3. Both Holes, One Night #2
“That’s the nerve endings waking up. That’s your body realizing this isn’t an invasion. It’s a gift.” I crooked my fingers inside her, searching for the spot I knew would make her see stars. “And when I find—”
I found it.
Kayla screamed.
Not the muffled, restrained sounds she’d made before. A full-throated scream that echoed off the basement walls, her whole body convulsing against the restraints. Her cunt—still visible, still spread open from this position—gushed fresh slick, dripping onto the floor beneath the bench.
“There it is,” I growled. “There’s that button. Now imagine that, but with my cock.”
“I’ll die,” she sobbed. “I’ll actually die, Sam, I can’t—”
“Yellow?”
“Green,” she wailed. “Green, green, don’t stop, please don’t stop—”
I worked her through it. Fingered her ass while she shuddered and gasped, my other hand reaching around to rub her clit in slow, steady circles.
She was so sensitive now that every touch drew a fresh sound from her—moans and whimpers and half-formed words that might have been my name or might have been prayers.
“You haven’t even come yet,” I observed. “And you’re already a wreck. What’s going to happen when I actually fuck you?”
“Find out,” she gasped. “Find out, please, I’m ready, I’m so ready—”
I pulled my fingers out. The sound was wet and obscene, her hole gaping slightly before clenching down on nothing. Kayla moaned at the emptiness.
Then I stood up, unzipped my slacks, and freed my cock.
It was already leaking. Had been since the moment I’d bent her over the bench. Pre-come beaded at the tip, and I smeared it across the head with my thumb before positioning myself behind her.
“This is going to be tight,” I warned. “Tighter than anything you’ve felt. I need you to push out—like you’re trying to push me away. It sounds wrong, but it opens you up. Trust me.”
“Trust you,” she echoed. “I trust you, sir.”
I lined up. Pressed the head of my cock against her lubed, stretched hole.
“Breathe in,” I commanded.
She did.
“Now push out. And breathe out slowly.”
She did.
I pushed.
The head of my cock popped past her sphincter, and Kayla made a sound I’d never heard before—somewhere between a sob and a shriek, her bound body jerking against the restraints. I stopped immediately. Let her adjust. Let her feel the impossible fullness of having me inside her most forbidden place.
“Fuck,” she choked. “Fuck, fuck, fuck—”
“Breathe. Just breathe. You took the hardest part. The rest is easier.” I ran my hand down her spine. “You’re doing so well. My good girl. My perfect little anal slut.”
The words landed. I watched her shoulders drop, felt the tension bleed out of her muscles.
“More,” she whispered. “Give me more.”
I gave her more.
Inch by inch, I sank into her ass. The heat was different from her cunt—tighter, more intense, the ring of muscle gripping the base of my cock like a fist. Her internal walls spasmed around me, trying to push me out and pull me deeper in the same motion.
The lube made everything slick and obscene, and when I finally bottomed out—balls-deep in her virgin ass—I held still and let us both breathe.
“I’m in your ass,” I said, because I needed to hear it out loud. “My cock is buried in your tight little asshole. Say it.”
“Your cock,” she panted, “is in my ass. Oh God. Oh God, I can feel you in my stomach. I can feel you everywhere.”
“That’s because I am everywhere. I’m in your cunt earlier. I’m in your mouth. I’m in your ass. Every hole you have belongs to me now. Doesn’t it?”
“Yes, sir. Every hole is yours.”
“Good. Now I’m going to fuck you.”
I pulled out—the drag was incredible, her body clinging to every inch—and pushed back in. Slow. Deep. Letting her feel every vein, every ridge, every fucking millimeter.
Kayla moaned. Not pain. Not anymore.
Pleasure.
“There it is,” I breathed. “There’s the switch. You feel that? Your body just figured out that this feels good. That full is good. That being stuffed in both holes is the best feeling in the world.”
“It is,” she gasped. “It is, it’s—how is it so good—”
“Because you were made for this. Your body was designed to take cock in every hole. You just needed someone to show you.”
I picked up speed. Not fast—not yet—but steady. Rhythmic. Fucking into her ass with long, deliberate strokes that made the bench creak beneath us. My hand found the back of her neck. Pressed her down against the leather. Held her there while I used her.
“You’re taking it so well,” I grunted. “My cock in your ass. Your stepfather’s cock filling up your virgin asshole. You know what you are?”
“Tell me,” she begged. “Tell me what I am.”
“A slut. My slut. My perfect, tight, anal-trained slut.”
“Yes—yes, I’m your slut—I’m your anal slut—fuck me harder, sir, please—”
I fucked her harder.
The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the basement. Her ass bounced against my hips with every thrust, flesh rippling, her cunt dripping onto the floor. She’d started pushing back to meet me, her body learning the rhythm even as her mind dissolved into incoherent babbling.
“I’m going to come in your ass,” I growled. “I’m going to fill you up back here too. You’re going to walk around with my come in your cunt and my come in your ass, and you’re going to know that every part of you belongs to me.”
“Do it. Do it, please, I want it—”
My hand left her neck. Reached around. Found her clit.
The moment I touched it, she detonated.
Kayla’s orgasm was violent—a full-body convulsion that yanked against every restraint, her ass clamping down on my cock so hard I could barely move. She screamed my name. Screamed it again. Sobbed it into the leather padding while her body milked me, and I felt my own control start to splinter.
“Where,” I gasped. “Where do you want my come—”
“In my ass,” she wailed. “Come in my ass, sir, fill my ass up, I want to feel it—”
I buried myself to the hilt and let go.
The orgasm was ripped out of me—pulse after pulse of hot seed flooding her tight channel, marking her in a way that felt even more possessive than her cunt had.
Kayla whimpered at the sensation, at the heat spreading inside her, at the knowledge that she’d just taken her stepfather’s come in all three holes and was already wondering when she could have more.
I stayed inside her while I softened. Let her feel every last throb.
Then I pulled out. Slowly. Watched my come leak from her stretched, used hole and drip down onto the floor.
Kayla sagged against the bench. Boneless. Trembling.
“Holy fuck,” she breathed.
I didn’t untie her. Just knelt down behind her, spread her cheeks, and admired my work.
Her asshole was pink and puffy. Gaping slightly. A trickle of white leaked out and mingled with the slick still coating her thighs. Above it, her cunt was in similar condition—swollen, wet, my earlier load still sticky between her folds.
“Beautiful,” I murmured. “Absolutely fucking beautiful.”
“Sam?” Her voice was small. Spent.
“Yes?”
“Can we do that again?”
I laughed. Actually laughed, the sound surprising me.
“Give me ten minutes,” I said, already reaching for the restraints. “And then I’m going to show you what happens when I fuck your ass and your cunt at the same time.”
Her head lifted. Turned. One eye peered at me through tangled hair.
“At the same time?”
“The night’s still young,” I said, loosening her wrist strap. “And you’ve still got two holes I haven’t filled simultaneously. Lesson five starts in ten minutes. Drink some water. Stretch.”
I helped her off the bench. Her legs gave out immediately, and I caught her—lifted her—carried her to the old sectional while she curled against my chest like a satisfied cat.
“This is insane,” she mumbled into my shoulder. “This whole thing is insane.”
“Is it?”
“Completely. Absolutely. Certifiably.” A pause. “I canceled on the musician.”
Something warm spread through my chest. Not arousal. Something else. Something I didn’t have a name for.
“Good,” I said.
And I went upstairs to get her water, already planning lesson five.