Mega Huge Collection of Rougher Daddies

by Lara Friedman

  I continued licking and sucking as he came in my mouth. I rolled over when he was finished, unsure of what was going to happen next.

  "Very well done, Gwen. Very well done, indeed. You proved yourself to be quite a skillful little cocksucker, just like I knew you would. Would you like us to make you cum now?"

  I looked at him, ashamed and wondering what my husband would think of me like this, and said,

  "Yes, please."

  "Beg. Let us know how much you need it. Let us know why you deserve it."

  I swallowed hard. "Please," I looked at each of them. "Please, make me cum. I need it. I need the release. My body's aching to cum. I worked hard to please all of you and I did. Please, please let make me cum!"

  Ryan smiled and laughed. He pulled my legs to the edge of the bed and separated them. He grabbed one leg and one of the other men -- I couldn't tell who -- grabbed the other and they tied each my legs to the posts on either side of the bed. Then they did the same to my arms.

  I was spread wide open on the bed when someone slipped the dildo gag back into my mouth. Jeremy sat behind me and pulled my head back so I was looking in his eyes. He held his hands loosely on my throat.

  Jordan sat beside me and played with my breasts, alternating between gentle and rough. And Ryan was between my legs. He removed the harness and the dildo in my pussy and I felt my juices drip onto the bed.

  He began slamming the dildo in and out of my hole, fast and deep. I groaned into the gag as Jeremy's hands tightened around my neck.

  Jordan continued to abusing my tits while Ryan started rubbing my clit. I thrust my hips into the air as much as I could and bit down on the gag as I came. I felt it through my entire body and my pussy began to pulse.

  I collapsed back down when I was done, but Ryan continued to ram the dildo into me. My body was extra sensitive and I couldn't take the pain. I began thrashing against my restraints. Jeremy held me down around my belly and Jordan by my shoulders.

  After what felt like forever, Ryan stopped. They removed the plug from my ass and the gag from my mouth, but left me restrained to the bed.

  I lay there covered in sweat and my own juices -- exhausted and shamed. Now that the need to orgasm was gone, reality struck me hard. I just let three men completely use me. And I loved it. How could I possibly look my husband in the eyes again?

  My eyes began to drift closed and Ryan whispered in my ear, "Rest up, Gwen. There is so much more to come."

  The End.

  Lesbian Wrestles with Conscience

  Of course it was all so absurd. So Jess had been Dyke Grappler Champion for 14 years. The whole thing was a show to get money off gullible people, mainly men who could not resist their dark sadistic side. They liked to see women fight each other, to hear their cries of anguish and pain. The whole thing was an insult to women and particularly lesbians, limiting them to who could supposedly win fights against their so called rivals. This led to people ignoring individuality, sexuality, gentleness, kindness, courage of conviction, the things that matter far more than physical power.

  Jess was tall, muscled, with long dark brown hair. She had felt the hair could be a disadvantage in wrestling, as it could be grabbed (rules in The Company did not follow professional wrestling in this). However her skill as a wrestler meant it had rarely happened.

  It was nearly all rehearsed and acted to a script. As there were at least two live shows each week, the fighters would either been crippled for life or dead by middle age if it had been genuine. Injuries were infrequent, and usually strains picked up during training.

  After shows the "fighters" laughed with each other, shared jokes, stayed in the same hotels. Sometimes they would rehearse the words for the next "catfight". Feeding the image of grudges between 'fighters" that were fictional.

  The only exception was the annual challenge contest. The company would select who they thought was the best potential candidate to challenge the Dyke Grappler Champion, or The Dyke for short. The criteria were vague, supposedly performance and fitness. In reality what would sell best to the internet subscribers.

  This year and last the challenger was easily selected. Sweet, how she hated the name given her, was a superb athlete, strong, fast, supple and with genuine wrestling skill. Day by day she got closer in standard to the previously unbeatable Jess.

  Taller even than Jess, Sweet had short blonde hair, a boyishly pretty smile, and was leaner and very much faster than Jess. She was also twelve years younger. It was only in technique she fell short against the champion, and she was learning fast.

  Last year she had won two of the five rounds, but Jess had dominated the other three. Jess often won by submission of an opponent but this had never been on the cards . Sweet had found it difficult to be ruthless with Jess. She admired the champion, even thinking about her made her feel light headed. She relished their times laughing together and enjoying each others' company

  A year later it seemed Jess was facing defeat in the challenge: the first four rounds had clearly gone to the challenger.

  In round 5 Jess began to feel all of her 38 years, slow, breathing heavily, just wanting it to end, so she could relinquish her title with dignity. To be no longer "The Dyke" would be a relief. Jess just felt a great warmth towards Sweet, if she was to lose her title, she was happy it would go to her friend. She often wished they could be closer friends, possibly lovers.

  There would be a ritual humiliation at the end, but it was mainly for show. Even if strap-ons were involved, the girl on the receiving end was treated fairly gently, most enjoyed it. There was even a retractable strap-on if any girl could not deal with it. The crowd and internet viewers were left unaware they were being conned. So if Sweet won, Jess was sure she would be treated fairly lightly, verbals yes, but those were for the fans, nobody bothered about that. She more than liked Sweet, they were often chatting together or exploring towns together as the Company toured the country.

  Seconds to go, soon her reign would be over, but Sweet seemed to relax, already savouring victory. With a huge upward push Jess sent the challenger off her, into the air, and onto the canvas. Jess jumped on Sweet, forcing the younger woman into the submission position. The count started and finished, Jess had retained her crown

  Jess forgot all the usual consideration towards a loser, forgot the times early in her career when she had been shown mercy, the times she had shown it, and when she had stopped a fight, risking the sack, when her opponent had an emotional breakdown. She forgot her feelings towards Sweet, forgot Sweet herself, forgot everything but the elation and relief of victory.

  Wordlessly and harshly she fucked Sweet with the dildo, not hearing the cries of anguish. She even laughed as the challenger sobbed her way off the stage.

  Jess entered the changing room ready to gloat and goad. Her blood ran cold. There in the fetal position was Sweet, rocking herself, weeping her soul out. Jess felt like a devil, full of self-disgust. She knelt down and took Sweet in her arms, saying sorry over and over. She was crying too. Crying at what she had become. She felt just total love for Sweet, but also that she had polluted something beautiful. She felt dirty inside, that she was not even worthy to be with this kind and beautiful woman. The fact that Jesse was still champion now seemed to her to be some kind of horrible bad taste joke. She wished she could hand the stupid, meaningless thing over to Sweet. So somebody can beat someone in a fight, so what!

  This was the last fight, she determined. "I can never trust myself again", she thought. "I lost it. I hurt someone who had no intention of hurting me. I have put my pride ahead of my humanity."

  But weeks passed, pain in both eased, the friendship at least in part restored. Jess agreed to fight for one more year, then to retire as champion, or hand over the crown, probably to Sweet.

  A year of tedious, scripted touring followed. Sweet seemed less confident, less committed; but the fans craved a rematch, wanting to see the "The Bitch" Jess brought down by Sweet. Lusting for revenge, revenge the lowest of
all motives.

  Well they would have it, Jess decided she would make sure Sweet won; she would throw her title, but subtly so everyone, including Sweet would think it genuine.

  The night of the fight was hot and humid, Sweet seemed nervous, Jess thought, but in the opening exchanges Jess used her skill and knowledge to get Sweet on top. The confidence seemed to surge back into the previously uncertain Sweet. As usual both girls had become naked. Sweet held Jess in a scissors position. Jess tried to resist, but now Sweet was too strong. So be it, thought Jess. Even the feel of the younger woman's fingers on her clit and pussy did not trouble her. To her amazement Jess realized she was going to come. This supposed ultimate humiliation had not happened to Jess since her earliest days as a lesbian wrestler.

  Now she wanted it, needed it, because Sweet was turning her on, and she felt she should be shown up in front of this baying crowd, because of what had happened a year ago. Her mind went with her body into rapture, shouting Sweet's name. Soon she felt Sweet's lips on hers, the deepest kiss she had ever experienced one of honeyed love. Gentle words soothed Jess, her new lover telling her what happened a year ago was washed away, that all was well, that they had both found love in and for each other.

  Sweet gently helped Jess up, hugged her, and the women walked towards the exit.

  "The contest isn't over." growled the leering referee.

  "Oh yes it is, and you can keep your title, neither of us want it, we have each other," Sweet said, squeezing Jess's hand devotedly.

  "This time," Jess said, "We have both won."

  The End.

  The Flavor of My Neighbor

  As Paul was made the turn onto his street he noticed a large moving van parked blocking his drive way. "Well looks like I am getting some new neighbors," he thought out loud.

  He parked his car on the street and walked toward his house, looking around a bit at the piles of items laying around the moving van, he tried to get a sense of what type of family he would have next door. As he was reaching his door he saw a young lady coming out of the truck carrying a fairly large box. She looked to be struggling with the size of it, so he went over to help.

  "Here, let me take that for you," I said reaching for the box. "My name is Paul, I live next door." As he put one hand under the box to steady it, he reached around with his other hand to grasp the side of it, in doing so his hand brushed lightly on the side of her breast. "Oh, excuse me, I am sorry," Paul said sheepishly.

  "Don't worry about it," she said, "accidents happen, by the way, my name is Shelly, nice to meet you Paul."

  And so the weekend of helping her move in began for Paul.

  They talked and got to know a bit about each other during the two days of unloading the van. Paul found out that she was newly divorced, just 6 months ago, had no children, was starting a new business venture opening a thrift shop and was 29 years old.

  Shelly learned that Paul had divorced 6 years ago, he lived alone because his children had grown and moved away, he was a retired business owner, having a small hardware store in town, but still liked to put in a day or two at the store.

  Sunday afternoon as they were finally pulling the last of Shelly's belongings from the truck, both sweating from the warm day, Shelly said, "Paul, why don't we take a little break, I made some fresh lemonade last night, let's go inside and relax a bit."

  "That sounds like a great idea to me little lady," Paul replied with a smile, "I don't think I've had a glass of lemonade in years."

  They went into her house Paul sat down at the table while Shelly walked into the kitchen to get the drinks for them, they continued to chat through the breakfast counter that separated the rooms, Paul watched as Shelly got some glasses from the cupboard and turned to get the ice and lemonade from the fridge. Paul could see her only from her neck to the waist due to the cabinets above the breakfast nook. He was watching very intently as she first put some ice in their glasses, then took a couple pieces and began to rub them over her neck and upper chest letting the coldness refresh her body the melting water trailing down into her shirt.

  Watching Shelly, Paul was starting to get aroused, which surprised him because he was never attracted to younger women in the least, but the sight of her breasts rising and falling with her breaths and the ice water running down into her top brought up some very long lost desires.

  Shelly tossed the melting ice into the sink, poured their lemonade and brought the glasses to the table, setting Paul's down in front of him their eyes met for an instant, she was quite certain he had the look of desire but pushed the thought out of her mind and sat down in the other chair. As she looked up to speak, once more their eyes lock, his deep blue eyes seemed to penetrate her soul.

  "Paul," Shelly finally said, "I can't thank you enough for all your help this weekend, I know I could never have done it alone in just two days."

  Paul finally blinked and replied quietly, "Hey little lady, that's what neighbors do, help each other." He squirmed a bit in his chair as he realized that he had just spent the last few minutes picturing her curvy body naked. "One more thing," Paul added, "I have these for you." Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a ring with three keys on it. "The realtor gave them to me in case of any emergency while the house was empty, it's been close to 6 months now."

  Shelly reached her hand across the table, as Paul laid the keys into her open hand she closed her hand around his sending a small shock wave thru Paul's body at her touch.

  "I think I would really like you to keep them Paul," Shelly said almost whispering. "I am on the last of my prescribed sleeping pills, and they do know me out most nights, especially with the work out of moving lately, I think I would feel safer knowing that, if, there was a problem I could count on you to take care of it for me."

  She released her hold on his hand, and Paul put the keys back into his pocket telling her, "well little lady, you can count on me to rescue you."

  They finished their lemonade, carrying on with small talk then returned to the van to finally get the last few items removed.

  Setting the last box down in the living room, Paul asked, "well this is the last box, is there anything you need help with?"

  "Well there is one thing Paul, if you don't mind," Shelly said, "I could really use some help putting my bed and dresser in place, it would be nice to sleep in my own bed and not the sofa tonight."

  "Of course." said Paul, "you should get a good night's rest after all of this, lead the way little lady."

  Following her down the short hallway Paul's eyes are drawn to the curves of her body, not a big girl, but just curvy with a very well rounded butt, again his arousal surprised him.

  "Here we are," Shelly said, "this is my escape reality room."

  Looking around Paul noticed that she had already placed most of the furniture, he also noticed that as he looked out the large bedroom window, he could see the window to his home office just a few feet away.

  Reaching for the head board that was leaning against the wall, Paul asked, "Where would you like this set up?"

  "Right where it is," Shelly responded. "I like to have the bed in the center of the room, I have the furniture where I want it, it's just that the bed and frame are too big and heavy for me to set up alone."

  Together they got the bed put together and placed where she wanted it. Paul then moved to the dresser, pulled a bit from the wall and asked, "ok now what about this dresser?"

  "I want it pretty much where it is, but I need help attaching the mirror." Shelly said.

  "Well, I can see why," Paul exclaimed, "this mirror is just as big as the dresser, must be five foot."

  When the dresser was put together they pushed it back to the wall and Shelly picked up a large lamp to place on top. "I'm still a big baby," she said as she plugged it the lamp, "this has a night light base, I still can't sleep in total darkness." She turned on the lamp to show him the light glow it put out.

  "Well, little lady, if there is nothing else I can help you with, I t
hink I should head home and leave you to your own devises in setting up your sanctuary."

  Shelly was setting a box on the bed and asked, "Paul, would you please set that box on the bed for me, I would like to get my things put into the dresser tonight?"

  Paul lifted the box she had pointed at and as he carried it to the bed, the bottom popped open spilling clothes on the floor and bed.

  "Oh crap!" Paul said , "the bottom fell out." Looking down he noticed that everything that fell was lingerie, bending, he scooped them up and tossed them on the bed.

  "Ok Shelly," he said, this is definitely all your to deal with, I will see you tomorrow and we can finish getting the other rooms done."

  Paul was heading down the hall as Shelly thanked him for his help, she then walked over and began putting her clothes into the dresser. As she began sorting and putting things away, she came across her sheer black nightgown that she had purchased for her honeymoon, the set included a matching bra and panties with a very short camisole, strange she thought, the panties seem to be missing.

  As Paul was walking into his own bedroom he pulled the panties from his pocket, thinking "what am I some crazed old pervert, what possessed me to steal her panties?" Holding them up he could see right through them, his mind imagined how sexy Shelly must have looked in them. Paul laid them on his bed as he undressed for his shower, then a strange urge hit him, he got on his knees, leaned forward over his bed and kissed the crotch of the panties. Taking his shower Paul's mind was on Shelly and her panties, thinking how beautiful her ass would look wearing them, stroking himself, Paul closed his eyes and let this new fantasy fill his mind, soon he was spraying his load along with the water from the shower head. He finished his shower and put on his robe, heading to his office he flipped the light switch planning to look up his favorite porn site on the computer. Walking to the window to let in some fresh evening air he saw Shelly as she walked from her bathroom with a towel over her head, and nothing else. Quickly he turned the light off and closed the curtains. Pulling aside very carefully the end of the curtain, he watched Shelly as she stood naked basking in the glow of the lamp's night light, her back was to him so he had a perfect view of her bare ass, it was even more beautiful than he had imagined, nice and round and still looking quite firm. He was also able to see her reflection in the mirror, "oh my god," he thought, "what a perfect body."