“If you behave, cricket, I’ll let you have my cock somewhere else.”
My eyes widen as I feel his finger trail up and down my crack, before pressing down on my butthole. Nothing has ever gone up there. Not even his finger. He’s mentioned it, but never followed through with what he’s always voiced as a threat.
If you don’t behave… I’ll fuck your ass.
Take your spanking, or I’ll take your ass.
Stop wriggling your bottom at me like that, if you don’t want to wriggle it around my cock.
But now, he’s murmuring the words in my ear, as if it’s a reward. His voice is thick with lust, and I can tell how much he wants it.
Which makes me want it too, even though I’m very nervous.
Will it hurt?
“Relax for me, cricket,” he breathes, his index finger pressing harder against my bottom hole.
I take one breath after another, trying to stay open, though I can’t help but clench against the intrusion. But he’s got a sadistic side to him, and we fit together perfectly, because apparently I’m quite the masochist. The more I clench, the harder he pushes in, as I hiss in discomfort.
At last, his finger plunges in me entirely, my ring of muscle clenching painfully around it. He does wait a beat when he’sinside, not moving, letting me get accustomed to the incredibly strange sensation of being stretched back there, of the foreign body that my bottom is still trying to expel, in spite of myself.
“You’re not relaxing, cricket,” he admonishes, and his hand once more rains down blows on my bottom, which is still sore from last night’s spanking.
The familiar pain somehow helps me accept the unfamiliar one, and I breathe deeply, only to tense again as his finger starts to thrust into me hard, moving back and forth. Despite his repeated request for me to relax, he seems determined to keep me on my toes as he adds another finger and I cry out in pain, only to be rewarded by more stinging blows.
Every part of my bottom feels raw when he finally decides I’ve had enough of his fingers. I breathe out in relief when they leave me, only to inhale sharply when I hear the zipper of his fly.
It’s coming.
I don’t even blush in embarrassment when he parts my cheeks roughly, admiring the puckered hole between them, because my heart is racing at the thought that he’s soon going to take me there.
Then I feel the head of his cock pressing against me. Holy crap, it’s so big. So much bigger than his fingers. I scrunch my eyes shut as it begins to penetrate me, hissing through gritted teeth as it forces its way past my ring of muscle.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Fuck, cricket, you’re so tight. It feels so fucking good. Take me, cricket. Take all of me.”
His words are making my folds pool with arousal, and I’m doing my best to relax so he can enter me.
Still, I’m aware I’m tensing, and I’m also aware that he enjoys it. Enjoys how that means he has to force his way in, past all my resistance, probably relishing the fact that it’s hurting me more than it needs to.
Meanwhile, my eyes are bubbling up with tears, but somedeep, sick part of me likes it too. Likes how he’s not giving me a choice. Likes how he’s pushing his way in, no matter how hard my body tries to keep him out.
At last, I’ve taken all of him, and he’s lying flush on top of me. His cock is like a rod of iron invading my insides, my inner walls painfully spread around it. I feel so full, but he barely lets me get used to the sensation before beginning to drive in and out of me.
“I’m going to go slow, cricket,” he grunts out, but it feels like he’s doing anything but as he speeds up, and soon, he’s thrusting into me hard, with nearly as much force as when he’s claiming my pussy.
No, withjustas much force.
I’m not even able to tense anymore under his relentless assault, instead lying prostrate on the ground, my ass raised up, as he fucks me viciously, one of his hands wrapped around my hair so hard it hurts, the other raising to spank my ass in rhythm with his thrusts. The pain is so intense at first that tears stream down my face, but somehow, after a while, it begins to blend into something deeper, a pressure that makes the wetness dribble down my thighs.
Seeing that, he pauses in the spanking and his hand travels to my pussy. I cry out as two fingers thrust deeply inside me while a third finds my clit and presses against it.
From unbearable, the pain turns into that hard, dark edge that makes me reach a higher state of arousal than only pleasure could. Forgetting all about the threat of his father returning, I let out an ungodly sound, a mix between a moan and a shriek, and he lets go of my hair to clamp a hand around my mouth.
A few more hard thrusts, and he’s filling me with his seed, while the fingers in my pussy keep going at a punishing speed. Moments later, I’m clamping around them, my bottom spasming against his dick, as a mindcrushing orgasm slams through me.
Then he falls on top of me, his hand still on my mouth, his cock still snugly inside of me, as it little by little loses its hardness. Only then does he withdraw it, and I whimper at the sudden loss as he flips me over to my back, his two fingers still in my pussy.
“You do things to me, cricket,” he groans in my ear, and those words alone would be enough to make this all worth it, even if I hadn’t found pleasure in being taken back there.
