Father Stretch My Hands Part 2 Novels & Stories

I stretched an extended hand through the bars. Charles gripped it in a firm handshake. “We have a deal.”

Mom grunts hard and her legs collapse as the dildo clears her body. Her cunt is pulsating and it's wide fucking open. I can't believe what I see... her hole has been stretched so far and held that big for so long it's just sagging there... I've never seen anything so erotic. "Matt", mom says in a husky voice... "You had 4 fingers in there this morning... want to go for 5 now?" What? Holy fuck I hadn't even thought of that... this is something I've seen in an occasional p**n clip, but didn't give much thought to it... but fuck yes I want my hand... my fist in that hole. Now.

His hands continue to try and wrap mine in rope. "Oh, I do Daddy, do your worse". His hands drag me across the room, his hands throwing my body onto the bed. I watch trying to fight him off as he moves, his weight pushing on my chest. He kneels on my arms holding them down, his hands wrapping the rope around my wrists, the feel of the rope getting tighter and tighter as he does. He gets off me, his hands pulling me off the bed. His hands pull mine up, my wrists at the back of my neck, his hands wrapping the rope around my neck.

Untied it I say, it is there. She tried hard and she found a small tread hanging on her neck. That is, don’t force it to use two fingers from both hands and tried to expand it before you can tear it. She said sir I feel severe pains in my both hands. I know but try it again no one can do it for you, I responded. Do it yourself now, I shouted. the tread began to open up with her two fingers. Now by the count of three, you are going to use both hands to tear the tread. Ok? yes sir she responded. One, two, three she tore the tread she shouted loudly and she fell down.

Then who was this she was holding that wasn't her daughter, was she dreaming? She did a double check and looked down at the feet of the individual; it was very big, two times bigger than Katie's and she glanced up and then she shook herself off the individual, as she moved away, she looked at person, her heart went to her mouth. 'Oh God!' Then she shook herself hard. Pearl, what have you done? She frolicked with her fingers, wondering how she ended up holding...... She watched him smile at her, why was he smiling?

He gently stroked his daughter's hair, a gentle smile appearing on his face. "Daddy would never cut off his hand. Daddy’s not a bad guy. Daddy just wants you to know that even if you handcuff your hands together, it's actually not that hard to separate you two." Jacqueline blinked her eyes. "You promise you won't cut off Fred's hand, Daddy?"

Her bound hands flexed uselessly behind her, her body arching as she adjusted. I added more lube, then pressed a second finger against her entrance. "Now for two. Open up for me—let Daddy stretch this pretty little hole." She hesitated for a moment, glancing over at Marcus, whose eyes were locked on us, tears welling up in silent fury. The sight seemed to ignite something in her; she pushed back harder, her ass swallowing my second finger with a wet pop. "Ahh! Fuck... it's stretching me," she moaned, her hips rocking tentatively as I scissored my fingers inside her, opening her up wider.

she urged softly. One of his hands flattened on her stomach. His hand opened wide and he slid his palm down her stomach and then lower, between her slightly parted thighs. His fingers teased her clit, rubbing her, and she moaned. Her mouth opened and Fury’s lips covered hers. His other hand cupped one of her breasts firmly. Their tongues met softly and then entwined.

His brows furrowed in concentration as he tried to mimic my movements, his tongue caught between his teeth just a little. “Nah, nah,” I said softly, reaching out to adjust his grip. “Not like that. You’re stranglin’ her.” He huffed, frustrated, and I leaned in closer, pressing my fingers over his. His skin was warm, trembling faintly under my touch. The night air was cold, but suddenly I wasn’t feeling it. “There,” I whispered near his ear. “Now, slow it down. Roll with your thumbs, not your whole damn hand.” He swallowed hard. “This feels ridiculous.”

His fingers stayed on my thighs, thumbs circling slowly as he held the position. “Fuck, kid. You’re shaking already,” he said, voice lower. “How long you been this tight? You practicing like I told you?” “I have been,” I gasped, holding the stretch. “Every morning. But it’s not the same without you pushing me. Your hands… they make it go deeper.” He laughed softly, the sound vibrating through his chest. “My hands, huh? Careful what you say, Riley. I might take that as an invitation.”