She walked into the apartment like she owned the place, short skirt barely covering her round cheeks, and told me straight up what she wanted. "I need you to fuck my ass tonight," she said, no hesitation, eyes locked on mine. Her name was Lena, twenty-two, tight body, and that hungry look that said she meant every word. I didn't waste time with small talk. I grabbed her by the hips, spun her around, and bent her over the kitchen counter right there.
Her skirt flipped up easy. No panties. Her bare ass cheeks spread under my hands, smooth and firm, the tight little hole winking at me already slick from whatever she'd done to get ready. "Spread those cheeks," I told her. She reached back and pulled them apart, showing me everything. I spit on her asshole and rubbed the head of my cock against it, pressing just enough to feel the resistance. She pushed back, greedy. "Don't tease. Shove it in."
I did. One hard thrust and the head popped past her ring. She grunted, a low dirty sound, and her ass clamped down hot and tight around my shaft. I kept pushing, inch after inch, until my balls rested against her wet pussy. She was breathing fast, forehead on the counter, but she didn't tell me to stop. Instead she said, "Fuck it. Pound my ass like you mean it."
I started moving. Long, deep strokes that made her cheeks ripple every time I bottomed out. Her asshole stretched around my cock, gripping it like a fist, sucking me back in on every pull. She reached between her legs and rubbed her clit, fingers getting sloppy with her own juices that were dripping down. "Harder," she demanded. I slammed into her, skin slapping loud, the wet squelch of her stretched hole filling the room. She moaned and pushed back to meet every thrust, taking the whole length without complaint.
After a few minutes I pulled out and spun her to face me. "On your knees.
Clean it." She dropped down, opened her mouth, and sucked my cock straight from her ass. No hesitation, tongue working the shaft, tasting herself on me. She gagged a little when I pushed deeper but kept going, eyes watering, spit running down her chin. When it was shiny and wet again I hauled her up, bent her over the couch this time, and sank back into her ass in one motion. She cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure, but her hips rolled back for more.
I fucked her like that for a long time, changing angles, spreading her cheeks wider so I could watch her hole take every inch. It stayed tight no matter how hard I went, clenching and fluttering around me. She kept talking dirty the whole time. "Use my ass. Stretch it open. Make it gape." I pulled out slow so we could both see the way her asshole stayed open a little, pink and shiny, before I drove back in. That sight made me fuck her faster, one hand in her hair, the other slapping her ass until the skin turned red.
We moved to the bedroom eventually. She got on all fours on the bed, face down, ass up high. I straddled her thighs and sank in again, deeper from this angle. Her moans turned into a steady chant of "yes, yes, fuck my ass." I reached under and fingered her pussy while I pounded her from behind. She came hard, ass squeezing my cock in rhythmic pulses, juices soaking the sheets under her. I didn't stop. I kept driving through her orgasm, making her shake and beg.
When I was close I flipped her onto her back, legs pushed up to her chest, and slid back into her ass. Missionary anal let me watch her face while I fucked her. Eyes half-closed, mouth open, she looked wrecked in the best way. "Come in my ass," she said. "Fill it up." I thrust a few more times, balls tight, then buried deep and unloaded. Thick pulses shot into her, my cock throbbing inside that hot grip. She reached down and rubbed her clit through it, coming again while I pumped her full.
I stayed inside her until I softened, then pulled out slow. Her asshole gaped now, a little cum leaking out and running down to her pussy. She smiled, lazy and satisfied, and reached back to feel it with her fingers. "Told you I needed it," she said. We lay there catching our breath, her ass still twitching from the pounding. She already looked like she was thinking about round two.
