Father Stretch My Hands Part 2 Novels & Stories

My mother, Sophie Nash, was also my homeroom teacher, and she loved nothing more than using me to assert her authority. She was convinced that the worse off I was, the more afraid my classmates would be, and the higher her authority would be. Once, when I passed an eraser to a classmate during class, she slapped me so hard across the face in front of the whole class that my face swelled up. Another time, after I secretly ate a crumb of a classmate’s snack during recess, my mom dragged me up to the front of the classroom and pricked my lip with a needle until blood gushed out. Later, when a classmate was caught by the vice principal for having a romantic relationship while underaged, my m

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.

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.

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.”

However , I smiled sweetly at him and watched his hands trembled slightly as he finally reached forward, hesitating for a second before his big palms cupped my breasts fully. "Oh Daddy...your hands are so large...". I gasped loudly. "Feel them...give them a soft knead". “Like… like this?” he asked, voice rough and nervous, slowly kneading the soft mounds. “Yes, Daddy… just like that,” I moaned louder, pushing my chest into his hands. “Squeeze them harder. They’re so full tonight. Mmm— your hands feel so good."

Continuing the exploration, I ran my fingers over every inch of his balls. His voice strained, muscles tensing, it was clear he wouldn't last much longer. I could hear Vincenzo trying to get rid of his father and brother. I traced my hand up his leg, over his waist, and began moving up his stomach. As my fingertips became visible in the camera, his hand grabbed at them, pressing his hand flat over mine against his stomach. Relentlessly, stroking up and down with the other hand, I dug my claws in and raked the hand back down. More tension in his legs. He was breathing heavily, and I could see the sweat glistening over his toned body in the sunlight.

I feel my tiny hands take a fist full of his shirt , and gently tug it – I want his help so damn bad , but I want him to make the first move. “Say you want me…say you want me to make you feel good…tell me how badly you need daddy right now…” he whispers these things in my ears , while his big strong hands start rubbing my thighs. He starts off slow and gentle , but as he continues to whisper in to my ears his hands start to rub and grab my thighs harshly ; harsh yet it feels so sweet.

I was amazed at how much they could drink and still keep going. Fred's hands were inching closer to my panty line as they moved up my thighs. My legs were slightly parted; but closed enough together to protect my area, I thought. Then I felt a finger trace my slit through my panties. I clutched my father's hand as my head arched on his lap while I exhaled loudly. Frad lightly traced my clit through the fabric. My father lowered his lips to my forehead, placing a kiss, as he told me, "Just relax, ok?"