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I woke up the next morning still covered in dried cum. My pussy and ass felt sore and swollen, but in the best way possible. Thick white streaks were crusted on my tits and thighs, and when I shifted on the bed, more fresh cum leaked out of my holes to the soaked sheets. I smiled to myself. Last night’s welcome gangbang had wrecked me, but my body was already hungry for more. That’s why I came to The Cock Fest. No rest, no breaks, just cock after cock until I couldn’t take it anymore.

Anna said, taking her seat on a couch at the top of the circle. “Do you live in shame of having your tiny pricks seen by your love interests? Do you find it shameful that condoms are too big to roll onto your useless tiny ugh! Have you been unable to enjoy the goodness of sex, because your baby pacifiers are too minute to fit their holes? Well… that's why I'm here to help you. This community will show you how much pleasure you can have, by accepting your pea sized appendages” she said and the men clapped.

BEFORE YOU READ Nobody is coming to save you. Themes: Forced Proximity, Snowed In, Size Difference, Breeding Kink. This story features a possessive, reclusive hero who hasn't seen a woman in years. Expect primal play, rough sex, and intense possessiveness. (***) Gabrielle

His cock, thick and hard, rested heavy against my stomach, the head already slick with pre-cum. “Feel how much I want you,” he said, voice rough. He took my bound hand and guided it to his erection. I wrapped my fingers around him as much as the ropes allowed, stroking the velvety length. He was long, thick, and pulsing with need. Elias groaned softly, then positioned himself at my entrance. The broad head nudged my slick folds, teasing, coating himself in my wetness. “Tonight you become part of the Collection,” he whispered against my lips. “My living exhibit. Mine.”

The extended family dinner at the sprawling suburban house in suburban Chicago was hitting its fourth hour. Thanksgiving leftovers were being reheated, football highlights blared from the living-room TV, kids chased each other through the hallway, and the adults were deep into their third round of wine and stories about “the old days.” The dining table was still crowded with half-empty casserole dishes, cranberry sauce stains, and crumpled napkins.

All through the night, a whole lot of the men, waiters and guests, tried once or twice to get him to fuck them. His gift refused to leave his side. The night had been long and wild for him and he knew this was the best fun he had had in years, and now that he had had a taste of asses, he knew pussies could never interest him again.

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

Aside from her however, three women were giggling to each other while watching their friend cry over catching her husband's infidelity. * I do apologize for not updating daily and I will try to update more. I hope you guys are enjoying this collection so far! I have other stories you guys can check out!^^

I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”

Our heels clicked loudly as we walked into the packed living room. There were about ten guys total — the original three plus seven more friends of Jake’s. All eyes turned to us the second we stepped inside. The air was thick with weed and horniness. Jake grinned wide. “There are my favorite whores. Get on the coffee table, girls. Give us a show.” My heart raced with filthy excitement. Lena and I climbed onto the low glass coffee table in the middle of the room. The guys formed a circle around us, beers and phones in hand.