Part 2: Morwell Motel All-Night Anal – Gaped Her Ass & Fucked Like There’s No Tomorrow

I pushed, and her body yielded. The head of my cock breached her, a slow, inexorable invasion of impossible tightness. She cried out, a sharp, high sound that was half pain, half pure, desperate ecstasy. Her asshole clenched around me, a burning ring of fire that tried to reject the intrusion. I held still, buried to the hilt in that scorching, clenching heat.

“Breathe, Becca,” I murmured, my own breath shaky. My hands gripped her hips, holding her in place. “Breathe through it. Let it open for me.”

She shuddered, a long, full-body tremor. Her fingers dug into the sheets. She took a ragged, wet breath, and as she exhaled, I felt it—the subtle, miraculous give. The tightest part of her relaxed, accepting my girth. The burning pressure eased into a deep, stretching fullness.

“Oh my god,” she whimpered. “It’s… it’s in. It’s so deep.”

“It is,” I agreed, my voice thick. I began to move. Not pulling out, just a gentle rocking, grinding the thick base of my cock against her stretched rim. “You’re taking it. You’re so fucking brave. So perfect for this.”

The praise melted her. Her muscles softened further. I withdrew an inch, then slid back in. The glide was slick with lube, but still tight, a delicious, milking friction. I set a slow, deep rhythm, spooning her from behind, my chest against her sweaty back. One hand slid around to cup her breast, pinching her nipple. The other stayed on her hip, guiding her back onto my cock with every thrust.

“Feels… different,” she gasped. “So full. I can feel you… everywhere.”

“That’s the point, gorgeous.” I kissed her shoulder, her neck. “I’m claiming every inch of you.”

Her moans grew louder, less pained, more hungry. Her body began to move with mine, meeting my thrusts. The sound was wet, a sticky schlick-schlick-schlick with every motion. Her ass was swallowing me, the tight ring gripping the shaft, then releasing as I pushed deeper.

“Harder,” she begged, her voice a broken rasp. “Please, I need… more.”

That was all the permission I needed. I pulled out almost completely, leaving just the tip inside that dark, wet pink circle. Then I drove back in with a solid, powerful thrust that slammed her body forward on the bed.

“Yes!”

I did it again. And again. The pace escalated from deep and slow to hard, pounding pistons. I was no longer spooning her; I was fucking her ass in earnest, my hips a relentless machine. The bed rocked, the headboard thudding against the wall in a steady, frantic beat. Her cries were continuous now, a stream of “Ohgodohgodohgod,” and “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t you fucking stop!”

I could feel her orgasm building. It wasn’t in her pussy this time—it was deeper, a seismic pressure in her core. Her breathing hitched. Her inner muscles, deep in her rectum, began to flutter and spasm around my cock. An anal orgasm. She was going to cum from just this, from being split open and fucked raw.

“It’s coming,” she sobbed, her face pressed into the pillow. “I’m gonna cum from your cock in my ass!”

“Cum for me,” I growled, hammering into her. “Let me feel you lose your mind around my dick.”

Her body went rigid. A guttural, animal scream tore from her throat, muffled by the bedding. Her back arched violently, and her asshole clenched down on me in a series of rapid, rhythmic pulses. Clench. Release. Clench. Release. It was an incredible, milking sensation, unlike anything I’d ever felt. She wasn’t squirting, but her whole body was convulsing, shaking the bed. Her legs kicked out, her toes curling. Her hands scrabbled at the sheets, tearing at them.

I fucked her through it, my thrusts becoming shorter, harder, grinding into that spasming channel. The visual was obscene. Every time I pulled back, I could see her asshole stretched wide around my shaft, a glistening, dark pink O. Every time I shoved forward, it disappeared, swallowed by her body, only to reappear again, gaping, hungry.

“Gape my ass,” she moaned, her words slurred with pleasure. “Make it open… show me what you did.”

Her words sent a new surge of lust through me. I wanted to see it. I wanted to show her. With a final, brutal thrust, I buried myself to the balls and held there, my own climax roaring up my spine. I came deep inside her, hot pulses flooding her rectum. Her ass muscles milked every drop from me.

As the last shudder left my body, I slowly pulled out.

The sight was breathtaking.

Her asshole didn’t snap closed. It remained, a wide, open void. A dark, wet cavern, slightly puckered at the edges but utterly stretched, utterly used. My cum, mixed with lube, seeped from the opening in a thick, white trickle. The skin around it was flushed deep red. It gaped, twitching faintly with the aftershocks of her orgasm. A perfect, ruined O.

“Look,” I said, my voice hoarse. I grabbed her hip, turning her more onto her back so she could see the mirror on the opposite wall. “Look at what you took. Look at what a good girl you are.”

Her head lolled, her eyes unfocused. She followed my gaze to the reflection. She saw her own naked, sweaty body, her legs splayed, and the blatant, gaping hole between her cheeks. A low, broken sound escaped her. Not shame. Awe. “It’s… so open.”

“It’s beautiful,” I whispered, kissing her temple. “You’re beautiful.”

She was trembling, completely spent. But the hunger in her eyes hadn’t died. It smoldered, embers waiting for a breeze. “More,” she breathed. “You said… multi-rounds.”

I looked at the wall. The blank, pale expanse beside the bed. An idea, dark and perfect, took hold.

“Up,” I commanded, my tone leaving no room for debate. I hauled her off the bed. Her legs buckled, and I caught her, holding her against me. She was a warm, limp weight. “Can you stand?”

She nodded, gritting her teeth, finding strength from somewhere deep. “For you? Yes.”

“Good girl.” I walked her, stumbling, to the wall. I turned her to face it, pressing her chest and flushed cheek against the cool wallpaper. “Hands flat. Push back against me.”

She obeyed, splaying her hands against the wall for support. I knelt behind her, spreading her legs wide with my hands. Her gaping ass was on full display, still dripping. I leaned in and licked a broad, slow stripe from her soaked pussy up through the slick mess between her cheeks, tasting my own cum and her unique, musky flavor.

She jolted, a weak cry escaping her. “You can’t… I can’t take more…”

“You can,” I said, standing. My cock, hard again and demanding, nudged against that open, wet ring. It slipped in easily now, the resistance gone, replaced by a hot, slick, willing channel. I sheathed myself in one smooth motion. Her head fell forward with a thud against the wall. “Fuuuck.”

“This is the pile-driver,” I said, my voice a low rumble by her ear. I hooked my hands under her thighs, lifting her legs off the ground. Her weight settled onto my grip and her hands braced against the wall. Her body was bent almost in half, her ass high and open, my cock driving straight up into her at a brutal, vertical angle.

I began to fuck her.

This was different. Deeper. More intense. Every thrust lifted her off her feet, then slammed her back down onto my length. The angle changed the pressure, hammering against her deepest spots. Her face was pressed against the wall, her features contorting with every impact—eyes squeezed shut, mouth open in a silent scream, then a loud, ragged groan.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

The sound of our bodies meeting, of her soft flesh against mine, was punctuated by the wet, sloshing sounds from her gaping hole. Squelch. Schluck. Her ass was so loose now, so well-used, it made a vulgar, sucking noise with every withdrawal.

“Watch,” I grunted, turning her head slightly toward the mirror across the room. “Watch your ass get fucked open.”

Her tear-filled eyes found the reflection. She watched, mesmerized, as with every thrust, her asshole visibly gaped wider around my shaft, a stretched, red ring, before swallowing it whole again. The sight pushed her over another edge. A third orgasm, raw and violent, seized her. This one had no sound at first—her body just locked up, her back bowing, her throat working silently. Then a hoarse, shattered scream ripped free. Her asshole fluttered wildly around my cock, a frantic, pulsing rhythm. Her hands slipped on the wall, and I held her entire weight, fucking her relentlessly through the convulsions.

“I’m… gaping…” she sobbed, the words barely coherent. “I can feel it… staying open…”

“It is,” I panted, my own endurance tested. I was a machine, powered by her pleasure, by the sheer visual and physical proof of my control. I fucked her against that wall until my thighs burned and her cries were reduced to weak, continuous whimpers. The hotel room air was thick with the smell of sex, sweat, and her unique, spent scent.

I felt my own climax approach, a tidal wave. “Where do you want it?” I growled, my thrusts becoming erratic, punishing. “Tell me.”

“Inside,” she begged, her voice a ghost of a sound. “Fill my gaping ass… mark it…”

With a final, grinding thrust, I obeyed. I held her suspended, impaled, as I came deep inside her stretched core once more. The pulses seemed endless. Her body went completely boneless in my arms.

I lowered her gently, her legs unable to hold her. She slid down the wall into a heap on the floor, a sweaty, quivering puddle of exhausted pleasure. Her head lolled against my leg. Her ass, where my cock had just withdrawn, remained openly gaped against the cool wall, a testament to the marathon. A slow trickle of white made a path down her inner thigh.

Her eyes were glazed, her breathing shallow. She looked up at me, a weak, blissed-out smile touching her ruined lips. “That… was the longest…” she whispered. “My ass… it’s never…”