms and howled into it over and over, completely losing control of my voice. My faithful little fuck machine didn’t slow down for a second, it was like she was stuffing me full of ecstasy, packing in more with each earth-shaking thrust. It didn’t take long for it to build up to the breaking point.
“I’m gonna fucking cum, Dina!” I said in a moment of clarity, as I once again found myself at the precipice of orgasm, “When I say ‘now,’ pull out, okay? I’m gonna cummmm!” I sounded like some plastic moron from a porn video, but I didn’t care, this was for real.
“I will,” she said, sounding almost devout.
Hearing that was all it took. I shouted “Now!” not caring if my neighbors heard or anyone else. As the muscles in my abdomen and pelvis tensed, she quickly withdrew her arm. I tossed the pillow off of me, paying no attention to where it went, then compulsively splayed my legs as wide as I could, like I was going to deliver this orgasm like a baby. I held my thick soft pussy lips apart with one hand and went to town on my clit with the other, fingers splayed, thrashing back and forth with abandon. I was so lost in the sauce I have no idea where I was looking, if I was moaning, or what kind of crazy face I was making. Finally, the floodgates opened and I was completely consumed. I felt like I was burning with strange fire, my skin felt hot but I was covered in goosebumps. Streams of crackling electricity coursed up my arms and legs and into my chest. I think I was still rubbing my clit like no tomorrow, but I was no longer aware of it or any of my surroundings. The ringing in my ears drowned out all sound, and my eyes saw nothing but slowly churning grey stars. I had been holding my breath and my lungs were burning urgently, but my orgasm still wasn’t over. I was dimly aware that my legs were kicking and my back was arched, but it didn’t feel like my body, it felt more like an afterimage or a dim reflection (seen through a glass darkly, maybe?). As the storm subsided, I finally let out my breath and inhaled deeply, but that gave me such a strong head rush that I immediately fainted, and my body went slack on the bed. In a couple of seconds my sight returned, slowly opening up from a narrow tunnel to full field of vision, and I could hear Dina calling my name before I felt her hand smacking my face, trying to wake me up.
“What the fuck, Lorrie?! I thought you died! What happened? Are you okay? Should I call for help?” she asked, still terrified.
“No, I’m fine!” I said, putting my arms around her and bringing her close to me. “I just came really hard because you fucked me so good, and then I got a head rush and passed out for a second.”
“Oh!” she said, sitting up abruptly, “I was afraid I gave you an internal hemorrhage or something, I thought I killed you!”
“Nah, if you want to kill me, it’s going to take more than a good fucking, sweetheart.”
“Must have been pretty good to make you pee yourself like that.”
This was news to me.
“What?” I asked, mortified yet again.
“While you were cumming you peed a little bit. See, look,” she said, pointing to a wet spot on the sheet starting at my pussy and extending down the bed. You could see the outline where it had splashed on her leg and dripped down the side of her knee.
“Oh… um, I don’t think that’s pee, I think I actually squirted.”
This was a new development. Since then, I have squirted many times, with and without intending to, but this was the first time in my life that I had squirted enough to notice.
“Squirted? Is that what you call it when you cum so hard you pee?”
“No, squirt, like female ejaculation.”
There was zero recognition in Dina’s eyes.
“Forget it,” I said, trying to sound casual.
She seemed perfectly happy to forget it. Considering this and the other unusual things she had said, I was beginning to understand some things about her. As before, I decided not to push the subject in case it would make her uncomfortable. We both drank some more water, and I sipped a little bit of wine before settling back down on my bed.
She lay on top of me again, and we kissed some more, gently, and I squeezed handfuls of her ass while she jostled my boob with one hand and snaked the other hand down between us until it found my pussy. She felt up my puffy outer lips and jiggled my chubby mons, which felt delicious. Soon, she shifted her focus to my boobs yet again, pushing them together so she could bury her face in their softness, sucking on great big mouthfuls of my smooth warm breasts, whether her wide open mouth encircled a nipple or not. While she nuzzled and suckled me sweetly, her pelvis was beginning to move rhythmically, grinding her vulva against the front of my hip. As I played with her gossamer blond locks, I enjoyed the sensation of her slippery labia parting and the heat of her wet pussy rubbing against me while contented slurping noises issued from deep in the canyon between my giant boobs which almost entirely concealed her head. My own pussy began to wake up again in response, and I could feel the juices collecting at he entrance to my tired and sore vagina.
“Hey Dina…”
“Yeah?”
“Do you want to trib?” As soon as I said it, I realized I shouldn’t have. This was almost certainly another term she didn’t know.
“What’s that?” she asked eagerly. I knew it.
“I like how you’re grinding on me, can we change positions so you’re riding my pussy with yours?”
Her body froze for a moment, like she had just realized she forgot something important, but her uneasy face relaxed just as quickly.
“Ooh, that sounds hot!” she said, doing her best to sound ‘into it.’
I knew she wanted it, so I brought one foot up so that my knee was up in the air, and she put her arms around it as she straddled it and sat down on me, our pussies smooshed together. The difference in size between our bodies meant that this was probably the best position for us. More evenly-matched women can do the other classic scissoring poses, but for us it was best if she just rode me like a thoroughbred while I did sexy starfish. I grabbed the lube bottle from the table and she raised herself up slightly so I could deliver a generous squeeze on both our vulvae.
Dina lowered herself back down and began to gyrate her hips, not enough to make our pussies slip and slide against one another, but enough for her lips to rub and massage mine. I moaned softly, smiled, and started put on a show for her with my boobs again. When she caught sight of what I was doing, she changed her position so she was still in the same spot, but didn’t have to turn her head as far. She got back on the grind, and I kept her entertained by bouncing, hefting, nuzzling, and kissing my boobs, and sucking on my nipples, stopping only to twist and flick them to keep them as big and erect as possible. My display was definitely having the intended effect, because I could tell from her movements that she was getting more and more aroused. She reached down with one hand to spread my big fat pussy lips apart and reveal the dark pink walls of the deep rift which held my clitoris at its bottom. Her own clit, usually exposed anyway, was fully revealed by her spread labia, which were pulled apart by her spread legs. Dina carefully maneuvered her clit down until it found mine, and then she began to lazily swirl them together so that they circled each other like a couple dancing cheek to cheek. It felt so good it made me want to talk dirty.
“Fuck, Dina, you do me good so much,” I said, too tired and horny to make sense.
“Your pussy feels so good, Lorrie, it’s like you’re sucking my clit with your cooch. The inside of your lips are so smooth, this must be what fucking feels like if you have a dick.”
“Well, if you ever grow a dick, just remember you always got a place to plant it right here.”
“No, I just want to do this and suck your big titties and feel your fingers in me again, Lorrie, that’s all.”
“You do whatever you want, I just love watching you lose yourself in my boobs when you’re not fist fucking me into another dimension.”
This must have struck a chord, because Dina moaned deeply and pressed herself against me even harder. With her head back, she continued moaning softly while her hips shook, causing our clits to bounce against one another rapidly. It felt really good, and while I was unlikely to cum this way, I decided to see if I could send her further toward climax with some more choice words.
“Keep fucking me Dina, I want to feel your pussy squeeze when you cum. You’re going to cum, right? I want to feel the orgasm go through your body.”
She was in no position to respond, she was so close she was nonverbal, and her careful clit kisses had deteriorated into uncoordinated bouncing. I kept up the banter.
“That feels so good, I want to see you cum, I want you to cum all over my big wet pussy! Cum all over me, Dina! Rub your clit all over my pussy, fuck me! You sexy little minx, I want you to ride me so hard you can’t help but cum your brains out…” That was all it took.
“I’m cumminggggggggggg! Fuuuuuuuck, ohhh, *cumming*, ah!”
Dina said something else after that, but it was complete gibberish. When her body began to flail, I simply raised my other leg and squeezed her between my thighs, straining to feel the sensation of her vagina and asshole spasming against the base of my leg. She was emitting the kind of noises weightlifters make, and her face was a matching rictus of exertion. Fascinated, I watched as she was gripped by the intense orgasm, her limbs waving and kicking involuntarily, then wrapping around my folded leg and squeezing it so tight I was afraid she would strain my knee. Her pelvis was still bucking, still rubbing against my pussy, and I could feel her juice dripping slowly down my leg onto my ass. Instead of trailing off, the tension in her arms, legs, and back vanished abruptly. She stopped rocking her hips like Elvis, and her hold on my leg eased.
Without releasing her from her confinement between my chubby thighs, I leaned her toward me and gently parted my knees to deposit her onto my chest so that she could enjoy the comfort of my boobs once more. She was still catching her breath, and she fumbled weakly with the nipple in front of her face before closing her eyes and relaxing her body completely. I kissed her head and rubbed her back, and she drew her knees up in front of her, lying on top of me in the fetal position, resting her head on my left breast. ‘I swear, if she starts sucking her thumb…’ I thought to myself.
She looked so cute curled up like that, I cried a little bit. I lay still, not wanting to break the spell, for as long as I could, but after a few minutes I was starting to get cold and Dina’s weight on my abdomen was really pressing on my bladder. She was already asleep by this point, so I tried to be as gentle as possible as I extricated myself from under her and covered her with a blanket. I put on the bathrobe and some flip-flops, turned out the lights, and went to the bathroom.
When I got back, Dina had made herself more comfortable, gotten under the covers properly, and found the pillow. She was lying curled up, her knees almost over the side of the bed. Behind her was an empty spot exactly my size. I took off the robe and sandals and climbed in behind her. I reached over her, and with my hand in the middle of her chest, I pulled her toward me until her ass was in my lap, her hair was tickling my nose, and my boobs and belly were pressed against her back. She was obviously awake, but neither of us spoke. We didn’t need to. I listened to her breathing while I thought about our incredible evening together, and after a moment she was fast asleep again. I dozed off soon after, and had strange dreams while the sour wine burned its way through my gut.

Disturbia [M/F, imprisonment, mild violence, CNC, sadomasochism play, and mentions of trauma reimagined into painplay]

note: not proofread before posting.

Part One:

“Sweetheart,” he urges me, my wrists clutched in his hands as a lock of black hair falls into his eyes. He is sweating. He is normally composed and arrogant; a jester on a cruel lord’s dance floor, eternally smirking and simpering to a crowd of self proclaimed lords and ladies ravenous for our blood. “Sweetheart,” he says again, and it ends in a whine. He is frantic. The way his nails dig half-moons into my skin excites me. “Don’t. Dont!”

The room we are in is locked. The keyring hangs heavy at his belt. I can hear the other prisoners from the ward banging on the door, inciting each other to open the damn door. This close, I can smell the sweat and fear on him like a rot. He has lost all facade of composure with the silver flint in my hand. The oil pools pungent on the walls, coating everything but the rest of the facility in slick contempt.

A surreal sex marathon in Finland with a beautiful nordic virgin [MF] [M31/F23]

Author’s note: Skip to the divider to avoid the **lengthy** backstory! I’ll eventually learn to be less long-winded I promise.

I loved traveling solo.

There were just so many fantasies attributed to it, chief among them the prospect of meeting and fucking hot strangers. I’d read enough stories of impromptu skinny dipping sessions, fucking in the hostel showers, and bar alleyway blowjobs that these possibilities loomed whenever I stepped off a plane. What wasn’t to love about a transient fling where everyone was more or less on the same horny page?

The problem this time though, was that I’d flown 12 hours to Eastern Europe from Los Angeles for far more somber reasons not fit for a sexy story. After a month and a half of seeing nothing but the insides of big white tents and speaking a slavic language I was barely functional in to scores of frustrated refugees, it was safe to say I wasn’t in the most social mood by the end. In fact, I found myself actively trying to avoid seeing people at all.

Loosing [M]y virginity after a party with a random girl [F]from my old highschool

First time poster here, thought some of you might like the true story of how I lost my v card.

The old saying “you always remember your first time” is certainly true for me.
I was a late bloomer, going to college a virgin was never in my plans but since then I’ve made up for it.

This story takes place part way through my first year of college. Someone back in my old home town was hosting a party. I figured it would be fun to see some old high-school friends while showing off my newly acquired drinking game skills.

The party itself was your typical end of highschool-beginning of college house party. Lots of people smoking and drinking till the early hours of the morning. It was around this time when everyone started to realize there were only two bedrooms, for the hosts, and one couch. The couch was naturally a hot commodity for anyone who didn’t want to sleep on the floor.

Camping with longtime friends gets insanely wild! Part 2 [MF]

Part one: [https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/v9z7sh/camping_with_longtime_friends_gets_insanely_wild/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/v9z7sh/camping_with_longtime_friends_gets_insanely_wild/)

Me – Jake: 38

My Wife – Kaitlyn: 34

Friend 1 The Husband – James: 39

Friend 2 The Wife – Amy: 37

Disclaimer: This story is not from my own experience, and is not told from my perspective! Enjoy! :)

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A couple hours later and we were all setup and ready to get the party started. Our campsite was right next to the river that ran through the campground, and the girls had long since changed into their bikini’s, and were several drinks in – no doubt eager to soak in the remaining sun before dusk. Kaitlyn had decided to rock a fantastic pair of cutoff booty shorts to cover her bikini bottoms, but Amy apparently felt that full coverage bikini bottoms were too much for this heat, let alone shorts to cover them up, so she went with a VERY cheeky “half-thong” that left little to the imagination.

I can’t stop thinking about being completely covered in cum

I’m a young bisexual teenage boy but I can’t stop thinking about being the centre of a massive orgy where hundreds of much older daddies surround me and use me.

I imagine them humiliating me as they forcefully strip me before bending me over and start spanking me. They finger my ass and make me lick their fingers clean before rubbing their sweaty socks and underwear all over my face.

The room has a distinct smell of sweat and that smell of sex.

They throw me to the floor and on my knees as they surround me with their cocks, still soft and rub their hairy balls all over my face, occasionally slapping their penis on me making them harder. They grab my short hair and force my throat down to the shaft of their dicks as I feel their soft cocks grow hard in my mouth.

They begin spitting on me as they start to jerk off before one of them decides to tie me up so I’m on my back with my legs spread far apart in the air and my throat exposed.

Winner’s Choice [Fiction] [MF] [Mixed Wrestling] [Sex Fight] [Knockout] [Forced Blowjob]

This was a recent quick turn around story I wrote for u/hotwrestlingwife. Had a lot of fun writing it!

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I sat patiently in a folding chair in the corner of the room. I had already spent the last 20 minutes spreading the plush vinyl wrestling mats across the floor, and now I was scrolling through my phone waiting tolerantly for the two combatants to join me. Eventually my wife came strutting into the room, a cocky spring in her step. She was wearing an old graphic tee she had cut into a crop top that ended just under her tits, and a pair of blue cotton panties. She skipped over to me and planted a quick kiss on my cheek before stretching on the mats.

“You ready for this?” I asked her. My eyes couldn’t help but drift down to her ass as she bent over to touch her toes.

“Of course I am,” she replied haughtily without looking up. “You don’t hold back against me, but the way I see it, this newcomer will, and that will be his downfall!…and speak of the devil, look who it is!”

Snug [MF]

She has a small cunt. A neat cunt. I touch her there – that whole part of her fits under my palm, the mound of her groin small and hot. The skin feels soft, like an earlobe. A finger pressed between her lips finds the opening of her body. The tip of my little finger fits neatly into her. It doesn’t feel as though anything larger would.

She is small. Petite, she said on her Tinder profile. Even so…

“I don’t know if I’ll fit,” I say.

She laughs. “Are you bragging?”

“No.” I close my hand against her cunt a little. She’s wet. Warm, dewy wetness. “You’re tiny.”

She shrugs. Doesn’t look away from me. Doesn’t blink. “It’ll stretch,” she says, almost laughing. “Trust me.”

It does stretch. Quite easily, in fact. She’s tight, but she reaches down to guide me in, holds the tip of me against her cunt with one hand and moves her hips and a second later I’m inside her. Deep inside. She exhales, perfectly controlled.

We fuck. She’s quiet and clutches me tightly, her breathing loud. She spreads her legs. Reaches down to put her hands on her thighs, like she’s holding herself open for me. She keeps eye contact, barely blinking.