6. Tasting What She Learned #2
The angle was brutal. Every thrust buried me to the root, my balls pressing against her nose, her chin slick with saliva and pre-come.
Her throat muscles fluttered around me, swallowing reflexively, and the tight heat of it was indescribable—hotter than her cunt, tighter than her ass, a wet silken vice that gripped me from root to tip.
“Take it. Take my cock. Take your stepfather’s cock down your throat like the good little slut you are.”
She moaned. The vibration nearly undid me.
“You like that? Like being called a slut while I fuck your face? Say yes if you like it.”
A muffled sound that might have been ‘yes’ vibrated around my shaft.
“Good. Because you are a slut. My slut. My throat-slut. My anal slut. My cocksleeve. Every hole you have is mine, and I’m going to use all of them. Tonight. Tomorrow. Every fucking day.”
I felt my orgasm building—the tightening in my balls, the heat coiling at the base of my spine. Normally I would have pulled out. Made her beg for it. But this time, I didn’t want to stop. Didn’t want to pull out of that perfect throat.
“You’re going to swallow my come,” I grunted. “Going to swallow every drop while I’m buried in your throat. You won’t even taste it. It’ll just go straight down. Understand?”
She squeezed my thigh. Yes.
“Good girl. Here it comes. Take it. Take all of it.”
The orgasm hit like a freight train.
I buried myself to the hilt and came—pulse after pulse of hot seed pumping directly into her throat.
No taste. No texture. Just the sensation of being filled, of being used, of being completely and utterly claimed.
Kayla swallowed around me, her throat milking every drop, and I watched the column of her neck work as she took my load.
When the spasms finally stopped, I pulled out. Her throat made a wet, obscene sound as my cock left it.
Kayla gasped. Coughed. Rolled onto her side, chest heaving.
“Holy fuck,” she wheezed. “Holy fucking fuck.”
I knelt beside the couch. Brushed hair from her face. “How do you feel?”
“Like a throat-slut.” She laughed—a raw, broken sound. “In the best way. In the absolute best fucking way.”
“You did good. You did so fucking good. You took my whole cock down your throat. You swallowed every drop without tasting it. You’re a natural.”
“Thanks to the practice.” She pushed herself upright. Her voice was hoarse—it would be for days—but her eyes were bright. Alive. “Can we—can we do the other thing now?”
“What other thing?”
“The thing you promised. The—” She blushed. Actually blushed, after everything we’d done. “The double penetration. Both holes. At the same time.”
Something hot flickered in my chest. “You still want that? After everything I just did to your throat?”
“Especially after everything you just did to my throat.” She reached out. Traced a finger down my chest. “I want to feel full. Completely full. Every hole filled. I want to know what it feels like to have you everywhere at once.”
I caught her hand. Kissed her knuckles. “Then bend over.”
She scrambled into position immediately—forearms on the back of the couch, back arched, ass presented. The fluorescent lights caught the mess between her legs, the shine of lube and come on her thighs, the slight gape of her asshole.
I retrieved the toy. It was still slick with her saliva.
I added a fresh coating of lube anyway—generous, dripping—and pressed the suction cup base against the leather couch cushion.
The dildo stood upright, nine inches of vibrating silicone, positioned so that when Kayla sat on it, it would fill her cunt completely.
“Here’s how this works,” I said, positioning myself behind her. “You’re going to sit on that toy. Take it all the way inside your cunt. Then I’m going to fuck your ass. Both holes filled. Both holes stretched. Both holes mine.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Lower yourself. Slowly.”
She lowered herself. The head of the toy pressed against her entrance, and she gasped—still sensitive, still swollen, but so wet that it slid inside without resistance.
Inch by inch, the black silicone disappeared into her cunt.
Her walls stretched around it. Her back arched deeper. Her ass clenched in anticipation.
“Fuck,” she breathed. “It’s—it’s vibrating—”
“I know.” I pressed the button on the remote I’d palmed. The toy’s hum increased, a low buzz that made her whole body shudder. “How does it feel?”
“Full. So fucking full. But it’s not—it’s not you.”
“It’s not me yet.” I positioned myself behind her. Gripped her hips. Pressed the head of my cock against her asshole. “But I’m about to fix that.”
I pushed.
The entry was easier now—her ass had been stretched three times already tonight, filled with my come twice—but it was still tight, still hot, still gripped my cock like a fist. Kayla screamed as I sank into her.
Both holes filled. Both holes stretched.
The toy vibrating in her cunt, my cock pumping into her ass, the two of them pressing against that thin internal wall from both sides.
“Oh fuck—oh fuck—Sam—”
“You feel that? Feel my cock in your ass and the toy in your cunt? Feel both holes full at the same time?”
“Yes—yes—I can feel them pressing together—I can feel you through the wall—”
“That’s the spot. That’s the place I told you about. The place that makes you see stars.” I pulled back. Slammed home. “I’m going to fuck you there. I’m going to fuck your ass while that toy fucks your cunt. And you’re going to come harder than you’ve ever come in your life.”
I didn’t wait for a response.
I fucked her.
The rhythm was brutal—fast and deep and unrelenting.
My cock slammed into her ass, driving her down onto the toy, impaling her on both at once.
The vibration traveled through her cunt, through that internal wall, into her ass, and I could feel it—the buzz of the silicone against my shaft through the thin membrane separating us.
“Fuck,” I groaned. “Fuck, I can feel it. I can feel the toy vibrating against my cock. You’re so full—both holes stuffed—you’re just a sleeve for me to fuck—”
“I’m a sleeve—I’m your sleeve—I’m your cocksleeve, sir, please—”
“Please what?”
“Please let me come—please let me come with both holes full—”
“Come. Come right now. Come on my cock and that toy. Come while I fuck your ass.”
She came.
The orgasm was volcanic. Her body convulsed between me and the dildo, her ass clamping down on my cock, her cunt clenching around the silicone. She screamed—a raw, animal sound that echoed off the basement walls—and her legs gave out. I caught her. Held her up. Kept fucking her through it.
“Not done,” I growled. “I’m not done with these holes. You’re going to come again.”
“I can’t—I can’t—”
“You can. You will. You’re my good girl. My perfect slut. Taking two cocks at once like you were born for it.”
My hand found her clit. Pressed. Circled. The toy was still vibrating inside her cunt, and my fingers against her swollen bud sent her spiraling into another orgasm before the first one had fully subsided.
“SAM—”
“That’s it. That’s my name. Scream it. Scream it while I fill your ass.”
I felt my own orgasm building—the tightening in my balls, the heat coiling at the base of my spine. My thrusts became erratic. Desperate.
“Where—where do you want it—”
“In my ass—fill my ass again—breed my ass, sir, please—”
I buried myself to the hilt and came.
The orgasm ripped through me—pulse after pulse of hot seed flooding her already-full channel. Kayla moaned at the sensation, at the heat spreading through her lower belly, at the knowledge that her ass was now filled with her stepfather’s come for the third time tonight.
I stayed inside her while I softened. Let her feel every last throb. Let her feel the toy still buzzing inside her cunt.
When I finally pulled out, she collapsed forward onto the couch. The dildo slid out of her cunt with a wet pop, and she lay there—limp, trembling, both holes leaking white onto the leather cushions.
“Holy fuck,” she whispered.
I knelt beside her. Brushed hair from her face. “Still with me?”
“Barely.” She laughed. Coughed. Laughed again. “I think you broke me.”
“Good.” I pressed a kiss to her temple. “That means I did my job.”