She walked into the hotel room like she owned the place, kicking the door shut behind her.
"I'm Lena," she said, already pulling her dress over her head. "And yeah, it's real. Two pussies. You can fuck both if you don't chicken out."
I stared. She was twenty-five, tight body, shaved smooth between her legs. Instead of one slit there were two, side by side, pink lips glistening already. The left one sat a little higher, the right one lower and slightly tighter looking. Both were wet.
"Touch them," she ordered.
I dropped to my knees and ran two fingers up each cunt at once. She moaned, hips rocking. Her left pussy took two fingers easy; the right one clenched harder around one. "Fuck, they're both throbbing," she muttered. "Lick the left while you finger the right."
I buried my tongue in the left hole, tasting sweet and salty, while two fingers pumped the right. She grabbed my hair and ground down. "Deeper. Yeah, just like that. I'm gonna come on your face with both."
She came fast, left pussy pulsing around my tongue, right one squeezing my fingers so hard they almost slipped out. Juices ran down my chin. She didn't even catch her breath before she shoved me onto the bed and climbed on.
"Which one first?" she asked, straddling me. My cock stood straight up, leaking.
"Both," I said.
She grinned and sank down on the left pussy first, taking me to the balls in one slick slide. It was hot and tight and dripping. She rode hard for a minute, then lifted off and switched to the right one. That hole felt different, narrower, gripping the head like a fist. "Feel that?" she panted. "This one's always greedier."
She switched back and forth, fucking herself on my cock with first one cunt then the other, switching every few strokes. The sight of her two wet holes taking turns swallowing me made my balls ache. I grabbed her hips and started thrusting up, slamming into whichever pussy was lower at the moment.
"Harder," she growled. "Don't be gentle. Pound them both."
I flipped her onto her back, spread her thighs wide, and drove into the left pussy first, deep and rough. Then I pulled out and slammed straight into the right one. She cried out, back arching. "Yes, fuck, use both holes. They're yours tonight."
I kept switching, never letting her get used to one sensation. Left pussy got long, grinding strokes; right pussy got short, brutal thrusts. Her cream coated my shaft and balls. Every time I pulled out, strings of it stretched between us. She reached down and spread her own lips wider so I could see both entrances gaping and twitching.
"Put it in the left and finger the right," she begged. I buried my cock in the left hole and shoved two fingers into the right, feeling my own dick moving through the thin wall between them. She came again, both pussies clamping down at once, squirting a little around my fingers.
We switched positions all night. Doggy style with me alternating which hole I fucked. Her on top again, leaning forward so I could watch both cunts swallow me. Missionary with her legs over my shoulders so I could pound one then the other without pulling out completely. Every time I switched, she moaned louder, telling me how full she felt, how dirty it was to have two holes for one cock.
When I finally couldn't hold back, she pushed me onto my back and took me in the right pussy, riding fast and dirty. "Come inside this one," she ordered. "Fill it up while the other one watches."
I exploded deep in the right cunt, pumping thick loads while she kept grinding. The left pussy was right there, empty and dripping, so I pulled out and shoved the last few spurts into it too. Both holes ended up messy, cum leaking from each.
She collapsed beside me, legs still spread, two well-fucked pussies on display. "Told you it was real," she said, voice hoarse. "Round two in ten minutes. Your choice which hole gets it first."
I was already hard again.
