Father Stretch My Hands Part 2 Novels & Stories

He added a second finger, scissoring, stretching me while his other hand stroked my cock. "That Michael has got to be a fucking fool. I'm gonna ruin this ass for anyone else," he growled. Then three fingers, burning stretch that made me see stars. I was begging by then. “please, Dad, fuck! I need your cock” He pulled his fingers out, lined up that massive head, and pushed. Slow at first. Just the tip breaching me, splitting me open. I clawed at the counter, whimpering. "Breathe, my boy," he soothed, one hand rubbing my back "Let Daddy in."

"How's my father now?" I pushed myself up but was hit with unbearable pain in my right hand, forcing me back to the floor. "The surgery... is done," I replied through gasps. "He's out of danger." "Done?" One of the department heads behind Caleb immediately moved forward and shone a flashlight toward the operating table. When he saw the heart, now beating strongly again, and the near-perfect stitches on the aorta, he gasped in awe. "My god… T-This was done with one hand in the dark?"

I begged, trying to steer him away from my bulging tummy. My hands jerked his dick impatiently. The more alarmed I got about him discovering the rest of me, the harder my joined hands fisted his dick. He rose up slowly, groaning as he watched my hands anxiously fisting his dick. "Your hands are amazing on my dick, baby girl, but they won't keep daddy from exploring. Here's a distraction for you while I do what I want. An equal exchange, if you will," he said, his voice low and gruff as he ripped open his shirt.

“Milk us dry, little mate.” Pleasure coiled tighter. Sharper. I added a third finger, stretching myself wider, mimicking the impossible fullness of two knots at once. My palm ground against my clit with every thrust. Slick coated my hand, dripping down my wrist, mixing with the shower water. My thighs trembled, muscles jumping. Breaths came in short, desperate pants.

He said he wanted more that night. 'He unzipped his pants and pulled his penis out. Taking my hand, he placed it on his penis. It was very small compared to Daddy's' At this point, she used two fingers to pull on my head stretching it out. She put her finger halfway up my limp dick. 'Maybe this far. When I held it, I closed my hand around it. It was totally covering it.' She wrapped her fingers around at the base of the shaft. 'See how much of Daddy's hangs out,' Tildy said,

i growl at him and just as i anticipated he lunges at me. His fist in the air trying to hit me but I am faster as I bring my hand up and grab onto his fist mid air. He tries to lunge forth but i keep my stand as my grip tightens on his i watch as his eyes turn wide and his face slowly turns from smug to confusion. I grip his hand tighter as i pull him towrd me grabbing his throat with my other and squeeze as I say" Let me guess daddy dearest didn't tell you what I am?"

He quickly pulled his hand away when I started coughing. “Are you Ok?” Joshua asked, patting my back. “Oh…yeah, I’m fine. Thanks,” I answered. I heard a muffled giggle coming from Nate and I lowered my hand under the table and punched his thigh. At least, that was my plan. Nate ended up grabbing my hand and giving it a squeeze. I tried to pull away but he tightened his grip and pulled my hand and set it on his thigh. I tried again to pull my hand away when my fingers made contact with his nylon shorts but Nate held me firm. I wanted to say something, to yank my hand free from his grasp, but I was afraid to make a scene in front of the rest of the family. When Nate noticed I was no longer res

He can’t be caught staring so hard, especially not by her. She gave him a little space and started to stretch her body. She spread her legs wide apart and moved her upper body left and right. Soon she was touching her left toes with the tip of her right hand and her right toes with the tip of her left hands, her legs still spread wide apart. She tried splitting but she failed so she got back up and tried something else.

Much to everyone’s disbelief, Harvey raised his left hand and flicked his finger without even batting an eye. Everyone was shocked when his finger landed right on Senior Foster’s fist. Crack! A loud crack could be heard soon after. Harvey’s seemingly casual flick was filled with unimaginable power, surging through Senior Foster’s fist. A string of loud cracks followed as Senior Foster’s fist shattered completely. Immediately after, his hand went limp. “Aaaaaagh!” Senior Foster screamed in pain, sent flying through the air. He soon smashed into the ground, his body shaking and convulsing uncontrollably.

Even soft(ish) it looked obscene—long, girthy, hanging heavy to the left. “You think about this?” he asked, voice dropping to a rumble. “When you’re stroking yourself raw to those videos. You picture your stepdaddy’s fat cock stretching that pretty mouth? Or maybe splitting open that tight little ass you’ve been clenching every time I walk by?” My breath punched out of me. I couldn’t look away from his hand. The way he stroked himself lazily through the gray cotton. Up. Down. The head flaring wider with each pass.