Forced Ffm Novels & Stories

Aiden says. “Yup, but by really horny I mean we will need some serious fortification and elixir to increase stamina because she is just days away from craving our touches and our cocks constantly. She doesn’t want kids yet, so mom gave me herbs,” Raff explains and I feel his disappointment as he sinks against me. “Tomorrow is fetish night at the club. If we are all there and she gets out of hand, will she go after any cock?” Aiden asks. “Oh, she will go after cock or pussy if ours aren’t available, so I suggest we be available,” Raff says.

Although, is it really punishment if it feels this good? My fingers press against the flesh of Kira’s ass as I pound into her, looking down at the place where our bodies join. I meant for this to be a one time thing, but there’s no way I will keep myself from seeing this hot sight again. I flip Kira and sit her on the desk, wrapping her legs around my waist. The position gives me more access, making me nearly drown in the heightened pleasure. Her head is tilted back, her eyes closed, her lips parted in ecstasy.

Faith groaned loudly as the big black cock buried inside her continued to pound her dangerously close to the next orgasm. "Your tits feel so fucking good!!" Jordan growled as he, too, began to feel his climax approaching, but he couldn't allow it to be over as he was living out his dream. With that in mind, he focused hard on fucking her as rough as he could, but even harder on keeping himself from filling her unprotected pussy up.

Letting himself relax to draw out the blowjob as long as possible, Matt continued to watch the former straight free-boy having his asshole skewered by the fourth hard cock in a row in less than 30 minutes. Matt chuckled again as he considered how fast these straight men were spending themselves inside the boy. Matt wondered if these men would even be able to go again after their second orgasm. Matt shook his head as he felt sorry for these straight men at never having the ability to cum at least three times after much longer fuck sessions.

Frustrating is one word to describe sex with Pam. I’m not saying the sex was bad. Far from it. It was only frustrating because no matter how many times I made that girl cum I couldn’t feed off her sexual energy. This has never happened to me. Even when my power first started to come in, I could get a boost just from the general sexual energy of a kid three rooms over jacking it. Yet, balls deep in Pam, I couldn’t get anything.

"You can't, anymore and you'll literally break me. Just start fucking me. Please, I need to cum on your huge fuck stick." Without another word, Gio started pulling out and slamming his cock back into his sister Fiona's pussy. She moaned with each thrust, and soon she's fucking up at him as he fucked into her. Then she's pulled the pillow over her face to muffle her screams. "FUCK, I'M CUMMING!! You're tearing up my pussy, and I'm cumming so fucking hard." She completely lost it and started thrashing and shaking under him as he hammered eleven of his thirteen inches into her pussy. He felt it clench and release around him, gripping and releasing with every thrust. His balls started churning,

He took his time, spreading Alex's cheeks, spitting on his already slick hole. He pushed in, the stretch more intense this time. Alex moaned, burying his face in the cheap upholstery. Jake fucked him slowly, deeply, grinding his hips in a way that made Alex's eyes roll back in his head. When Jake finally came, it was another thick, warm flood, adding to the mess Liam had left behind.

Soon his testicles were swinging in a flurry of motion as he fucked the girl doggy style, his cock lancing through her pussy like a battering ram with tireless intensity. "UHHH!! Mmmm!!" Pam moaned, her bound hands clenching up behind her as she felt that cock stab itself inside her again and again. She had gotten to a point, especially with the lubrication from the previous men's seed, of actually enjoying the movements of the man's shaft through her slickened depths. She even pushed her hips back to meet Svatislav's fucks, seeing no reason to deny or anger him...not when she didn't even have a clue how she would get out of this alive.

He was already half-hard. I rubbed slow circles, feeling him thicken under my foot, growing, straining against the fabric. Carmen coughed, cleared his throat, shifted in his seat like he could escape. He couldn’t. I curled my toes and dragged them along his length, up and down, slow and purposely. His jaw clenched. His hand tightened around his coffee mug. Carmichael said something stupid about Fortnite. Mom laughed weakly. I pressed harder, rubbed the arch of my foot against the full length of him feeling him throb, feeling the heat of him through the cotton.

On the eighth night, the night before the seventy-five, Liam had me on the wide bed overlooking the black water. He fucked me with deep, angled strokes, one of my legs hooked over his shoulder, his mouth near my ear. The wet sound of his cock moving through everything the four Primaries had left in me that day was continuous and filthy. His fingers rubbed my clit in tight, slick circles until I was shaking and moaning his name. “Tomorrow it’s seventy-five,” he said, voice rough. “More than before. Four Primaries holding extended turns inside it. They’re going to leave you wrecked open. And I’m still going to be the one who puts it back in when they’re finished.”