the girls and the gays

your hand is huge in my pussy and i start to scream and cry, begging you to stop, it hurts so bad. but you only mutter “almost there” and pin me down with your other hand on my hip, now pushing harder since im now awake anyway. you shuffle closer, knees pushing my legs back, so you can have more room and leverage and i begin to sob. you just keep pushing.

this doesnt actually give you pleasure. its just your hand, not your cock. but the pleasure is my pain, my cries, the way i desperately try to squirm away from you with to no avail. “relax, baby,” you murmur, releasing pressure, before you shove your hand in with full force.

i scream as your hand finally pops in. on the outside, i was dry, but on the inside your hand finds all the slick wetness that built up since i woke up. you let out a satisfied sigh but i wail, feeling my pussy lips burn like fire at the stretch. your wrist is still incredibly thick, my pussy gripping it tight, and i sob as you turn your hand one way and the other. “like a glove,” you say with satisfaction. but then you notice the bit of blood - youve destroyed my virgin hymen, and its only so much hotter.

“please,” i beg. but instead of relief, i feel your fingers spread as much as possible to stretch out my cunt. my legs are shaking. but you only laugh and your fingers find my cervix, making me jump, before you push upwards on my walls. i let out a more distressed cry at the pressure on my bladder. “no!”

“okay, lil thing.” finally, your hand begins to retract. now that your knuckles have to tug out like a knot, the pain intensifies. but its something i brace for now, sweating and hopeful that youre actually done. the biggest part of your hand exits and the pressure begins to dissipate—

when its just your fingers, and your hand is soaked with my wetness, you suddenly begin to push back in.

“no!” i scream. but you only grab both of my legs and push them back to my chest, barring them there with your forearm, and i cry out at the new stretch in my legs before youre shoving your hand back inside my pussy.

“i’m not done until your cunt is the shape of my hand, you little whore,” you growl at me.

i take her out on a date, we are sitting across each other at a restaurant. i look deep into her eyes and tell her just how flawless her makeup looks, how stunning the dress she picked is and how breathtaking her body looks in it. i watch her cheeks turn red, her laugh grows nervous, her words get more shy.

on the way home, i drive with one hand on the steering wheel and the other drawing circles on her thigh. i keep feeding her little crumbs of approval: i laugh at her jokes, keep saying how funny and clever she is, how interesting i found that story she told me, how i could listen to her talk for hours. i observe how each compliment makes her muscles tense, her thighs press together.

we get to my place, i make sure she notices how i'm looking at her like i've been hunting her all evening, making sure she feels like a prey. i put my hands on her waist, pull her closer, and start whispering. i tell her just how much i crave her. how her scent is intoxicating. how i've never needed anyone the way i need her. her breathing gets more erratic, and the look in her eyes changes.

i say her body feels unbelievable as i tighten my grip, and a whimper falls from her lips.

i stuff my fingers into her mouth and tell her how good her tongue feels, then smile when i feel her starting to suck them more eagerly.

slip my hand beneath her underwear and let out a sigh when i feel how wet she already is. "such a good girl for me... getting yourself ready like this".

i slowly slide inside her and don't stop saying just how perfect she feels from inside, so warm, so tight. i let her know i am going insane with the way she's squeezing my fingers and watch how every word that leaves my mouth makes her squirm harder, whine louder, get more desperate and eager to please me, to show me how much of a good girl she really is, to make me proud to own her.

i keep making her cum again and again until her body is trembling, exhausted. her mind is completely clouded, unable to form a coherent thought. and yet, she keeps taking me like my personal little toy. she knows i'm addicted to how she sounds when she cums, and she needs to make me happy more than she needs air.