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Stop running from me, dad growls as he yanks me back onto his cock. I can't take it, I whine and shake my head. It's too much, too big...dad please! I squeal as he slams back into my cunt. What do you mean you can't take it? Yes you can...taking it right now, he moans as he looks down. Look at how pretty she stretches to take dads cock, he shakes his head as he marvels at the sight. I shake my head, I can't! My cunt can't take it, it's too big...I'm too stretched. I try to pull away only to get smacked.

I said stop running! You wanted to take cock so here I am giving it to you! Spoiled damn brat! Acting all needy around the house then saying you can't handle it. He holds my hips down in place and continues to fuck into me. Not even completely in you, he digs his fingers into me as he pushes more of his length inside. I gasp and choke up, too deep! Fuck! That's too deep dad! I start to squirm as he keeps pushing more of his length inside me. My legs start to shake uncontrollably as my eyes roll back. I don't care, my cock feels so good inside you. He moans and grabs my legs pushing them into a mating press.

Should've thought twice before teasing your old man so much, finally he pushes his whole length inside and I squeal. Fuck! Too deep! Too deep! I hit at him and the floor but he keeps fucking me. Forcing an orgasm through my body as I gasp and lose my sight for a second. That's it, he moans and puts more weight on me. Cum, make that cunt nice and tight...make me have to force it even more. He groans as he struggles to move inside me. I'm panting hard and not able to get words out. Love breaking my little girl's... Look at you, can't even fucking think straight anymore. His breathing gets harsher as he slams into me repeatedly. Take it, keep taking it...not like you have even a chance of running from it.

Too much... I manage to muster the words but it's so soft. You can handle it, this is what you are meant to do. Another slap falls on my cheek, right? I whimper and nod, yes... Yes dad... My body is shaking under him, good girl. So stop running from your father's cock and keep taking it. He really pushes himself deep, making me let out a moan/whimper. Not stopping until you can't even sit without whining, he moans. God....you're so stretched out, baby.... He coos, you'll be feeling this for days. I'm gonna... I sniffle as I can't even finish my sentence. Cum, cum on my cock again as I cum deep inside you.

Can I get a Daddy and Daughter being caught by uncles and daddy's best friend and the daughter gets fucked by all of them?

They got too into it. They should've known better, it was a Friday and Dad usually invited them over. They are always there so they let themselves in. They didn't expect to find Daddy and daughter fucking on the table. He's pulling her hair and fucking her from behind. She's panting and kicking her legs that don't even touch the floor. There's a damn mess between her legs she's soaked everything under her.

They'd freeze, it's not what it looks like. How can daddy say that when he's pushed all the way into her? She tries to hide her face, the conversation being had is almost muffled. She only gasps when he pulls out and hands spread her open. She enjoys this, he's showing them her mess. How she's basically leaking, her inner thighs shine, the table and floor wet with cum. A hard hit lands on her bottom, pick your head up young lady. She does, she listens so quickly and looks behind to see them.

Ask her anything, Dad takes a seat with his cock exposed and hard. You like when daddy does this to you, sweat pea? Her uncle steps forward and softly grabs her face. Petting her cheek as she looks up at him and nods. With words, I do. I like when daddy does this to me...I asked for it. She admits bashfully at her uncle. You asked him for this? Her uncle's eyes are wide and she nods again her smile getting more confident as she notices him getting hard. I did ask for it, so you like older men? Is that the case, princess? Her dad's best friend basically her other uncle asks. She giggles, I do. You guys know better, you do it the best, and I love you all so why not?

Fuck... He groans and lets his hands fall on her waist. Trailing down to her bottom as she shows it off proudly. This is still- you guys get to have turns whenever you want. Yes please! Please uncles! She giggles and presses herself to his bulge. Fine then... She watches as her uncle starts to undo his belt. He's reluctant but he can't say no to her. You always did get spoiled by us, her dad's best friend says as he undoes his own.

“You’re always the last one to leave after practice,” he admonished. “Ever occur to you that you’re holding me up? That maybe I’ve got some shit to do?”

“Sorry, Coach,” I apologized, staring at his open shorts. “But I see that the rumor is true.”

“What rumor?” he demanded, covering his package with one hand halfheartedly.

“That you rub out a load after practice every day,” I reported, “once the team has left.”

“I won’t deny it,” he smirked. “We work our asses off at practice, and all that adrenaline gets me horny as fuck. Used to be I’d go home and fuck my wife, but the lazy bitch won’t give up her cunt to me anymore.”

“You can use my cunt,” I offered brazenly. “I’ve got a tight hole.”

“The fuck?!” Coach barked. “I didn’t know that you’re a fag—I mean, a sissy boy.”

“You can say it—I’m a faggot,” I smiled devilishly. “And I’m not just a faggot. I’m a dirty faggot. You know what that means?”

“No,” Coach shook his head.

“It means that you can use my tight cunt any way you want,” I informed him. “You ever fuck a guy?”

“Yeah,” Coach confessed. “I played college football and we had a water boy who we passed around the locker room like he was a pocket pussy. I fucked his cunt many times.”

“Then fuck my cunt,” I repeated my offer.

“I dunno,” Coach hesitated, appraising me. “You’re practically jailbait.”

“I’m eighteen,” I corrected him assertively. “And though I might be young, I’ve had enough cock to know what I’m doing.”

“Is that right?” Coach raised an eyebrow. “You think maybe you can handle this?” he queried, pulling a hard nine incher out of his shorts.

“Fuck YES,” I drooled, dropping my athletic shorts, eager to get his big cock—and his warm load—inside me.

“Now hold up,” Coach raised his hand. “We gotta have a few ground rules first.”

“Sure thing,” I agreed eagerly.

“First off—if I’m gonna fuck you—nothing is to leave this room. You tell nobody, you understand me?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And second—you don’t talk to me when we fuck. I don’t want to hear your fuckin’ voice—complete silence. I need to forget that I’m fucking a dude. You’re just an available hole to me, you get me?”

“Yes, sir. No talking.”

“Good,” he nodded. “And lastly—I only fuck raw—no condoms. I’m not one of your usual teenage boy hookups. I’m a man. And when I fuck a hole, I intend to cum in it. Got it?”

“What’s a condom?” I shrugged in jest.

“Good answer,” he winked. “OK—enough of this chitchat. Strip down and get on all fours over there on that gym mat. I’ll be right back.”

I did as told, shedding my clothes and taking my place obediently on the gym mat, my ass raised in the air, ready to be mounted. I had a brief flash of panic when I realized I had no lube—a necessity when getting plugged by a cock as big as Coach’s. But I realized my worry was unfounded when Coach returned completely naked and carrying a tub of Vaseline.

“You ever get fucked with this stuff?” Coach asked, clawing two fingers into the goopy Vaseline and coating his cock with it.

“No,” I shook my head. “I’ve only ever been fucked with the usual shit like K-Y and Astroglide.”

“That stuff is for amateurs,” Coach laughed, making a fist and pumping his rock hard cock in and out of it, greasing his dick in preparation for my hole. “That oughta do it,” he winked, rubbing the excess Vaseline onto his hairy thigh.

“You ready for it?” he asked rhetorically as he got down on his knees behind me. I could feel his hands at the small of my back, holding me still as the rounded tip of his cock found my pink, puckered hole and began to—

“FUCK,” I screamed in white-hot pain as Coach impaled me with one, swift thrust, his balls mashed against my sphincter. His entire nine inches were inside me.

“Shut the fuck up and take it like a man,” Coach admonished, his right hand instantly on my mouth, silencing me. “I told you that I don’t want to fuckin’ hear your voice. You understand?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded through his beefy hand.

“Good,” he smirked, removing his hand and returning it to the small of my back. “Now let’s have some fun.”

I’m not sure if I would use the word fun to describe the next few minutes. His cock hurt like fuck—easily the biggest I had ever taken. His girth was incredible. I had watched fisting porn before and that was what it felt like to me—like Coach had his entire arm inside of me.

My hole was stretched to the max as Coach fucked me relentlessly, seemingly taking out all his frustrations on my hole. He was using me. Abusing me. But once my sphincter finally gave up the fight and adjusted to his big dick, I was fucking loving it. Never before had I been fucked so hard, so deep. Instinctively, I began to rock my hips with his rhythm. A deep, hedonistic moan began to emanate from within me.

“I told you to shut the fuck up,” Coach admonished me, breaking me from my trance with a swift slap to my ass. “You’re not even here, remember?”

I nodded silently in assent as Coach continued his assault on my hole. Christ, the man knew how to fuck. His stamina was incredible. With my eyes rolling back into my head, I started to lose myself into a trance once more—my body succumbing to him. It was like having an out-of-body experience. I was no longer a person of living, breathing flesh. I had morphed into an inanimate vessel—a deep hole that existed solely for Coach’s pleasure. I had reached nirvana—only it wouldn’t last.

“FUCK, I’m gettin’ close,” Coach warned, snapping me back to reality once more. His sweaty body was slapping me hard—over and over again. I could feel his cock begin to swell within me. And then the floodgates opened—quite literally.

“FUCK—SHIT,” he grunted as his big cock exploded in my depths. The sensation was something like a firehose being shoved up my ass. I could feel every massive spurt as his balls emptied inside me.

Coach collapsed upon me, his cock still throbbing within me. I wanted him to stay like that forever, his sweaty, hairy body pressed against mine, his spent cock continuing to slowly deposit his seed in me. But alas, it was not meant to be.

“Get yourself dressed,” he barked as he pulled out of me, and audible eruption of air and cum escaping from my wrecked hole. “And clean up that mess.”

I dutifully obeyed, wiping up his cum from the gym mat with my boxer briefs, intending to sniff and lick the crusty remains that night while I jacked myself into oblivion.

“Hurry the fuck up,” Coach admonished, now fully dressed and dangling his keys. “I gotta lock up and get home to the wife.”

I rushed out the door as Coach locked up behind us. “Hey—wait,” he called out to me before I got to my car. “You did good in there tonight, boy. It ain’t easy to take a big cock like mine. You’ve got a sweet cunt.”

“Thanks,” I smiled, hoping our after-practice fuck session could become a regular thing.

“Listen,” Coach continued. “My wife’s goin’ up to Memphis this weekend to see her folks. I’m having a few buddies over for some beers and to watch the game while she’s away.”

“Oh yeah?” I smiled, an eyebrow raised, anticipating what he was suggesting.

“You think you might wanna come over?” Coach offered, adjusting his package. “Maybe bend over and take a few loads while we watch the game?”

“Your buds hung like you?” I taunted.

“We’re all packing,” he winked. “You’ll leave a happy boy.”

“You got a deal,” I smiled, my wrecked hole already twitching in anticipation.

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.

He’s staring at me while I wiggle uncomfortably under the blankets. “Do you want me to help you?” he asks. His voice is rumbly and low.

“Yes,” I mumble. “Will you help me after I’m done?” he asks. I nod. He doesn’t say anything, he just gets closer, sliding under the blankets with me.

He wraps one arm around me and his other hand goes between my legs. I grab his arm, confused. “Relax baby, don’t you want me to help you?” he whispers. I didn’t know he could touch me there, but he’s a good uncle. He’s so nice to me, buys me things, takes me out to eat. He always gives me a bath before getting into bed.

I let go of his hand and he begins to touch me. Spreading all of that wetness over my cunny. He rubs all over everything, touching every inch of the area between my legs. It feels good, tingly and warm. His fingers go lower and he pushes one inside of me. I let out a gasp and cover my mouth. It feels good but it’s big.

“Don’t cover your mouth honey. If it feels good I want to know okay?” It does feel good. He starts moving it in and out, slow at first. It seems like the more noise I make the faster he goes.

“It’s so sweet that you only need one of my fingers to feel this good.” His words make me shake and loud moans come out of my mouth as I get wetter for him. Once the shaking ends he pulls out his finger and holds me tight, giving me kisses and petting my hair.

“Do you still want to help me?” he asks. I nod. “Good… Have you ever seen a cock before?” I don’t say anything. “You know what that is right?” I nod again. “That’s okay,” he tells me as he pushes the blankets down. He’s only wearing boxers.

“Sit up for me.” He’s moving around the pillows so he’s sitting up against the headboard. I can see his cock through the fabric, he runs his hand over it. “Do you want to touch it?”

When I don’t respond he asks me to give him my hand and I do. He slowly rubs it up and down, “Do you like how it feels?” Another nod. “Do you want to see it?” This gets him an enthusiastic nod. He takes off his boxers. I can’t help the shock I feel when I see how big it really is.

“A lot bigger than my finger huh?” “Yeah… what are you gonna do to me?” I ask him. It’s scary to think that he might try to put that inside me like he did his finger. His finger felt big. What if I split open.

He laughs, “Don’t worry, you’re not ready for my cock yet, I don't want to hurt you.” Silence falls between us as I stare at it. The tip is all pink and sticky with white stuff.

“I just want you to touch it. Can you do that?” I nod and reach for it. “Spit in your hand first.” I do as I’m told and gather the spit in my mouth before putting it in my hand. “Perfect, now just stroke it.” As soon as I touch it he moans, I must be doing a good job then. He’s watching me as I move my hand up and down on his veiny hard cock. It feels like it’s moving under my hand, kinda like a heartbeat.

“You can use both hands if you need to baby. I know you’re tiny.” I stroke his cock for a while, his breath gets heavy and he’s making noises. The noises make me wet.

“Can you kiss it, honey?” he asks me. “What?” “Kiss it for me, just on the tip.” I do it, I kiss the sticky tip. He must like that, “Now lick it.” “Lick it?” He nods, “yeah baby, just like you would ice cream.” I swallow and lean down to lick the tip.

He moans, “Fuck that’s perfect. Don’t stop moving your hands.” I don’t stop, and take it upon myself to keep licking and kissing it. He tells me I’m doing good. It feels really good. And the white stuff tastes good, it’s sweet and kinda salty.

“I want you to suck it.” “I don’t know how.” He lets out a little laugh, “Put your lips around it, and careful with your teeth.” He pushes my hands out of the way, “Let me stroke it so you can focus on using your mouth, okay?” I nod and take a breath, I wrap my mouth around the tip.

It’s really big and stretches the corners of my mouth but he moans. So I know he likes it. I suck on the tip while he strokes and after a minute or two he puts his hand on my head, forcing it down. “I’m gonna cum. I want you to swallow everything.”

I can’t say anything or shake my head, “Mhm.” Uncle moans and starts stroking himself faster. His hips come up and his cock hits the back of my throat. It hurts but he has his hand on the back of my head so I can’t move. I can feel his cock twitch against my tongue before something fills up my mouth.

Some of it goes down my throat and it’s hard to swallow with him in there.When he lets go of my head I finally swallow what I can. It’s all over my chin and my eyes are all watery. “Come here,” he says as he wipes away my tears before thumbing the cum off my chin.

“Here, suck it off.” I do as I’m told as his thumb pushes between my lips. Once his hand is cleaned up he grabs my face and kisses me. “I love you,” he tells me. “I love you too.”

Something about a big brother who tells his naive little brother they basically had sex, right? And... you're only supposed to do that with one very special person, right? And that person is supposed to be for life, right? And... well, fuck, seeing as little brother basically raped his big brother - and, you know, totally fucking ruined him for any future wife - like... what the fuck are they supposed to do now? This is serious shit, you know?

I mean, I guess little brother could make it up to him? I guess little brother is basically his wife now? Does he even know what wives are supposed to do? Or...? No?