5. Both Holes Filled #2
“I know what I already did. I know what I already filled. And now you’re going to sit on my cock with this hole and ride me until I come. Understand?”
“I don’t know if I can—”
“Yellow?”
A pause. Then: “Green. Green, sir. Please. Fuck my ass.”
I didn’t wait. There was still enough lube and come inside her from our earlier sessions that the head of my cock slid past her sphincter with only minimal resistance. Kayla gasped, her hands flying to my shoulders, her nails digging in.
“Breathe,” I commanded. “You know how this works. Push out. Let me in.”
She pushed. I pushed. My cock sank into her ass in one slow, steady motion—past the tight ring of muscle, past the initial resistance, into the heat and pressure and impossible tightness of her.
“Fuck,” I groaned. “Fuck, your ass is still so tight. Even after everything. Even after my cock and my fingers and my come. Still so fucking tight.”
“You’re so big,” she whimpered. “You’re so big and it’s so full—I can feel your come still inside me—”
“Good. Now ride.”
She didn’t have leverage this way—face to face, her legs wrapped around my waist—so I did the work for her. Gripped her hips. Lifted her. Slammed her back down onto my cock.
Kayla shrieked.
“That’s it. Take it. Take my cock in your ass. You’re just a hole for me to fuck. A warm, tight hole that takes my cock whenever I want. Say it.”
“I’m your hole—I’m your asshole—I’m your fucking fuckhole, sir—”
I fucked her harder. Lifting and slamming, lifting and slamming, her ass meeting my cock with wet, brutal smacks that echoed through the basement.
Her head fell back. Her mouth opened. The sounds coming out of her weren’t words anymore—just raw, animal noises of pleasure and pain and overwhelming sensation.
“Touch yourself,” I commanded. “Rub your clit. I want you to come with my cock in your ass.”
Her hand flew between her legs. Found her clit. Circled it frantically.
“That’s it. That’s my girl. Come on my cock. Come while I fuck your ass.”
She came—screaming, sobbing, her ass clamping down around me so hard I could barely move. Her whole body convulsed, her nails raking down my shoulders, her cunt gushing onto my thighs.
And still I fucked her.
“Not done,” I growled. “I’m not done with this ass. You’re going to come again.”
“I can’t—I can’t—”
“You can. You will. One more. Give me one more.”
The overstimulation was brutal now. I could feel it in the way she trembled, in the way her ass fluttered around me, in the way her cries had gone high and desperate. But she didn’t safeword. Didn’t slow down. Her fingers still worked her clit, and her hips still pushed back to meet my thrusts.
“That’s my good girl. That’s my perfect anal slut. Taking my cock like she was made for it.”
“Made for it,” she gasped. “Made for your cock. My ass was made for your cock.”
“Damn right it was. Now come. Now.”
The fourth orgasm—or fifth, I’d lost count—ripped through her like a seizure. Her body went rigid, then limp, then rigid again. Her ass milked my cock in rhythmic pulses that pushed me right to the edge.
“I’m going to come,” I gritted out. “Where do you want it—”
“In my ass—fill my ass again—please, sir—”
I buried myself to the hilt and let go.
The orgasm was violent—pulse after pulse of hot seed flooding her already-full channel.
I felt my own come from earlier squelch around my shaft, mixed with the fresh load I was pumping into her.
Kayla moaned at the sensation, at the heat spreading through her lower belly, at the knowledge that her ass was now doubly filled with her stepfather’s seed.
I collapsed against her. Stayed inside while I softened. Let her feel every last throb.
The basement was silent except for our breathing.
“I can’t move,” she whispered.
“You don’t have to.” I pulled out slowly. Watched the mess leak out of her and onto the couch cushion. “You did good. You did so fucking good.”
“Really?”
“Really.” I pressed a kiss to her forehead. “You’re a natural. Not just at taking cock—at riding it. At owning your pleasure. That’s what lesson five was really about.”
She blinked up at me. “What was it really about?”
“Teaching you that you’re not just a receptacle. You’re a participant. You can take control and still be mine. You can ride my cock and still be submissive. The two aren’t opposites.”
A slow smile spread across her face. “I liked it. Riding you.”
“I know you did. I felt it.”
“I want to do it again. With—” She hesitated. “With both holes.”
Something hot flickered in my chest. “Both holes?”
“You said earlier. You said you were going to fuck my ass and my cunt at the same time. That’s still—I mean, we haven’t—”
“We haven’t done that yet,” I agreed. “You want to try?”
She nodded. Biting her lip.
“Then stand up.” I pulled her to her feet—steadying her when her legs buckled. “Face the back of the couch. Bend over.”
She did. Braced her forearms on the back cushion. Arched her back. Presented her holes to me like an offering.
I looked at her—at her cunt, still swollen and wet, still dripping my come from earlier. At her ass, gaping slightly, leaking a fresh trickle of white down her thigh. Two holes. Both used. Both filled. Both mine.
“You want both holes filled,” I said. “You want to feel me in your cunt and your ass at the same time.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I can’t do that with my cock. Not both at once.”
She glanced back at me over her shoulder. “Then what—”
“Shh.” I stepped away. Opened the cabinet under the stairs. “I told you. I keep a lot of things in the basement.”
The toy was black silicone. Nine inches. Thick as my wrist. It had a suction cup base and a slight curve designed to hit the g-spot. I’d bought it years ago for a partner who never ended up using it. It had been sitting in a box ever since.
Until now.
I brought it back to the couch. Kayla’s eyes went wide.
“What is that?”
“Your other cock.” I pressed a button on the base. The toy hummed to life—a low, steady vibration that made her eyes go even wider. “You’re going to take this in your cunt while I fuck your ass. Both holes filled. Both holes stretched. Both holes mine.”
“Fuck,” she breathed.
“Exactly.”